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term='cathecist'/><category term='jogging'/><category term='wowowee'/><category term='super junior'/><category term='miley cyrus'/><category term='angat dam'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Don't let me blog you.</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is wonderful. Yep. Until you arrived. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
From a Pinay's voice.&lt;br&gt;
I speak in behalf of the world and in behalf of the thoughts in my mind.
This is my space, my world and my ship. I have the freedom to write anything. I'm no saint so please just be kind to me and I'll be kind to you. Simple as that. Don't let me blog you.
If my site bores you to death, then what are you waiting for? Get out, junky.

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*my apologies for some errors in my grammars. Don't worry, I'm learning. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-3826519567126426729</id><published>2012-01-27T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T05:54:06.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal #45 Middle fingers in the ayer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kapag nagsimula tayong mainlove, walang pinipiling propesyon--lahat nagiging makata ng pag-ibig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kapag nauwi sa wala ang inyong relasyon, walang pinipiling edad-- lahat nagkakasala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit? Eh sa sakit at haptdi ba naman ng iyong nadarama,  ewan ko nalang kapag hindi ka pa mapamura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-3826519567126426729?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/3826519567126426729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2012/01/journal-45-middle-fingers-in-ayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3826519567126426729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3826519567126426729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2012/01/journal-45-middle-fingers-in-ayer.html' title='Journal #45 Middle fingers in the ayer!'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4039816989946200127</id><published>2012-01-06T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:49:30.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>Mahirap aminin na namimiss ko siya kasi never ko pa namang sinabi ang I MISS YOU sa kanya o kaya I LOVE YOU. Hindi ko naman masabing miss ko na siya kasi hindi ko malunok ang pride ko. &lt;div&gt;Yung pride na hindi mo kayang lunukin the fact na alam mo na napalitan ka na pala or may iba pang nagpapasaya sa kanya na kung saan ay MAS MASAYA siya roon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yung tipong nakikia mo siyang masaya tapos wala ka don, feeling mo left behind ka na and worst... nakalimutan ka na. Nakakainggit lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4039816989946200127?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4039816989946200127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2012/01/journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4039816989946200127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4039816989946200127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2012/01/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7251799557007145636</id><published>2012-01-04T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:51:18.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>2011 HAPPENINGS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;2011 HAPPENINGS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;PROM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Graduated from High school&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Spent the Holy Week in Abra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Went to Puerto Princesa, Palawan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAY 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Enrolled to DLSU&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Went to Hong Kong! My first out of the country tour where I visited HK Disneyland! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Attended LPEP with the Koreans (COE)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUNE 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Animorphosis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;DLSU Centennial Celebration&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JULY 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joined MooMedia &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Attended convocation&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fieldtrip of our Bio class&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fieldtrip of our KASPIL 1 class (Laguna)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;- DEATH OF MY CP.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AUGUST 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FAASTIGAN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FWDANCE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;26&lt;sup&gt;TH&lt;/sup&gt;- Danny’s Grill with Rachelle and CJ&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Honor Dean’s lister&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;End of 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; term, 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEPTEMBER 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manila Zoo &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCTOBER 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Avon RUN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Distribution of our Yearbook&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOVEMBER 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FIELDTRIP SA VIGAN for our KASPIL 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DECEMBER 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;BLOCK PARTY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;SEX at 3 am with Hazel Venida&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CHARITY’s CHRISTMAS PARTY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Simbang gabi sa DLSU&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;ST&lt;/sup&gt; Honor Dean’s lister&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;End of second term, 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2011 Confessions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Minsan, nagpunta ako ng DLSU... Hindi ako naligo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; at naulit ang "MINSAN" na ito ng makailang beses din.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; T'was my first year to drink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2011 people:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;LR21 \M/ They are just so awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2011 events:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang pagpasok sa DLSU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang pagpasok sa UST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inuman sessions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2011 Achievement/s:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;DEAN'S LISTER! OHYEAH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Propsmen ulit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tumaas ang Video editing skills ko&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mas mature na ako ngayon :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2011 Regrets:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wala akong ginawa noong Dec. 16 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hindi ako umatend sa concert ng Westlife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hindi ako umatend sa concert ni Bruno Mars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;2011 Embarrassing moment&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;NADAPA AKO SA HARAPAN NI FLORENZ TRNIDAD. Actually natapilok lang talaga ako nun tapos sumunod lang ung body ko tapos hanggang napadapa na ako nun. SWEAR :|&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2011 has been very kind to me. Madami akong first time na karanasan at isa na dito ang pagiging independent at mature. Marami din akong nakilalang tao at madami akong natutunan sa kanila. Ngayong college, nalaman ko na hindi dapat pala talaga magtiwala sa mga taong akala mo'y kilala mo na at nalaman ko rin na ung mga ibang hindi ko ganoon ka close eh ang saya palang maging kaibigan ang kaso... hindi na kayo magkaklase sa susunod na term. I'm too late to realize that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pag college ka, mare-realize mo na super small lang ng world. Halos lahat magkakakunekta na.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pag college ka, makikita mo talaga kung sino ang real friends mo. Yung mga mag stay para sayo at yung mga hindi na magpaparamdam. My High school friends,... i love you guys! :) Thank you for staying kahit na magkakaiba tayo ng university na pinasukan, surely.. we will grow old together :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gusto kong i special mention si Hedda Damasco coz malaki ang naging part nya sa 2011 ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, Patricia Velasco, Amanda Arambulo and Louise Gonzales kasi sila ung unang nakilala ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si Karl din, kasi he trusted me so much. Jaz Bonus na humabol sa 2011 ko. Late na kasi kami naging close.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si Danika Madulid na super late kong nakilala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sina Cirrus Vizconde at Hsiao na super miss ko na! Mga Best friend material haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si Kuya Rey na kawaray-waray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ang mga friends ni RR na sina Sasa at Blanche at Yogi at Hazel na din&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ang mga ka friends din ni CJ lalo na si Echavez at si Kalbo (coffee bean) at si Carmina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At ang buong LR21 na hindi ko na iisa-isahin haha super dami nyo eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ang mga Nadinians, Nadzters, Bernardino-holics, Naaddicts, naDEAN's Lister at sa mga iba ko pang fans... Salamat sa pag suporta! :))))))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2012 GOAL:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MAGPAYAMAN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7251799557007145636?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7251799557007145636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7251799557007145636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7251799557007145636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-happenings.html' title='2011 HAPPENINGS.'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7626421063604474288</id><published>2012-01-01T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T02:52:39.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 2012: Like the end of the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;Here's to the kids who experienced BAD VIBES just after the last day of 2011--first day of 2012. Ohyeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;Fuckshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7626421063604474288?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7626421063604474288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2012/01/journal-2012-like-end-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7626421063604474288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7626421063604474288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2012/01/journal-2012-like-end-of-world.html' title='Journal 2012: Like the end of the world.'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5353609618795131925</id><published>2011-12-29T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:33:52.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 2011</title><content type='html'>I have been longing to post things and thoughts running on my mind but i just don't know if I should blog it or not. I mean, this is blogger and this is my space. This is my ship and I control it and no one can accuse me of something illegal because it is my right to say what I truly feel but the catch is, ... I really don't know if I should let go of the words in my thought because I know that if i let go the birds in my head, screaming for freedom, I can't take it back; I might, just, hurt somebody... again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I try not to speak these words... I might kill someone and that someone is me. Oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am trying my best to think of a WISE and MATURE decision. Really, I am. Any advice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To post or not to post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5353609618795131925?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5353609618795131925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/12/journal-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5353609618795131925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5353609618795131925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/12/journal-2011.html' title='Journal 2011'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5415289728469381203</id><published>2011-12-29T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:22:01.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inthrop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tingguian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nadine bernardino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernardino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dlsu'/><title type='text'>Death is accepted with the belief in the afterlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;My INTHROP project and my professor gave me a 3.0 (85-89%-ish?) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;To start, let me first introduce you to the mother of my father, Rebecca Magala Bernardino, and like my father, she is also a Doctor by profession and at the same time, a Tingguian. After knowing our family history from my father side for our KASPIL 2 homework (make a family tree), it gave me an idea of whom to interview; my Lola Rebecca or “Igay”. Lola Igay is a native Tingguian, a culture minority like the Igorot from the mountain province of Abra. Lola Igay was diagnosed of having cancer years ago so on the last week of November she went down from Abra to Manila to have her check up and this gave me an opportunity to have her interview for my paper and a chance to know more about part of my history. I visited her at the Heart center last Sunday with my father. Despite the pain that she had been experiencing, I am still glad to see her face with her lips curved up. She was happy. Before she leaves Manila, she told me part of their (Tingguian) rituals and that is their burial traditions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;I know that the credibility of the story can bring doubts to the readers so let me tell the story of our history. My ancestors (father side) are chieftains and warriors or Cabesa De Barngay of Tingguian and since they are from ethnic groups, they don’t have last names. During the Spanish occupation, the government already required last names. So, Magala, son of my great grandfather Gayyed, decided Magala, his name itself, to be his last name and chose Manuel to be his first name. Since they are a family of politicians, Manuel became the city mayor, married Brigida Malugan and had seven daughters which include my grandmother, lola Igay—a Tingguian. Now with this bloodline, I am, by blood, half Tingguian.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;My lola is ever a Roman catholic. She never misses a mass every Sunday. She even gave me a Rosary as a gift when I was young. It was a precious rosary, aside from having light blue beads on it (she knows my favorite color), it came from my favorite lola. Having the great belief in God, she still never denies the fact that she’s a Tingguian that praises anitos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;The meaning of the word “Tingguian” is “People of the mountains “; Itneg is what the tingguians are known in the Ilocano (samtoy) dialect. The tingguian people are divided into several distinct tribal groups and this could be identified with the municipalities whom they belong. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;The different tribes have a common culture, costumes, ritual, beliefs, idiosyncrasies and ethnic values with only slight variations. They wear their hair in a tuft on the crown of the head. The Itneg man usually wear the ba-al (G-String) while the women wear necklaces, antique jewelry, colored beads and other ornaments which were wrapped around their arms and their bodies were tattooed. This was no joke, my lola Igay added, for she experienced how heavy was the bracelets in her arms during her younger years. They wear woven fabrics (inabel) which is called dingwa and paningitan. The tingguian women attires are multi colored especially the beads (batek). Physically the Tingguians are fine specimens. They have fair complexion and their nose are aquiline (apparently, I got a Tingguian nose. Little did you know, my hair is originally really curly). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;The religion of the Tingguian revolves around beliefs pertaining to creation and superstitious centering on anito, an omnipotent being which has absolute control over human kind. They regard Bagatulayan as their supreme god followed by kadaklan, who enforces decrees of Bagatulayan and the third rank is kabonian, who is the benevolent one and referred as the most revered among the tingguians. My lola, of course, doesn’t praise anitos anymore. She is already a roman catholic and I think most families converted to Catholic during the Spanish regime; Most of us, actually. But from these old beliefs, they had produced a unique ceremony and one of those is the burial ritual that, still, some being practiced up to now. They have this belief in the afterlife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;My grandfather (Adriano Bernardino), the husband of lola Igay died last 1998 because of cancer. I remember recalling someone dancing with their traditional clothes on while singing some Ilocano songs (which I can’t understand) accompanied by some instruments at the burial of my grandfather. The picture from my memory is a little bit fade already for I was just a kid then when I witness it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;As my grandmother retells, when a person dies, a man will shout three times announcing the death or what is called bokaang. The ritual is performed the eve of the burial. Everyone is gathered around the deceased and enact the palpalubos or farewell. Women give a dead person a “ceremonial bath” using the juice of burned ashes of rice straw right after he or she dies to clean the soul before entering singit (purgatory). Tingguians accepted death because of the belief in the after life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Members of the immediate family and relatives chant their farewell words while passing a glass of rice wine (Basi). But on the death of my grandfather, their drink was Tanduay. One person who represents the dead also takes part of the ritual to response to the farewells and bid the people goodbye. The next process is whatg they call Kelyas. This is a ritual performed immediately after the interment where the ceremony includes dancing (Tadek) with accompaniment of gongs (Gansa) and chanting (uggayam) to assuage the pain of the bereaved. The content of the chant also includes the autobiography of the person on how that person lives. This ceremony is still done with drinking of basi. After interment, favorite foods and things valued by the dead are placed on top of the tomb. A bonfire is lit to signify warming of the dead. They call this ceremony as Pabalon.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;As one enters the house of a dead tingguian a partially covered burnay (Jar) and a dead chick inside a plastic bag hanging at the door way greets the visitors. Under the coffin is a rooster tied to a bamboo and another burnay containing basi. On top of the coffin are two layers of pinapa (Burial Blankets). The immediate family of the dead wore white mourning clothes (wrapped wasig) around the waist and covered their head with a white hand towel. Other members wore white bandanas and a white cloth around their heads.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Panagbaniit is a ritual of offering (dead chick, a hen or a rooster and a burnay of basi) made to the spirits of the ancestors so that they will take care of dead as he or she joins them. The dead chick also symbolizes that someone is dead in the family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Still, a part of panagbaniit ritual, Sang- sangit / Palpalubos / Pakpakada (farewell), is a solemn chant (dirge) is done while passing a glass of basi (rice wine) from the burnays. This ritual could be enacting also thru uggayam (chanted songs).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Immediate relatives and friends of the dead took part as they finished their chant they pass the glass filled with basi to the next performer which in turn perform uggayam and drink the basi after. It is really a long process that this ceremony could last till morning before interment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Compared to the older days however, tingguians wakes and burial practices nowadays are simpler. They don’t go much into details already. A pig is butchered everyday to feed the visitors and burnays of basi are overflowing. Grand wakes and traditions that meant butchering not only a pig but a cow or carabao per day still takes place depending on the status and wealth of the dead family. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;My father, when he was young, recalls a man that he thought was alive but apparently, already dead! It is the masadiit tribe made the dead, which is not embalmed to sit in a bamboo chair and placed him in one corner of the house and then, they’ll do a ritual dance called the Tadek. This ritual is not practiced any longer. No one would want to see a dead fellow in the corner of one’s house, of course. And if you are wondering about the odor around the house with some dead guy in it… with no formalin, just think of a dead goldfish floating in your aquarium. Yes, it smells like that. Or maybe even almost times the worst of that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;They also believed in garbing the dead with gold earnings and costly beads and jewelries. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;I was so glad that despite the time that took over her age, she can still clearly remember the rituals, steps and the ways on how they do it. She asked me if I wanted to see one again (burial ceremony) and then she jokingly say that I would see one sooner or later. S           he is not getting any younger. Her age is pretty much emphasize by the lines in her face, lips barely painted red plus her silver hair. Pretty much soon, she’ll die, she says and I would be able to see another Tingguian ritual again in my life. I didn’t know what to utter so I just smiled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;After our conversation, we went straight to Jollibee to eat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;She gave me a glimpse of a strong woman fighting against cancer thru her lovely smile, bidding to us farewell, and then she left Manila. Never did I see her weak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;“I just wanted to know, will you donate, too, your body for a study when you die?” a girl asks a doctor from the Taiwanese film that I’ve watched. “Yes” the doctor replied and the girl asks why, the doctor said that our body is just made from dust and to dust, it will return. It is just a tool which God allowed us to use for a limited period of time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;The worth of a dead person is not on the body that he/she left but of the things that he/she has done and contributed that of great significance to many people and of which we should value more than anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;It is never true that Filipinos have no culture nor have no system of governing even before Magellan came to the boundaries of the Pearl of the orient sea, The Philippines. We have our own traditions even before. We can see that even in the old days, we have our own way in honoring the dead. It could be in the form of chanting and doing some traditional dances, showcasing their talent and their love for their dead. This tradition is one of the great treasures of our nation that is well preserved. A great piece of a well conserved history.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;The tingguian traditions are very old but are also very much alive albeit now influenced by the Christian faith. Bible services and praying of rosaries are now also held during the wake and the dead is blessed in the church before interment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Some of the rituals are, yes, not practiced anymore but I believe that even though we can’t see someone wearing these traditional clothes or heavy jewelries nowadays, representing the culture of the Tingguians, some of the old practice are still unmistakable and I still believe that despite the advance culture we have, on the mountain province of Abra, the tradition of the Tingguian is very evident and, still, lives on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5415289728469381203?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5415289728469381203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/12/death-is-accepted-with-belief-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5415289728469381203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5415289728469381203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/12/death-is-accepted-with-belief-in.html' title='Death is accepted with the belief in the afterlife'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4286672626748452811</id><published>2011-11-17T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:12:03.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal #41: Bitter na ex</title><content type='html'>Hinaing ng taong hindi maka move on/may secret crush &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Alam mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit wala ka, masaya ako dahil marami akong kaibigan at madami ang gusto akong kasama. Maswerte ako dahil marami ang nagmamahal sa akin hindi katulad mo na halos walang pumapansin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang totoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanhin ko pa ang pagmamahal ng mundo,&lt;br /&gt;kung hindi ko naman makukuha ang puso mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ang totoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung tutuusin, ako na ata ang pinaka malunkot at pinakamalas na tao sa buong mundo dahil alam kong kahit papaano ay masaya ka. Masaya ka nga at iba ang nagpapasaya sa'yo... hindi ako.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw &lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4286672626748452811?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4286672626748452811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/11/journal-41-bitter-na-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4286672626748452811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4286672626748452811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/11/journal-41-bitter-na-ex.html' title='Journal #41: Bitter na ex'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-722014119844803638</id><published>2011-11-10T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T02:57:46.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Journal #40: How to handle a relationship</title><content type='html'>This is just an advice. I've never been into serious relationship before and I never had any commitment to a partner but I do believe na kung sino pa yung walang experience, sila pa yung, minsan, magaling mag advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to handle a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro maihahalintulad natin ito sa sitwasyon kung saan nakakita ka ng isang rare at magandang ibon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ibon na ito ay ubod ng ganda at minsan ka lang makakita nito sa buong buhay mo o hindi kaya, isang ibon na kung saan iisa lang at bukod tangi lang sa buong mundo. Madami ang may gustong kumuha nito. Dumating ang tamang oras na napunta na sa kamay mo ang napakagandang ibon na ito. Nasa iyo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pag hawak ng isang relasyon ay parang paghawak sa ibon na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi masyadong mahigpit sapagkat ito'y lubhang nakakasakaL at minsan hindi mo na mamalayan na nakakasakit ka na pala.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi rin dapat ito maluwang sapagkat kapag masyado mong niluwagan, minsan hindi mo napapansin na nakawala na pala ito. Huwag mong hayaan. Sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat tama lang ang paghawak dito ngunit minsan kahit gaano pa kaayos ang hawak natin dito ay sadya talagang minsan, kailangan na niyang makawala dahil nahihirapan na rin siya at kailangan mo siyang pakawalan kahit napapasaya ka nito ng lubusan dahil alam mo namang kapag pinakawalan mo siya ay may ibang mas mabuting kamay ang hahawak sa kanya kung saan mapapanatag siya at magiging komportable. At least diba, masasabi mong may MAS mukhang gubat pa sa'yo :)) doon siya sa kanyang natural habitat mapupunta. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan ang pinakamatapang na pwedeng gawin ng isang tao ay yuong sumuko.&lt;br /&gt;Pero pare, Okay lang yan :bd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-722014119844803638?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/722014119844803638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/11/journal-40-how-to-handle-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/722014119844803638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/722014119844803638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/11/journal-40-how-to-handle-relationship.html' title='Journal #40: How to handle a relationship'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5186788534219050466</id><published>2011-10-29T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T20:59:56.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alam mo, sana asa FRIENDS FOR SALE ka nalang. Yung tipong mga kaibigang walang kwenta. At least doon, mabebenta pa kita kapag ayaw ko na sa'yo para kahit papaano, naging kapakipakinabang ka naman sa buhay ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kung hindi ka marunong magpahalaga sa taong nagmamahal sayo, wag kang umasang may tatagal sayo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5186788534219050466?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5186788534219050466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/10/alam-mo-sana-asa-friends-for-sale-ka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5186788534219050466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5186788534219050466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/10/alam-mo-sana-asa-friends-for-sale-ka.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-2973535062781454289</id><published>2011-10-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T20:32:40.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 38: Make sense?</title><content type='html'>May mga bagay na kahit gusto mo, kailangan mong bitawan.&lt;br /&gt;May mga tao na kahit napapasaya ka, kailangan mong iwasan.&lt;br /&gt;May mga desisyon na dapat gawin kahit napipilitan.&lt;br /&gt;At may mga pagkakataon na kapag ginawa mo ang tama, ikaw pa ang mahihirapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kadahilanang may mga bagay na kapag pinagpilitan, sa huli ay ikaw din ang masasaktan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mabigat ay gumagaan kapag iyong binitawan. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep me wondering; is there any worse than to see your love one, love someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yung feeling na yung bukod tanging tao sa buhay mo na pinagkakatiwalaan mo, hindi ka pagkatiwalaan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-2973535062781454289?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/2973535062781454289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/10/journal-38-make-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2973535062781454289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2973535062781454289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/10/journal-38-make-sense.html' title='Journal 38: Make sense?'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5605256472479070414</id><published>2011-10-17T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T05:35:20.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bay walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ccp complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercising'/><title type='text'>Journal #37 A thousand miles: a walking/jogging experience</title><content type='html'>My INTHROP midterm paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my weight is not getting any lesser, my friends and I decided to finally get rid off of some of our excess baggage in our body. I started, again, exercising with one of my friends but this time, not inside the gym. We decided to jog along bay walk, at least, to try something new since we are just meters away from there. We started last Tuesday, October 11, for it’s just the only time where our schedule permits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First attempt:&lt;br /&gt;We planned to wake up at around 3:30 am so that we could start jogging at 4 but unfortunately, we were dead bed; so sleepy that it was already 4:30 in the morning when we woke up. It was 4:48 am when we went down from our condo at EGI Taft Tower Hotel. Since it was still dark, you could feel the light cool air brush unto your cheeks. It was a nice experience and I was so excited since it’s my first time to jog across the streets. There were no cars so you could walk in the middle of the streets like a boss. The city was still asleep and you can hear nothing but the silence of the moon, such that the only sign of life were the lights on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was fresh. Manila was calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up to Vito Cruz turning right and straight ahead up to Roxas Blvd. It was a long walk. It was already near 5 am at that time so you could now already see people jogging across roads and since there are no cars, you can cross from road to road not minding the stop light. As I observed, maybe the reasons why people jog early in the morning is because of first, they have jobs in the afternoon. Second, since it is still dark, the temperature is cool and lastly, since, again, there are no vehicles chances are, there are less pollution so you can inhale freely without suffocating yourself. When we were already steps away from Mabini st., I observed that there are still, indeed, pedicab drivers working in the early hours. It made me wonder if they ever rest. In a world like this, money, truly, never sleeps. Also, there were still drunk people singing in the karaoke bars though it is already 5 in the morning. I mean, it’s a weekday. Don’t they have jobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached Roxas Blvd. and went straight, first, to CCP Complex where you could see lots of people, in all ages, jogging around that area like ants circulating a food crumb. The structure of the building fits for persons who want to jog for the construction of it has an inclined part thus, enhances your strength and your muscle on particularly the leg part. I also observed that people follow a common norm in which, facing the CCP complex, people jog right upwards then to left downwards. It is very unusual to see when people jog the other way around. I don’t know why well, maybe, to avoid banging each other. We had our first lap and it was hard since we were just beginners and since it was years ago when I last went to the gym but it was fun for it gave us a new “first time” experience plus the company of some marine squad jogging together while exemplifying “HUH!” after every round. I can still remember on how we joke around like I asked, “Anung oras na?” “5:30”, my friend replied. “Ano? 5:30? So nag j-jogging pa lang tayo ng 4 rounds in 5 minutes?” I was so tired and I was already catching my breath with sweat all over my face that I said “Sige. 5 min. ng jogging tapos 10 min. ng pahinga. GO!” It was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors around were already emphasized. The sun started to touch the ground. It was already past 5 and we just had six rounds of jogging. As we rest for a while, an old man came close and asked us where we’re from for it was the first time he saw us jog there. Base on his statement, we can say that he always jogs to that place to the point that people who also often jogs to that place is already familiar to him. We said that we’re just from Vito Cruz and he said that he’s from Paco. After that short conversation, we left. We went to the bay walk and continue jogging, also, to witness the sunrise. It was already 6 and heat is already present as well as the pollution from the many vehicles. We passed by along Aristocrat restaurant up to Palacio de Maynila as I noticed some homeless people who just sheltered themselves by sleeping on the dirty ground under the tree or on the adobe of the public restrooms. What we saw is just a glimpse of the kind of society we have. All I can do was just to stare. The baywalk is not that beautiful anymore given that the tile floorings were smudged by the force of Pedring but still, many people chose to jog there. I realized that when you jog, you don’t mind much on the surroundings but the benefits of jogging. We we’re already tired so we decided to return by passing along Quirino Ave. back to EGI building. It was almost 7 when we reached the condo. We planned to make it a hobby: exercising at least twice a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt:&lt;br /&gt;October 14, 2011, Friday and at exactly 3:30 am, my cellular phone alarmed. We planned to wake up earlier than our first attempt so that we could expect ourselves to be on the road by 4 but apparently, we woke up 37 minutes late. We went down around 4:33 travelling the same route; I was a little bit shock. There were lots of cars unlike on our previous attempt where streets felt like it’s with lifeless roads. We walked just by the sides of the road and followed the traffic rules. I wonder what’s with Friday morning. My friend suggested that maybe because it’s already weekend, people are starting to go back to their houses before sunrise. We couldn’t see some people jogging either up until we reached Mabini Street. At 4:59, we reached CCP complex. There are also few people who jogged on that day compared to our first try. With this second one, we jogged for around 10 laps. I’m so glad that we managed to break our last record. At 5:15, the Marine squad started to jog but only with such minimum of time compared to what I’ve witness before. They just jogged for around 5 minutes and then they’re off. It was already 5:40 when we left CCP and went for bay walk again but as we walk our way to the bay, a man on a bike greeted me good morning. It made me smile. I think I should practice the same act too. Knowing that you’re the reason behind that smile makes you feel even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zephyr breeze was still cool. Light already embraced Manila but there was still no sign of the sun. It was a cloudy morning and we can have an assumption of a bad day ahead. Unlike our previous shot, we went back earlier this time. Following the same route again, we walked up to Quirino Ave. and as we passed by Manila zoo, another gentleman greeted me good morning. What’s really with the day? Having the assumption of a bad weather coming up changes my mood on having some good vibes after having two greetings from a mere stranger. I greeted back.  I realized that if a stranger can straighten up the curve on the lips of a person, how much more if that stranger is close to the heart of that person? Greeting someone with a smile can mean an entire universe to a person because it is synonymous to the word “care”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 6:24 when we reached EGI. We should be getting some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insights:&lt;br /&gt;There are stoplights on the streets where green means “GO! You can do it”, orange “Hey, why don’t you rest for a while? You, too, needed some time.”  Red for “Stop. It’s okay. You have done enough.” We need not always to ride unto some vehicles. Sometimes, we just need to walk. There are many benefits in walking. You’ll never achieve something by just standing in place. It may be tiring but the experience is unrivaled. We sometimes, may stumble and fall because of our, maybe, ignorance or carelessness but if you’ll have a hard time returning on the track, you’ll see that there are people who will help you out; Strangers who experienced the same scenario having the same pain or even worst; people who are, now, already strong. Knowing what to do, which path to take, the right directions, if there’s a hole or a damage road and knowing where to stop add much to our knowledge so that if we tried to go back once more, we already have the sufficient awareness on which way to go and road to take, knowledge to where we fall so that we won’t fall once more, awareness to the same mistake so that we won’t commit it the second time and sufficient strength to bear all the hardships of walking again. There are only two mistakes one can make along the road; not going all the way, and not starting. We need not to run. Speed doesn’t matter. What matters most is the journey; the distance from where you begin and to the extent of what you’ve reached. There are no shortcuts to place worth going. We don’t need to follow tracks; we can make our own and be the epitome of our own race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, One more thing! After jogging, I found out a very factual thing. It’s really hard to figure out where you’re going or what you’re stepping on to especially during dark hours. Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---after weeks, I got 3.5/4 (grade)! yehesss! haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5605256472479070414?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5605256472479070414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/10/journal-37-thousand-miles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5605256472479070414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5605256472479070414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/10/journal-37-thousand-miles.html' title='Journal #37 A thousand miles: a walking/jogging experience'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8235635183394390293</id><published>2011-10-13T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:24:12.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirt design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iSteve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iCon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>iSteve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KZILEF6QqS0/Tpb2dkSJrII/AAAAAAAAAS8/230_9tAfTrg/s1600/steve1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KZILEF6QqS0/Tpb2dkSJrII/AAAAAAAAAS8/230_9tAfTrg/s400/steve1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662984569281424514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RR and I joined a Tshirt design contest. I really don't have any idea what to put on the blank shirt that could make us win the competition until a titanic news bomb the whole world. Steve jobs, the founder of Apple, died because of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saddens me for though we are not close and like he doesn't even know me, he made the entire world a small place to live in. He connected people from both ends, he made us realized that a thing from our imagination could be the key to such economic progress and that such thing could be real; such thing could exist and that such thing from our imagination can be now moved by our bare hands. An idea of an extraordinary possibility embodied with words "what if?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs is a great innovator. He influenced the whole world and put the power to the hands of the people. An icon. A statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a massive lost for the world but by what he did, he just showed that failure is part of success, progress can be achieved not only by working hard but also by working smart and that the body of the dead person is not important or by how he lived before but by what he has done for the world and what he has contributed to the rest of the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Jobs is a legend. Let us, therefore, continue his legacy. This shirt is a tribute for him. iSteve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8235635183394390293?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8235635183394390293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/10/isteve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8235635183394390293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8235635183394390293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/10/isteve.html' title='iSteve'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KZILEF6QqS0/Tpb2dkSJrII/AAAAAAAAAS8/230_9tAfTrg/s72-c/steve1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-983483566833494077</id><published>2011-10-13T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T05:34:13.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry balls'/><title type='text'>ANGRY EGGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-5PL_IEzT0/TpbyIQG7UzI/AAAAAAAAASw/Ke4-06EoYKc/s1600/2011-10-11%2B18.52.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-5PL_IEzT0/TpbyIQG7UzI/AAAAAAAAASw/Ke4-06EoYKc/s400/2011-10-11%2B18.52.38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662979805041873714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photo essay for our chem. It's about chickens that are placed in a small cages and filthy slaughter houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after killing them. Slaughter houses just dump their waste in some creeks leaving it slimy and dirty and this affects our environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is it's not the birds' fault. They are the victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after weeks, i just got the news from our chem teacher... my photo was displayed :) hihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-983483566833494077?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/983483566833494077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/10/angry-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/983483566833494077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/983483566833494077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/10/angry-eggs.html' title='ANGRY EGGS'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-5PL_IEzT0/TpbyIQG7UzI/AAAAAAAAASw/Ke4-06EoYKc/s72-c/2011-10-11%2B18.52.38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-6500092488120366542</id><published>2011-09-22T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:37:18.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nadine bernardino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo journal'/><title type='text'>every word feels like a shooting star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbHQMtl9SKg/TntVMwbEeyI/AAAAAAAAASo/GUTdXT6_ugc/s1600/page6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbHQMtl9SKg/TntVMwbEeyI/AAAAAAAAASo/GUTdXT6_ugc/s400/page6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655207434739022626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wC0lRNXcw6w/TntVMkEFSDI/AAAAAAAAASg/rJEMBZoPzDQ/s1600/page5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wC0lRNXcw6w/TntVMkEFSDI/AAAAAAAAASg/rJEMBZoPzDQ/s400/page5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655207431421380658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsEVOTFvRuw/TntVMgPAJwI/AAAAAAAAASY/RNICLEINFWM/s1600/page4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xsEVOTFvRuw/TntVMgPAJwI/AAAAAAAAASY/RNICLEINFWM/s400/page4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655207430393440002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VanSmodZjfc/TntVMbZWrcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5Fe3Fzfftcg/s1600/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VanSmodZjfc/TntVMbZWrcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5Fe3Fzfftcg/s400/page3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655207429094682050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TpCpzwfLVI/TntVMX5uNXI/AAAAAAAAASI/JaNQ3EMvpM0/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TpCpzwfLVI/TntVMX5uNXI/AAAAAAAAASI/JaNQ3EMvpM0/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655207428156700018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-6500092488120366542?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/6500092488120366542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-word-feels-like-shooting-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/6500092488120366542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/6500092488120366542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-word-feels-like-shooting-star.html' title='every word feels like a shooting star'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbHQMtl9SKg/TntVMwbEeyI/AAAAAAAAASo/GUTdXT6_ugc/s72-c/page6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7462674196090153005</id><published>2011-09-18T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T08:19:03.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shobe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo journal'/><title type='text'>precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUF0oq4d3HE/TnYLh8XsapI/AAAAAAAAARc/p1HQ6tqr2kY/s1600/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUF0oq4d3HE/TnYLh8XsapI/AAAAAAAAARc/p1HQ6tqr2kY/s400/page2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653719059979332242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGn8H18qFts/TnYLhifkvzI/AAAAAAAAARU/IbQyxF-_0Zw/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGn8H18qFts/TnYLhifkvzI/AAAAAAAAARU/IbQyxF-_0Zw/s400/page.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653719053033062194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;once in a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7462674196090153005?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7462674196090153005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/09/precious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7462674196090153005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7462674196090153005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/09/precious.html' title='precious'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUF0oq4d3HE/TnYLh8XsapI/AAAAAAAAARc/p1HQ6tqr2kY/s72-c/page2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4539319590130529859</id><published>2011-09-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:24:36.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aovdZgnsx5Y/TmeMkWx2kJI/AAAAAAAAARM/RQ5AckNskZ8/s1600/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aovdZgnsx5Y/TmeMkWx2kJI/AAAAAAAAARM/RQ5AckNskZ8/s400/two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649638813777432722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige; tawa pa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4539319590130529859?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4539319590130529859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/09/emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4539319590130529859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4539319590130529859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/09/emo.html' title='emo'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aovdZgnsx5Y/TmeMkWx2kJI/AAAAAAAAARM/RQ5AckNskZ8/s72-c/two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8275638967668972740</id><published>2011-09-01T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:22:49.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cj aguilar'/><title type='text'>@cjlikesluffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZn3Mw4sfTk/Tl-U8zIvKiI/AAAAAAAAARE/gy2brm_bGBo/s1600/263303_10150283342688340_625813339_7684600_1921577_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZn3Mw4sfTk/Tl-U8zIvKiI/AAAAAAAAARE/gy2brm_bGBo/s400/263303_10150283342688340_625813339_7684600_1921577_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647396229985806882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my best other half,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a lot of things, harder than you thought. You know that.&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced failure more than you did. You know that.&lt;br /&gt;I've been there, done that. And now you see, I survived. You know that. You were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is always part of success. Know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been striving hard and now that i reached one of my summit, you were part of it.&lt;br /&gt;You have been striving harder and now that you are down, here's my favorite quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not pull you up but I will try everything not to make you fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good adviser and sometimes, I'm not the right person whom you can talk to but remember, I'll always and forever be here with and for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. You know that. God knows how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhe, Okay lang yan. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8275638967668972740?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8275638967668972740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/09/cjlikesluffy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8275638967668972740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8275638967668972740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/09/cjlikesluffy.html' title='@cjlikesluffy'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZn3Mw4sfTk/Tl-U8zIvKiI/AAAAAAAAARE/gy2brm_bGBo/s72-c/263303_10150283342688340_625813339_7684600_1921577_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5779563919572393745</id><published>2011-08-31T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:24:11.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>massive rocket</title><content type='html'>I just wanna share you some of my best creations. This for the first day of September :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is taken at RR's condo. 5:30 am in Manila. I just added some text and the rest is at its original. Taken using my Samsung Galaxy Ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66RUnjKtR18/Tl5q48Tl0NI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J0kgSIg4ws0/s1600/it_ends_tonight_by_nadzine-d466zs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66RUnjKtR18/Tl5q48Tl0NI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J0kgSIg4ws0/s320/it_ends_tonight_by_nadzine-d466zs9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647068509262696658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is my 3rd year adviser and I love her so much. I draw it for her. A gift for teacher's day. (Feb 2010)I just used some ordinary pencil. Below was just a photo of my original work. It was uploaded and I gave some emphasize on some lines by the power of MS Paint and Photoscape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBy_FZj9X8Q/Tl5qymtBbEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mxVlAGuC9Ts/s1600/298184_10150289039858340_625813339_7739244_249422_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBy_FZj9X8Q/Tl5qymtBbEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mxVlAGuC9Ts/s320/298184_10150289039858340_625813339_7739244_249422_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647068400384568386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken last 2008. It was my sister and my mom playing PSP. It is just an ordinary 3-pics but I really do like the caption. It makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzKF3TKEJmA/Tl5qys-dW1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/OcVKfwJmyHY/s1600/47216_434865553339_625813339_4954292_1581018_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzKF3TKEJmA/Tl5qys-dW1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/OcVKfwJmyHY/s320/47216_434865553339_625813339_4954292_1581018_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647068402068314962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken last 2009, i think? or end of 2008. My sister, shobe, eating at SM Manila Jollibee. I tried to put more emphasize on Jollibee's cup by putting the rest of the picture to grey. I should have blurred the back part of shobe's to make the whole scene dramatic. I really do love Jollibee and making this ad for them is a pleasure :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCwOG1HcUo4/Tl5qyVk8QwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gcArTYtxzpo/s1600/47216_434865543339_625813339_4954290_4707074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCwOG1HcUo4/Tl5qyVk8QwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gcArTYtxzpo/s320/47216_434865543339_625813339_4954290_4707074_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647068395787272962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I really do love shobe for my model. This was taken 2008 in our office by my Nokia 6*** something black flip top. I played with the colors and put on some words. My first creation using VCW vicman's photo edit. (not sure with the name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry1EsajQNRc/Tl5qyCMwZ1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/nE_ejHyW7u8/s1600/47216_434865508339_625813339_4954283_2913719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry1EsajQNRc/Tl5qyCMwZ1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/nE_ejHyW7u8/s320/47216_434865508339_625813339_4954283_2913719_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647068390585558866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love. I do love these people. This is one of the memories worth remembering. No edits. Captured by my Kodak cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jKvPvDSbrA/Tl5qyMZCJhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/o-FIuRvIzT4/s1600/24104_379957973339_625813339_3631543_5892519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jKvPvDSbrA/Tl5qyMZCJhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/o-FIuRvIzT4/s320/24104_379957973339_625813339_3631543_5892519_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647068393321408018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5779563919572393745?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5779563919572393745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/08/massive-rocket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5779563919572393745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5779563919572393745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/08/massive-rocket.html' title='massive rocket'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66RUnjKtR18/Tl5q48Tl0NI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J0kgSIg4ws0/s72-c/it_ends_tonight_by_nadzine-d466zs9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8593888551613394818</id><published>2011-08-31T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T18:53:36.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal 36: Real men don't smile, George.</title><content type='html'>Hey George, you must read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basis of a REAL MAN, George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, A real man knows how to say SORRY and knows the meaning of it.&lt;br /&gt;A real man will have the guts to say his feelings for the girl he truly loves before it comes to close.&lt;br /&gt;A real man will do anything just to make their relationship legal.&lt;br /&gt;A real man is willing to sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;A real man stands for his mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;A real man doesn't make her wait.&lt;br /&gt;A real man has plans.&lt;br /&gt;A real man is true to his words.&lt;br /&gt;A real man knows how to RESPECT and treat girls nicely.&lt;br /&gt;A real man does not break hearts nor makes her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Coz You know what, it doesn't take you to become a man by growing a mustache, George.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take some balls for you to be a man, George, to be a man.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be old for them to call you a man, George, to call you a man.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take some DOTA nor some online games for you to be called a grown up man. &lt;br /&gt;By how many parties you have attended, by how many pussies you've entered and by how many sip of tequilas you've taken; It doesn't add some points to your manhood. Really, George, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, George, Grow up babe. It doesn't take you nor any of what I have just typed earlier nor even the name "George" for you to become a man. Be mature. Be sensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have real balls, show it George. Show it. &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a pussy, George, nor even a dick. K?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8593888551613394818?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8593888551613394818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-36-george.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8593888551613394818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8593888551613394818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-36-george.html' title='Journal 36: Real men don&apos;t smile, George.'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5721030014104006790</id><published>2011-08-19T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T06:37:26.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal #35: Rizal's salome</title><content type='html'>I know you can relate with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I may or can be a good adviser sometimes. College is a bit fun but at the same time depressing. You met this guy which we don’t like, in the first place, but since it’s your choice, it’s your life… we have no power over your feelings thus, we accepted him for the sake of your happiness. Life is complicated and shit strikes like a stroke. It chooses no age or gender and bows to no one. It’s when you enjoy life to the fullest and thought that nothing can stop you from being happy but no, suddenly it becomes so dark and before you realize it, you are already stepping on a smelly shit. Foul, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Guys, guys, guys. If there is, at least, one guy who will prove that not all guys are the same, I would marry him but God must be too lazy to create him at the moment or too busy poking Magdalene on Facebook. Never let a guy destroy your life. They don’t have enough balls, WE should give them one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t know if this advice is for you…. Or for me. Now I understand why they say “Huwag munang mag b-boyfriend” maybe the problem is not with love but in the way how we handle it or maybe the problem is the choice and decision we made. We used too much of our feelings and believed in each and every word they whispered. Softly that it caresses us deep within our bones but kills us like leukemia after they’re done. We are no toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s have some starbucks sometime. Honestly, we need each other right now. Girls have more balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all feelings are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5721030014104006790?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5721030014104006790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-35-rizals-salome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5721030014104006790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5721030014104006790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-35-rizals-salome.html' title='Journal #35: Rizal&apos;s salome'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4947915792749231884</id><published>2011-08-16T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T05:55:11.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal #34: a hundred and one post</title><content type='html'>I'm brave enough to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..So far, nobody hates me even I hate some of them. All of them are kind to me and they treat me nice  but the thing is I am not satisfied. I am still looking for that, at least, one person who can be my real friend. Maybe I can't find that one person because maybe the thing that i'm looking for is the duplicate of my High school best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sometimes, it's hard for me to say NO to them. I, too, need sometimes to be alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To my blockmates, &lt;br /&gt;whose hair looks like a tweety bird&lt;br /&gt;who smell like fart&lt;br /&gt;who looks like the ugly p'nam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To my old friend,&lt;br /&gt;I back-stabbed you. I can't say sorry because I know it's normal and everybody is doing it. I'm no saint. But i WILL say sorry; I broke my promise. You are just so, sometimes, irritating, have no limitations and hey, I am never yours. But thank you, for being true. Thank you for being there. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for being a friend. I'm sorry, I became a bitch. Maybe it's best if you leave me alone for a moment. Maybe I just need space but, let's be friends again. Shall we? And maybe this time, we could make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To my not so but current friend&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. You are just so nice but please, ask my permission first before doing something I hate. It seems okay but NO, it isn't. My studies are already being affected also, my wallet for everyweek, my pink purse doesn't get any fatter at all while I feast in millions of fat calories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To -&lt;br /&gt;it's a symbol, idiot. I'm sorry for bringing up bad conclusions about you. I have no evidence but please, give me a good reason on why I shouldn't  believe in my own instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To some.&lt;br /&gt;talkshit. Kailan ka pang natutong magsinungaling sa'kin? It's just months since we became close friends. I think months are never enough. I still don't know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To RR,&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SORRY. Thank you for being such a nice friend. I am a bad condo-mate. I'll make it up to you. Your studies are being affected and yeah, also, weight. LOL. I love you. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To God,&lt;br /&gt;be the glory. I surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may/might become a hot issue in the class but hey, who would mind reading this? maybe you. I can't answer you if you ask me who they are. I would just like to apologize and to send my deepest gratitude. You, have been, so nice to me. Again, I'm no saint. Sorry bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4947915792749231884?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4947915792749231884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-34-hundred-and-one-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4947915792749231884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4947915792749231884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal-34-hundred-and-one-post.html' title='Journal #34: a hundred and one post'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7860262524227217385</id><published>2011-08-06T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T07:28:47.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>it's been like months since my last update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm loving my college life because of the schedule. I have my freedom. It's just that, you have to give your best all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Highschool friends more. I just hoped that even though we ran apart, even though we sail on different waves and reach for different stars... that we will stay together as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will be in our way but yep, it's true that when all suddenly falls down, your friends may never promise to hold you up but will do everything not to let you down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends, I just suddenly missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, I'm so glad that my grammar has been improved. LOL. No more "despite OF" and other wrong spelling like "you're" and "your" haha. Achievment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7860262524227217385?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7860262524227217385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7860262524227217385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7860262524227217385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/08/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7088928435221406335</id><published>2011-06-13T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:12:29.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I miss you. Badly. Yeah, I just.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7088928435221406335?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7088928435221406335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7088928435221406335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7088928435221406335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4683961243961603633</id><published>2011-05-18T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T09:24:46.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal #32: Where do i get my confidence?</title><content type='html'>Journal #32: Where do i get my confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabasa ko sa dedication book ko at sabi na ren ng ibang tao na parang nagugulat sila kapag kinakabahan ako at parang pajoke nilang sinasabi na "haha may kinakatakutan ka pala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapang ako sa matapang. Sabi na ng palad ko yun. I have a straight horizontal line on my left hand at nung bata pa talaga ako may star factor na ako. Sayaw kung sayaw sa maraming tao. Gusto ko nga sanang sumali sa Eat Bulaga ung mga contest for kids. Tinamad lang ako haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapang ako when I know the worth of the battle, if it's worth fighting and the reasons behind it. Pero ung pagiging matapang is somewhat different from being kampante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakukuha ko ung confidence ko siguro sa realization na kapag nasa harap ka ng madaming tao, pare-pareho lang naman kayo eh so i-judge ka nila, magkamali ka or what, lahat naman ganun eh. Sunod, ung tipong thought na kapag nagkamali ka, don't worry, may worse pa sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kampante ako kasi alam kong may mga taong mag c-cheer saken at ung gagawen ko ay para sa mga taong naniniwala sa galing ko. I don't want to disappoint them or to bring them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kampante ako kase I have no choice. Lahat pagdadaanan yan at dito tayo kumukuha ng tapang at lakas. Kailangan. Para satin. Kailangan nating minsan lakarin ang mga sirang daan kasi mahirap kapag mag k-kotse ka o mags-short cut kasi pag balik mo, pwde kang ,maligaw. Pag lalakarin mo kasi, nakakapagod pero masaya ang trip at kung sakaling babalik ka, alam mo na kung saan ka nadapa at yung mga short cuts para next time, alam mo na yung gagawin mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa journey naten, may makikilala ka sa pag lakad mo. Makikilala mo rin kung sino sa kanila handang sumama sayo pabalik. Andyan din ang stop light na kahit hindi ka nakasasakyan eh kailangan mo ring pansinin. Green na nagsasabi sayo na GO! KAYA MO YAN! It is time. Ready ka na. Yellow/Orange na nagsasabing OOPS Break muna. Dahan-dahan lang, dami pang oras oh. Magpahinga ka muna. At Red na nagsasabing Ui, tama na. Tigil mo na. Enough na yung nagawa mo. Pwede na yun, pasado ka na kay God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kampante dahil alam kong kasama ko ngayon yung mga tao sa Journey ko at sinamahan nila ako pabalik. Obligasyon kong wag silang pabayaan kaya kapag andyan na ang spot light sa entablado. GO lang ng GO. Para sa kanila yun eh. Para din saken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4683961243961603633?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4683961243961603633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-32-where-do-i-get-my-confidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4683961243961603633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4683961243961603633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-32-where-do-i-get-my-confidence.html' title='Journal #32: Where do i get my confidence?'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7628308067257481590</id><published>2011-04-15T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T21:05:24.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal #31, Selos</title><content type='html'>Masakit lang ung feeling na makatanggap ng text na ganito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ate! Grabe. Enjoy na enjoy ko yung company nila. Ang saya-saya. Mahal na mahal ko na sila"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu na kapag alam mong mahal din sila ng taong minahal ka minsan. Pwesto mo yun eh. Oo. Dati. At ang reply mo naman sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo. Masaya sila/siyang kasama. Mageenjoy ka ng bongga gaya ng naranasan ko"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to give up. Alam nating may hangganan ang lahat ng masayasayang bagay at kahit sa gusto pa natin, kailangan natin bitawan dahil alam natin na may mga tao ring may karapatan maranasan kung anu ang meron ka ngayon. Sila naman. Kahit na masakit tanggapin na mas mamahalin sila ng taong mahal mo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7628308067257481590?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7628308067257481590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/journal-31-selos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7628308067257481590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7628308067257481590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/journal-31-selos.html' title='Journal #31, Selos'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4837794179452279836</id><published>2011-04-15T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:23:55.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Tumblr vs Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ybDw74jA5Z4/TafycDNbQ8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/6vz2mf5RW8g/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ybDw74jA5Z4/TafycDNbQ8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/6vz2mf5RW8g/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595707625743008706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter vs. Tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter mostly favors with words unlike Tumblr that favors with pictures. Actually they have something in common. They are both popular, they both have T as their initials and both have a very good content. I usualy learn new words of wisdom from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for some reasons, Twitter is more famous than Tumblr because of the issues, gossips and controversies celebrities are making for publicity. Twitter is like letting a stalker stalk your life. Twitter is not that bad at all but in fact, also, helpful. If you are not aware of your surroundings or does not watch television at all, you can always get updated because of its Trending topics. Twitter also unites the world. Like if something bad happen to a country, people would be tweeting it until it becomes a talk of the town. They will put hash tags on it #prayforacountry. There's nothing wrong about it but the only problem is That. People just put tags on their tweets and do nothing about the world. Great contribution right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr on the other hand is somewhat like friendster, aside from customizing your page, you get a lot of friends. I can say that Tumblr is better compare to twitter for people are just too lazy to update their tumblr like with "Will now take a bath" and "Done taking a bath" unlike twitter. Mostly nonsense kasi ung mga pinopost sa twitter pero nakalagay kasi don "What's happening?" so i think people are just answering that question. Mostly may mga Class lang ang nag t-twitter pero may mga jejemons rin na nakakapasok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ayoko lang sa tumblr eh dahil sa pictures siya, mas matagal siyang mag load compare to twitter. But both have these annoying people na pa KSP at mga taong post ng post ng picture nila eh di naman sila artista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm just a beginner on tumblr, I could say no more about it unlike twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Follow me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://b-brain.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/iNadzine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4837794179452279836?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4837794179452279836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/tumblr-vs-twitter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4837794179452279836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4837794179452279836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/tumblr-vs-twitter.html' title='Tumblr vs Twitter'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ybDw74jA5Z4/TafycDNbQ8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/6vz2mf5RW8g/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5427676371492787323</id><published>2011-04-14T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:54:33.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Chua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battle hymn of the tiger mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino editorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Editorial</title><content type='html'>*I never read the book but it was featured on Jessica Soho and on Yahoo. I got interested and wrote something about it. This was intentionally for our Editorial page, newspaper project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilinlang ng "sex" ang mga pikit na pag-iisp ng mga kabataan ngayon. Dahil dito, patuloy ang pagtaas ng kaso ukol sa Teenage Pregnancy at ito ay hindi maituturing na biro sapagkat ang pagpapalaki ng isang anak ay hindi madali subalit mas higit na mahirap ang pagpapalaki sa sarili bilang isang ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang hamon sa mga ilaw ng tahanan ang pagdidisiplina sa kanilang mga supling. Pinag-uusapan ngayon ang kontrobersyal na librong isinulat ni Amy Chua, ang "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother" kung saan isinulat niya na ang mabisang paraan ng pagdidisiplina ng mga anak ay ang paggamit sa kanila ng kamay na bakal kaya 'di umano'y nagtatanda sila at lumalaking may disiplina, magaling at matalino ang mga anak lalo na umano ang mga taong nagmula sa Tsina kung saan sinasabining ang karangalan ng pamilya ay ang pinakamatimbang para sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikwinento niya na isang batas sa kanilang bahay ang pagkakamit ng matatas na marka sa halos lahat ng asignatura ng kanyang dalawang anak at kasama na rito ang pag aaral ng piano o byolin sa loob ng sunod-sunod na tatlong oras na walang pahinga hanggat hindi pa saulado ang isang pyersa. Dumating pa umano sa puntong tinawag niya ang isa sa kanyang mga anak na "basura" noong nagtalo sila. Ito ang tinatawag na 'Physiological Punishment' kung saan inilathala niya na ginawa rin umano sa kanya ito ng kanyang ama noong bata palamang siya at pinagsisisihan niya ang pambabastos na ginawa niya noon at dahil rito, naniniwala siyang magsisisi rin at magaantanda ang kanuang mga anak kaya nama'y ginagawa rin niya ang ganitong kaugalian sa kanyang mga anak. Ayon sa kanya, marahas ang ganitong proseso ng pagpapalaki subalit mabisa. Samantala, sanay naman ang ibang Pilipino sa 'Corporal Punishment' o yaong pisikal na pagpapahirap kung saan pinapaluhod ang mga bata sa asin at kung anu-ano pang pagpapahirap upang magtanda. Ipinagbabawal ang ganitong pagpapalaki sa Pilipinas dahil maituturing itong isang abuso lalo na sa Simbahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang parusa ay salitang hindi akma para sa mga namumukadkad na bulaklak. Kailangan nilang magtanda, oo, ngunit hindi sa marahas na paraan dahil nagdudulot lamang ito ng matinding troma, depresyon at masamang alaala sa kanilang kabataan. Ang pag-uusap ay isang napakabisang paraan upang magkaintindihan at ang pag-iintindi sa mga bata ay kailangan upang sila ay makinig. Hindi rin tama na palakihin sa layaw ang bata sapagkat hindi nila mauunawaan ang tunay na kahulugan ng buhay sa kanilang pagtanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako rin ay mula sa pamilyang may lahing Intsik. Hindi ganoon kaistrikto ang aking mga magulang ngunit hindi ito ang rason kung bakit hindi ko maatim ang kalabis-labis na marka. Sariling pagsisikap lamang at sa malamang paguusap lamang ang kailangan upang labis na magkaintindihan ang dalawang panig. Pagsasalita, pakikinig at pagiinitindi ang higit na kinakailangan sa bawat pamilya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5427676371492787323?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5427676371492787323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/editorial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5427676371492787323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5427676371492787323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/editorial.html' title='Editorial'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8475232481220749417</id><published>2011-04-14T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:52:01.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food review'/><title type='text'>Food Review: Scarmble</title><content type='html'>*This article was intentionally for our newspaper, a group project pero talaga namang ibblog ko sya and in fact may pictures pa nga ako kaso waley. na wala na. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa kultura na ng mga Pinoy ang pagkain ng Scramble o kilala rin sa tawag na "Bubbles" na hindi alintana kung ano mang dumi ang meron ito basta ito'y patok na patok sa mga Pinoy. Ang Scramble ay ang kadalasang matamis na panghimagas na kulay rosas na may yelo, Evaporated Milk at Milk Powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamakailan lamang noong huling taon ay umusbong ang paglalagay ng iba't ibang topings sa klasikong Scramble at ngayon na dating nasa kalsada lang ay nagkaroon na rin ito ng pwesto sa mga mall at dito nagsimulang umusbong muli ang negosyo sa Scramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa bagong lalagyan, disenyo, toppings at lasang pagpipilian, nagkaroon rin ng interes dito ang maliliit na mercado kaya naman hindi nagpahuli ang mga tindahan sa Back Gate (Gate 3) ng SMACC kung saan naging mabenta agad ito sa mga Marians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kuya na naglalako ng simpleng Scramble lamang noon ay ngayo'y may kasama ng sago't gulaman ang kanyang Scramble at ang katapat naman na tindahan ng SMACC ay ginaya ang estilo ng Icebreaker Scramble sa Mall. Mula sa lalagyan at sa pagpili nang ilalagay na toppings. Bukod sa masarap ay mura rin ito dahil nagkakahalaga lamang ito ng labinlimang piso para sa malaking lalagyan, sampung piso para sa medium size at walong piso para sa maliit kaya naman pinilahan talaga ito ng mga estudyante at mukhang mas lalong papatok ito dahil sa paglapit ng Marso, ang simula ng tag-init dito sa Pilipinas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8475232481220749417?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8475232481220749417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-review-scarmble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8475232481220749417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8475232481220749417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-review-scarmble.html' title='Food Review: Scarmble'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-2856404363248139817</id><published>2011-04-12T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:36:59.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angelina jolie'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOCnk6Tloqc/TaUoCkSdqLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Li5cdIsIPMs/s1600/MV5BNzE2MDIwMjUzNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDY0MzA3MQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOCnk6Tloqc/TaUoCkSdqLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Li5cdIsIPMs/s320/MV5BNzE2MDIwMjUzNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDY0MzA3MQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594922136643676338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Wanted last monday. I love the action scenes especially when they turned Wesley (James McAvoy) into something far from his real life. The “curve the bullet” thing and “Kill one for the sake of many” tagline. Fox (Angelina Jolie) was just so damn hot. I super love his moves but the story was just very tragic. I love the tactics, transfiguration of Wesley into an assassin, the revenge part and the mysteries but i hate the script. The story of the movie is very hard to understand but after watching the whole film, I hate the story line and all that. But I can relate to that person who is good in heart until people started to change him into something bad. Well, he also wanted to be one and he let evil swallow him. Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is cool but not that good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-2856404363248139817?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/2856404363248139817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-review-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2856404363248139817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2856404363248139817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-review-wanted.html' title='Movie Review: Wanted'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOCnk6Tloqc/TaUoCkSdqLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Li5cdIsIPMs/s72-c/MV5BNzE2MDIwMjUzNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDY0MzA3MQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7073738313216549958</id><published>2011-04-12T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:01:42.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal #30; My first love.</title><content type='html'>As I counted my posts, this is my journal entry number 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My first love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I was 16 (it was like yesterday) when I realize that I have been fallen heads over heels in love with this person. It's love and I think I can tell it. At first, I thought that it was only infatuation for i can never consider that i am having a crush on him. I never did like any aspects about him and he didn't even pass my standards. We never have something in common and in fact, we're the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m with him, I'm happy. He makes me smile with his effortless idiocy. He listens to what I say even the fact that he only listens and does not react at all. I never knew him for he rarely speaks at all but I got so attached with him. Maybe because of the times working with him together or maybe the moments we spend together. I think this infatuation just grew and developed and as I tried to get away from him, my heart and circumstances won't let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go away, to get out but I am nothing but armor less girl against faith. I surrendered on love. I loved to stay with him and everybody is teasing us already, is it obvious? Am I or are WE obvious? And I think that that did a great job to make me even fall for him. Yeah. I'm saying this in a sarcastic way. Very good indeed :|&lt;br /&gt;I never knew if he ever liked me. I know that he liked someone else but if that's the case, why do i feel that somehow i became part of his life? or why does he make me feel that way? I'm getting confused all the time. Sometimes, as i watched the flow of the river life, it does make me wonder if he ever liked me. I mean my friend teases him and i feel it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never admits. I never knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already admit it to my friends but it took me a lot of courage to do that. I just need an advice from them because i cannot handle it anymore. The kiligness that i'm experiencing, the happiness that i wanted to share with them and the pain that killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this, months before I graduate. Months before I leave and I know that I only have few months to be with him. should I use this to run away from this feeling to avoid unnecessary heartaches? Or should I try to go with the flow, it’s just once. I tried both. I tried the 1st option but I surrendered. I tried to stay away from him and to ignore him but he is the one looking for me. I just let him and tried to go with the flow after that I started again to tweet more about my kiligness especially with this smiley :"&gt; (blushing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My first love gave me my first heartbreak...too... so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best birthday gift. Really. Again, i'm telling this in a sarcastic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he would come so I hoped and expected that he will be there to celebrate with me but before my Birthday, he texted me. He never texted me, Well he's not that type of guy who likes texting... or am I just the person he wouldn't want to text? i don't know. I was so excited to read the message but after that, i took my wallet and screamed for load. I'm out of balance having 3 pesos in my load. My load never came and I used this 3 pesos of mine trying to convince him to attend but as I realize, I am already crying! He is the first one to greet me but he then told me that he wouldn't make it. Talk shit much? Hindi dapat pinapaasa ang mga babae. I must admit that i cried. That is just the worst text ever that i received in my whole entire 16 years of living. I hated him after that and I can fully say that I can now throw his picture (yep. I have one. He knows it naman.) and that the love is finally gone. I lost an inspiration but he is not the only inspiration I’ve got. I can now stop tweeting about love and blogging them. I can now stop stalking at his Fb. I have my peace. The pain is still there but after a day, it just went away. All the feelings and even the pain. Maybe i had so much about him and pain let me realize how foolish I am. I did see things... clear enough. How stupid am I to cry over a stupid text message from a stupid person? My gawd. I never realized that i have done such thing. It's a wake up call and I must STOP. I got control over myself again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He greeted me again; belated on the wall posts at my Fb and said that he was sorry. Well i have nothing else to do but to forgive him. What can i do? If I go bitter on him, things would just go to worse and who am I to him? I'm just nothing but a FRIEND. After 3 days, i think. What on earth, mars and jupiter did faith do to me now? I just had a dream on him! I must admit that IT WAS THE MOST AMAZING DREAM. I don't wanna share it LOL it's kinda silly but yeah, it was just a dream and too far from reality. I started to love him again but this time, I have bitterness and it is not that whole and it can never be whole again. This time, I learned and in this heartbreak, I have my friends with me. I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated him after that then he became just a usual person to me but I must admit that his name still strikes on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became part of my life. I just thank God for making me experience all the kiligness, the pain and for making me realize who my friends really are. They are my true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7073738313216549958?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7073738313216549958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/journal-30-my-first-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7073738313216549958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7073738313216549958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/journal-30-my-first-love.html' title='Journal #30; My first love.'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7933569499319389232</id><published>2011-04-10T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:33:19.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ang tunay na lalaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Ang tunay na lalaki</title><content type='html'>Original post from: http://crichton-fan.livejournal.com/41739.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUNAY NA LALAKE... &lt;br /&gt;1. Ang tunay na lalake ay di natutulog. &lt;br /&gt;2. Ang tunay na lalake ay di nagte-text-back, maliban na lang kung papasahan ng load. Gayunpaman, laging malabo ang kanyang mga sagot. &lt;br /&gt;3. Ang tunay na lalake ay laging may extra rice. &lt;br /&gt;4. Ang tunay na lalake ay hindi vegetarian. &lt;br /&gt;5. Ang tunay na lalake ay walang abs. &lt;br /&gt;6. Ang tunay na lalake ay hindi sumasayaw. &lt;br /&gt;7. Ang tunay na lalake ay umaamin ng pagkakamali sa kapwa tunay na lalake. &lt;br /&gt;8. Ang tunay na lalake ay laging may tae sa brief. &lt;br /&gt;9. Ang tunay na lalake ay di naghuhugas ng pinagkainan o nagliligpit ng kanyang mga gamit dahil may babaeng gagawa noon para sa kanya. Mas lalong nagiging tunay ang pagkalalake kung di niya kilala o di niya maalala ang pangalan ng babae. &lt;br /&gt;10. Ang tunay na lalake ay di nagsisimba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7933569499319389232?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7933569499319389232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/ang-tunay-na-lalaki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7933569499319389232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7933569499319389232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/ang-tunay-na-lalaki.html' title='Ang tunay na lalaki'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8082082820921690762</id><published>2011-04-10T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T05:11:37.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blade'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Blade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKQw2MgGRAI/TaGc8qLfvjI/AAAAAAAAANY/uikLmWQUi4k/s1600/Blade_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKQw2MgGRAI/TaGc8qLfvjI/AAAAAAAAANY/uikLmWQUi4k/s320/Blade_movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593924778099457586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this movie before. My dad used to watch it when i was young and it was VHS then but since I can hardly understand movies like that, I wasn't able to finish it for kids like me before find it very boring. I find this one interesting for i was attracted to its cool action scenes. After 9 years, (I think) I bought a pirated blue-ray DVD copy of the trilogy and here's my review. This movie didn’t gross to the box office COMPARE to Twilight. I wonder why, this movie is much cooler than Twilight. Twilight made people believe that being a vampire is cool (literally and figuratively) while Blade gives the reality check that vampires are carnivores. They eat human, people! Blade was just fantastic and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYSj0zAucEA/TaGc8qgkdjI/AAAAAAAAANg/dIKwUBpdePA/s1600/images%2B%25285%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYSj0zAucEA/TaGc8qgkdjI/AAAAAAAAANg/dIKwUBpdePA/s320/images%2B%25285%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593924778187847218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blade (1998) is a sci-fiction/action film based on the Marvel Comics Blade. It was directed by Stephen Norrington starring Wesley Snipes.  The movie began in a fantastic way. It already attracts viewers to stay in their sit. The story was very unpredictable. It was nicely written and (spoiler) I couldn't imagine that Blade's mother became a vampire. The casting was also great and every actor suits to their characters. Above all, Hands down to the fighting scenes.  Stephen Norrington directed the film so well and captured it very greatly. The angles, the emotions, the EFFECTS. This movie just made me wanna watch the second after this. Based on my memory, the ending of this movie was the one i happened to watch before with my dad, The climax. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqLUfSdLIk8/TaGc9Bo-O1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/XnnhlwnESuU/s1600/images%2B%25286%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqLUfSdLIk8/TaGc9Bo-O1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/XnnhlwnESuU/s320/images%2B%25286%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593924784397106002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbvAztcB8nk/TaGc8_LGzHI/AAAAAAAAANw/GHHJSS9AH4k/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbvAztcB8nk/TaGc8_LGzHI/AAAAAAAAANw/GHHJSS9AH4k/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593924783734967410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rByqsRC6ZUc/TaGc85rg8II/AAAAAAAAANo/RgjLjqCcwvo/s1600/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rByqsRC6ZUc/TaGc85rg8II/AAAAAAAAANo/RgjLjqCcwvo/s320/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593924782260285570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blade 2- (directed by Guillermo del Toro) like the first movie, it started great with an introduction to Blade just so happen if you were not able to watch the 1st one. The tagline "I have all their strengths, none of their weakness" was just so great. The fighting scenes never fail to amaze me as well as the story line. It's like Twilight: Eclipse, the part when the two sides unite for one reason: Survival. The visual effects, make-up, action scenes, lights and sound effects, from the script to the cast, the production, props and everything. I so love it! It is just perfect. I also love the ending. It made me cry especially the part when Nyssa (Leonor Varela), daughter of Damaskinos, died. She chooses to see the sunlight/die and if I speak in behalf of her, if she could ever love somebody, That somebody could be Blade. Compare to the first movie, my ratings would be the same... over rated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GK7KVihAtfQ/TaGeLVx46GI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hkjhdWUyjA8/s1600/images%2B%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GK7KVihAtfQ/TaGeLVx46GI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hkjhdWUyjA8/s320/images%2B%25284%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593926129833011298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--iUX3wiOnOY/TaGeLd5l8HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fWRqr6IUmOM/s1600/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--iUX3wiOnOY/TaGeLd5l8HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fWRqr6IUmOM/s320/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593926132012806258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blade Trinity- The last part of Blade trilogy. I must admit that i fell asleep at the beginning. The story however it's just okay with the new casts especially casting Ryan Reynolds. LOL. Again, the action scenes never fail to impress me. With the new villain, I love the taglines "Blade, Show me what you are really made of", "Because the world isn't nice" is Blade's answer when the child asked him why couldn't he be just nice, "They exist" when the Doctor asked Blade to tell something about the vampire and the Doctor's reply "Sometimes, the scariest monster can be found in the mirror". I love the script. Unfortunately I wasn't able to finish the movie. The DVD stopped during the climax of the film. Yeah. Pirated movies suck. I remembered watching Lord of the rings: The return of the King in the part where Frodo was near the Mt. Doom, near the end in the part where he was going to throw the ring na.... suddenly, the disc just smudge off. Yeah. It sucks. All i like about this third film is it just shows the reality. Most of the people condemn a certain person not knowing that that person is in fact their savior, just like what we did to Jesus. Among the three, the third one was my least favorite and I was also so disappointed with Wesley Snipes. I googled him and found that he was imprisoned for not paying his taxes. Nevertheless, Blade series is my second favorite trilogy film. Second to Lord of the rings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNL7dn7V_6I/TaGeach_xUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DuKXEMokpVY/s1600/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNL7dn7V_6I/TaGeach_xUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DuKXEMokpVY/s320/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593926389343438146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Blade, Underworld and Van Helsing are vampire movies better than Twilight. Interview with a vampire- Still on my movie list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8082082820921690762?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8082082820921690762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-review-blade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8082082820921690762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8082082820921690762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-review-blade.html' title='Movie Review: Blade'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKQw2MgGRAI/TaGc8qLfvjI/AAAAAAAAANY/uikLmWQUi4k/s72-c/Blade_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-24631139896868985</id><published>2011-04-09T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:24:36.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karl angelica ocampo'/><title type='text'>Saging Lang ang May Puso, Babae Lang ang Umiiyak, Bulkan Lang ang Sumasabog</title><content type='html'>I do adore her style. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saging Lang ang May Puso, Babae Lang ang Umiiyak, Bulkan Lang ang Sumasabog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Karl Angelica R. Ocampo &lt;/span&gt;(Editor in Chief (2010-2011) - The Envoy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wala kang puso dahil hindi ka saging. Saging lang ang may puso, Ted. Saging lang. Walang dapat ikasakit ng damdamin mo o ikababa ng kakaunting tiwala na mayroon ka sa sarili mo. Oo, pagmamahal ang sukatan ng lahat ng bagay. Pero hindi lang ng pagmamahal niya. Marami pang tao ang nagmamahal at magmamahal sa’yo. Hindi makatwirang iwanan ang desisyon sa isang dalaga kung ano ang tunay mong halaga bilang isang tao. Isa pa, bakit ka naman masasaktan? Hindi ka naman saging ‘di ba. Wala kang puso.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi ka pwedeng umiyak dahil hindi ka naman babae. Babae lang ang umiiyak, Ted. Babae lang. Ang isang matipunong lalaking tulad mo ay walang karapatang ibuhos ang pangungulila gamit ang luha. Naisin mo mang suntukin ang pader sa harap mo upang mapaglaho ang bawat salitang dumurog sa pag-asa mong sumaya ulit, sige lang. Hindi kita pipigilan. Huwag mo lamang kakalimutang na sa bawat suntok mo ay dapat manatiling tuyo ang iyong mga mata at walang hikbing lalabas sa iyong bibig sapagkat lalaki ka, na hindi nagpapakita ng kahit anong uri ng kahinaan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi ka pwedeng sumabog dahil hindi ka naman bulkan. Bulkan lang ang sumasabog, Ted. Bulkan lang. Magtimpi ka hanggang sa tuluyang mabura ng panahon ang mga alaalang nagpapalumbay sa’yo. Pigilan mo ang buhos ng emosyon at ikimkim sa iyong sarili ang sakit na dulot ng bawat araw na laging may hatid na lungkot at dalita dahil isa kang lalaki, at hindi isang bulkan. Manatili kang kalmado at ipakitang ang kawalan ng pag-ibig mula sa taong lubos mong minamahal ay mapagtitiisan at ‘di mo ikamamatay, kahit na ang nadarama mo ay ang siyang kabaliktaran. Lalaki ka, Ted. Lalaki.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-24631139896868985?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/24631139896868985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/saging-lang-ang-may-puso-babae-lang-ang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/24631139896868985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/24631139896868985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/saging-lang-ang-may-puso-babae-lang-ang.html' title='Saging Lang ang May Puso, Babae Lang ang Umiiyak, Bulkan Lang ang Sumasabog'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-9058596259591503678</id><published>2011-04-09T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T07:31:07.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may 21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Y2K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maya civilization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='predictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apocalypse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsunami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostra damus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgement day'/><title type='text'>APOCALYPSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Anf5YO87G1Y/TaETVhlIrpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5OhNGHwtsHk/s1600/world-end-in-2012-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Anf5YO87G1Y/TaETVhlIrpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5OhNGHwtsHk/s400/world-end-in-2012-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593773472683175570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Eschatology is a study that defined as "concerned with ‘the four last things: death, judgment, heaven, and hell". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 just entered the calendar and everybody is counting down to 2012. The significance of the 2012 phenomena gave a great impact to the people as media embraced this dramatic prophecy and this beliefs were strengthen by the Box office movie 2012 (Directed by Roland Emmerich last 2009) and the song of the British singer/song-writer Jay Sean “2012” Some of the great people died already and some religion is already telling us to change before it's too late. They say that the world would end soon. What's up with 2012? It’s just another year. Eschatological Beliefs said that December 21, 2012 -precisely at 11:11 AM the Universal time; will be the date marked as the end of human race which a new era would begin. The basis? Well To understand this, let's start from the beginning with the question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where did this entire rumor begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya Civilization is known for developing art, architecture, astronomical systems and precise Mathematics. Thus, they are considered to be the world's supreme timekeepers. They have developed a Mesoamerican Long Count calendar. According to the calendar, The Earth is a creation cycle which identifies a date by counting the number of days from a starting date that is generally calculated to be August 11, 3114 BCE. This cycle is 1,872,000 days long, and every day from that beginning point was measured in terms of Mayan cycles. On the Long Count Calendar, December 20, 2012 would be written as 12.19.19.17.19 and these numbers pertains to the completion of the cycle which the cosmic odometer resets and we return to 13.0.0.0.0, coming back to a sacred Zero point, re-birthing into a New Cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, there are millions of Maya living today. Depending to who you talk to one can find evidence that some living Maya endorse the 2012 date as being of critical importance; while some may not be aware of it, or do not necessarily agree with its projected significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ghWzep2Z04/TaU9gT4wRII/AAAAAAAAAOg/MOSe6aopF9w/s1600/nostradamus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ghWzep2Z04/TaU9gT4wRII/AAAAAAAAAOg/MOSe6aopF9w/s320/nostradamus2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594945737381135490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Predictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostradamus, as he is most formerly known, is actually named Michel de Nostradamus. He is a famous author who published collections of prophecies that have since become famous worldwide. His most famous work was Les Propheties ("The Prophecies") and one of his famous predictions was about the 9/11 bombing. He predicted that in 2012 “After there is great trouble among mankind, a greater one is prepared. The great mover of the universe will renew time, rain, blood, thirst, famine, steel weapons and disease. In the heavens, a fire seen.” He has accurately made over twenty-five correct predictions, which can include the date and sometimes even the time but still, some of his prediction never came true and often misinterpret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What does science have to say regarding this issue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth's magnetic field has begun to flip. Except that the word "flip" is too strong, as the process takes at least 300 years and could take as long as a thousand. I do not have the exact knowledge about this magnetic field but they say that it is just a continuous process. The "flip" has nothing to do with 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sites also talk of an "alignment" between the Sun's solstice position and the centre of the Galaxy. Based on my research, there is no alignment (the closest the Sun can come to the direction of Galactic centre is more than 5 degrees) and the closest point of approach is not in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do they talk about? Ah yes, the fictitious planet Nibiru. They say that the Earth will collide with this planet X. They said that it will be our doomsday event (according to Christian Eschatology: Last Judgment) but this idea was rejected by the experts and Zecharia Sitchin, an interpreter of Babylonian and Sumerian mythology, has denied the connection between this planet and the apocalypse himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no scientific evidence that the Earth would end at 2012. What a relief, right? Can these issues be just a form of publicity to the Mayans? Maybe. Maybe not. I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;So what is the Earth’s respond to this issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mother Earth is so busy convincing the world then and now to take care of her thus she can never pay attention to the 2012 buzz but she can partially agree. Having Hydrocarbons, Lead, Carbon Monoxide and other poisonous gases that ruined her precious Eden and with this picture, no doubt that 2012 can be the possible date of the end of the world. Remember the earthquake in Chili? It killed hundreds of lives. Then there’s Tsunami in Japan, Landslides and floods everywhere. Garbage and trash scattered all over the place. Predictions and prophecies can’t destroy the earth; we are the ones who are destroying it! Cutting trees, dumping trash into oceans etc. If we continue this kind of activity, better yet prepare your air conditioners this summer for you are just about to experience the heat of Global Warming. We are the problems and better yet, we must also take part of the solutions. There’s still time and we can do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basis of the end of the world is still insufficient. It cannot be proven as accurate, but certainly is interesting. Facts remain uncertain but Rather than making specific claims about what life might be like on the other side of a certain date and numbers, it is about having a larger context for these times we are in a comprehension of this era of great cosmic testing. Knowing that we are enduring the closing of a huge cycle can give us great compassion and courage to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than putting all our attention on the old civilization constructs that are dying and gasping for breath, let us direct our attention to that which is seeking to be born through us, calling to us from the inside out. Let us not be surprised or intimidated by the darkness of these times, rather let us look to the light that is dawning within our hearts, knowing that the flowering of our human consciousness is guiding us to incarnate a new era of harmony upon our Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than regretting things we’ve done and wasting our time for stuffs that make no sense at all, we must live our life like it’s always the end of the world. Always have a life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is promise to no one. Only God can tell the future. We must pray. Trust him. He knows best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-9058596259591503678?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/9058596259591503678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/apocalypse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/9058596259591503678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/9058596259591503678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/04/apocalypse.html' title='APOCALYPSE'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Anf5YO87G1Y/TaETVhlIrpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5OhNGHwtsHk/s72-c/world-end-in-2012-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4207420006266296161</id><published>2011-03-31T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T09:04:27.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Yung pakiramdam na</title><content type='html'>Masakit lang yung pakiramdam na umalis ka ng walang paalam.&lt;br /&gt;Yung pakiramdam na kung sino pa yung taong inaasahan mo ay  t-trayduren ka&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong tinitingala mo ay babaliwalain ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong inaasahan mong makikinig ay di ka pinapansin&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong akala mo'y nandyan sa tabi mo un pala madalas sa tabi ng iba&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung iniibig mo na may mahal pa lang iba.&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung inaasahan mong susuporta, iba yung pinapalakpakan&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung itinuturing mong kaibigan, iba ang tingin sayo&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong nagt-tiyaga, sila pa ang walang napapala.&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong handang ibigay sayo ang lahat, yun pa yung taong hindi mo kayang mahalin.&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong nagsalita, siya pa ang napagbibintangan at nadadawit.&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong totoo, siya pa ang napagbibintangang sinungaling.&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong nag unli ka para sa kanya ay hindi naman magrereply pero sa iba sige lang ang text&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong pinapahalagahan mo ng lubusan ay hindi makita ang tunay mo na halaga&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong mabuti, sila pa yung nagiging biktima.&lt;br /&gt;Kung sino pa yung taong walang kapansanan, sila pa yung may sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit lang yung katotohanan na kahit anong gawin natin ay hindi nila tayo matatanggap, mauunawaan at mapipilit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sakit at hapdi na nadarama mo, ang isa pang masakit na sampal ay sa kabila nito, ang dapat mong gawin ay maupo, gawin ang pinapagawa at manahimik. Minsan, walang maidudulot ang reklamo kahit minsan ang mga tao ay nakakalimot ng humingi ng utang na loob dahil sa huli, kapag nagsalita ka, minsan dahil sa sobrang kitid ng mga utak ng taong nasa paligid mo; Ikaw pa ang masama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami ng kabutihang ginawa mo para sa kanila, sa isang pagkakamali mo lang, habang buhay ka ng masama. Mahirap ipamuka sa tao ang kabutihang ginawa mo para sa kanila sapagkat isang masamang kaugalian yoon pero kung minsa'y sasabog ka na siguro kahit papaano ay papayuhan kitang ilabas ito dahil alam ko namang wala silang maisusumbat sa'yo at dahil alam ko namang nasa tama ang paninidigan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sa lahat-lahat ng ginawa mo sa kanila, Thank you lang ang hinihingi mo,&lt;br /&gt;Na sa lahat-lahat ng kasalanang ginawa nila sayo. Sorry lang ang hinihinay mo.&lt;br /&gt;Na sa dinami-dami ng utos na pinagawa sa'yo. Simpleng palakpak lang ang inaasam mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang andiyan si God na nagsasabing "Anak, Ang galing mo. Pinahanga mo ako. Natutuwa ako sayo. Pagbutihin mo pa. Alam kong marami ka pang maabot, magagawa at matutulungan sa buhay. Kaya mo yan!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4207420006266296161?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4207420006266296161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/03/yung-pakiramdam-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4207420006266296161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4207420006266296161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/03/yung-pakiramdam-na.html' title='Yung pakiramdam na'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5283740848310594786</id><published>2011-02-20T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T06:42:02.165-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>K. Go on. Call me stalker</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit obsessed of him right now. I just don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;The fact that i'll go online just to see him available.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that i'll go into his profile a million times just to see his updates just like watching a telenovela series.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that i'm happy when i'm with him even if i know that his happier with someone else. Who cares? I take risks even if it hurts and a boost of MAGANDA AKO makes me feel better and makes my nerves calm preventing to punch that girl.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that that must be me beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the power of Physics, i do now believe, that opposite attracts and same charges repel. Well I've proven these theory already. He's my total opposite and i just don't know how i manage to think about him over and over again despite his ugly face. I hate nerds. I hate losers. He's a loner. He doesn't speak at all and the fact that i'm super talkative... can't survive to the sound of cricket alone. I hate him for he is a big idiot. His corny jokes turns me off and nobody even laughs at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but despite his weakness and negativities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is: I like him. LOL. :"&gt; yeah and i mean it. This is the first time that i told everybody (my friends) about this. Maybe the word suitable would be UNLEASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it hurts. Even though i know that it wouldn't last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't focus! What have you done to me? See these pimples and eye bags? it's your fault! huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i inlove? i don't know. he's younger and i don't like it. but after reading this post, i realize that i'm already thinking of him. Here's the copy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17 Signs You’re In Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You look at their Facebook profiles constantly.&lt;br /&gt;16. When you’re on the phone with them at night and they hang up, you still miss them.&lt;br /&gt;15. You read their text over and all over again.&lt;br /&gt;14. You walk really slow when you’re with them.&lt;br /&gt;13. You feel shy whenever they’re around.&lt;br /&gt;12. When you think about them, your heart beats faster and slower at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;10. You smile when they call your name; you hear their voice.&lt;br /&gt;9. When you look at them, you can’t see another ones.&lt;br /&gt;8. You start listening to slow music when you think about them.&lt;br /&gt;7. They are all you think about.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your tummy is full of butterflies when you see their name on your phone screen.&lt;br /&gt;5. You realize you’re always smiling whenever you look at them.&lt;br /&gt;4. You would do everything for them.&lt;br /&gt;3. While reading this, there has been one person you’re thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;2. You were busy reading this, you didn’t realize number 11 was missing.&lt;br /&gt;1. You just checked up and you’ve now found yourself laughing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you and i just said: YUCK. but yeah. I realized that it is also that sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'd like to Thank you for making me Kilig even if for you i'm just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the loser now? huhu. Yeah fine. That's me allright. At least i met you. I don't know if that's the best thing or the worst part of my life but thank you for being a part of it. Now i know the feeling. :) I can relate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5283740848310594786?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5283740848310594786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/02/k-go-on-call-me-stalker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5283740848310594786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5283740848310594786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/02/k-go-on-call-me-stalker.html' title='K. Go on. Call me stalker'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5813683901403330807</id><published>2011-01-19T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T03:07:33.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infatuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is love?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTbD82U5RCI/AAAAAAAAANE/ltUDwQbCp7U/s1600/puppy_love_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTbD82U5RCI/AAAAAAAAANE/ltUDwQbCp7U/s320/puppy_love_preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563849839805547554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been very busy but still can't imagine how I find time to blog this. We had our homeroom today and our adviser asked us to answer this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’ve said on my previous blog, I have never been in a serious relationship before but I'm no stone to not know what Love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. It's a noun yet a verb.&lt;br /&gt;It's a gift and it is to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you see but what you feel—Happiness; Contented and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;It is a great emotion that is hard to control or somtimes have no control at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a period that makes the sentence complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is never a choice. &lt;br /&gt;Love is taking a risk, not knowing the outcome. Hope and pray for the best but prepared for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is experiencing what it feels like. Love is understanding--Believing without seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you like everything about a person, can accept their imperfections and see them as life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you have the willingness to surrender everything just to make them happy even if it hurts the most. To sacrifice even the most precious thing in your life for you know yourself that they are more or rather the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you know its worth; that they are worth fighting, worth dying, worth the pain, worth loving and above of, worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the greatest thing/feeling of all. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever greater than to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5813683901403330807?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5813683901403330807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5813683901403330807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5813683901403330807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTbD82U5RCI/AAAAAAAAANE/ltUDwQbCp7U/s72-c/puppy_love_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5226611155228083337</id><published>2011-01-18T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T05:54:32.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gilby batan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Why do students go into early relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWbK57PbtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/h6a7R63wBtM/s1600/1_366805451l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWbK57PbtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/h6a7R63wBtM/s320/1_366805451l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563523526336409298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just made a blog before the end of January 2011&lt;br /&gt;The idea came from Gilby Batan, sa Thesis nila. I really don't know the outcome, answer and results of their thesis since it is still on going survey but my answer was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GLBYCLRK: BUZZ&lt;br /&gt;GLBYCLRK: BUZZ&lt;br /&gt;GLBYCLRK: nadz!&lt;br /&gt;Nadine: UI&lt;br /&gt;Nadine: BUZZ&lt;br /&gt;Nadine: BATS&lt;br /&gt;Nadine: wat?&lt;br /&gt;Nadine: HURRRRH&lt;br /&gt;GLBYCLRK: bkit pumapasok nsa relasyon ung mga students?&lt;br /&gt;Nadine: BAGAL&lt;br /&gt;GLBYCLRK: :))&lt;br /&gt;Nadine: d q gets&lt;br /&gt;Nadine explain further&lt;br /&gt;Nadine bernardino: =))&lt;br /&gt;GLBYCLRK: i mean,anung MGA possible reasons kung bkit nkkpagrelasyon mga students.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been in a serious relationship before but I was surprise with my answers. Well maybe I base them on my observation. &lt;br /&gt;My answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First. Emotional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Particularly issues about family. Kagaya ng issue sa PBB star na si Trisha. Diba mukhang malandi siya? (Malandi talaga siya :) ) Ang sinasabi don ay hinahanap-hanap niya yung kalinga ng kanyang ama so nakikita niya ito sa other boys and she wants to stick with them until they go into relationship. The bad thing? Masyadong madaming boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second, Pressure from friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You get so jealous over your friends. Lagi kang OP. Can’t relate to any of them and you feel like ashamed. Are you ugly? Sila meron ikaw wala. Ano yung mga dates nay un? 13-19. “Bhie” tas “Mhine” so kahit sino pinatulan na. Pangit man, wala ka namang kaagaw. DB? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third, Pity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ilang taon ng nanliligaw yung tao. Pinaasa mo lang. Asa na sinadya at asa na hindi sinasadya. Pero dahil aalis “daw” siya kaya sige, kayo na. Tapos sa huli, nalaglag ka lang sa patibong niya. Wawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth, Attraction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Love has many definitions and isa don ay “IKAW” haha. Love at first sight at love na “nadevelop”. When you're attracted to someone it just means that your subconscious is attracted to their subconscious, subconsciously. So what we think of as fate is just two neuroses knowing they're a perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientifically speaking Elevated levels of dopamine in your brain make for more focused attention and motivation in directing and attaining your amour goals. You are consumed with “intrusive thinking,” fantasizing and daydreaming constantly about your beloved. One survey found that the love-obsessed reported thinking of their beloved for more than 85 percent of their waking hours. Not surprisingly, couples can describe how they fell in love with each other years later.&lt;br /&gt;The infatuation phase of a relationship typically lasts about six months. You may think you are in love and he is perfect for you. It often takes more time to tell if you are truly compatible and whether you can really love the whole person, good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be the looks that made you attract to that person and the attitude that made you attach to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth, Attitude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Malandi ka lang talaga. Gusto mong ipaglandakan na may itsura ka sa buong mundo. The bad facts: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag taken na, kinukuha pa.&lt;br /&gt;Talo ng malandi ang maganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing bad about having romantic relationships as long that he’s single and she’s single, he loves her and she loves him as long as wala namang tinatapakan na tao. Why not? Wag lang mag madali. Napabalita na sa isang school sa Amerika ay namomroblema sa 90% nilang students na buntis. You can go and experience early depression. You have lotsa time. Choose your love and love your CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan lang gusto kong itanong kay God why he let us be with people na alam naman nating hindi natin makakatuluyan sa huli? Kung bakit niya hinahayaan mag cross paths?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5226611155228083337?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5226611155228083337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-students-go-into-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5226611155228083337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5226611155228083337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-students-go-into-early.html' title='Why do students go into early relationship'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWbK57PbtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/h6a7R63wBtM/s72-c/1_366805451l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8631235348079312002</id><published>2010-12-30T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:13:32.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aking mga naranasan ngayong 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aking mga naranasan ngayong 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last days of my junior life (January- May)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gumawa ng solicitation letter sa mga Governor at Mayor ng Caloocan para sa Caloocan Editor's Guild (CEG)&lt;br /&gt;-Napasali sa Speech Choir na ginanap sa Lyceum&lt;br /&gt;-Mapabilang sa student council&lt;br /&gt;-Naging Usherette sa graduation&lt;br /&gt;-Nakaattend ng Senior's Night&lt;br /&gt;-Umatend ng Summer meetings at bulletin board making ng MYC&lt;br /&gt;-Turned 16 and enjoyed the party w/ Claudette Bote and our Chocolate Fountain!&lt;br /&gt;-Nakilala ng bagong loser na si Mara Rivera.&lt;br /&gt;-Umatend ng Summer Class para sa Entrance Exams kasama sila CJ Aguilar, Roxanne Castro at pinsang si Cathy, Claudette Bote at Jan Zablan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;June 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Naging MC freshmen orientation&lt;br /&gt;-Naging bantay sa gate para sa mga late&lt;br /&gt;-Naranasan kong maging prayer leader tuwing tuesday ng umaga&lt;br /&gt;-Dahil sa kamalasan ay natanggal ako at naranasan kong mailagay sa pang 3 O'Clock HAHA&lt;br /&gt;-Nakasama sa Leadership Training kung saan nakapag ZIP LINE&lt;br /&gt;-Official member ng MIC&lt;br /&gt;-Usherette sa Career Orientation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Simula ng tampuhan namin kay Roxanne Castro&lt;br /&gt;Kumain ng Tortang talon kayla Rachelle Tanghal&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Simulang magtake ng mga CET&lt;br /&gt;-Ninang sa binyag&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;September 2010&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-I'm not so sure kung September yun basta i Experienced the most most most nakakahiyang experience ever. Ung BUS chuva. Tas andon pa yung 8 Dilligence! tas Si Mr. Ortiz! Grabe. Soo Nakakahiya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;October 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sumali ulit sa Prescon bilang Filipino Sports writer&lt;br /&gt;-MagkaDengue&lt;br /&gt;-Start ng CWTP&lt;br /&gt;-Nakapagtake ng Special Periodical Exam dahil sa sakit.&lt;br /&gt;-Halloween Party&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Novermer 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nalipat ako sa 3rd floor. (Yung magpapalabas ng estudyante tuwing umaga)&lt;br /&gt;-Gumamit ng Black Light sa play&lt;br /&gt;-Nagpunta magisa sa Bulacan&lt;br /&gt;-Nakasali sa SIGLARO under sa sports na Chess. Oo. Sports din yun.&lt;br /&gt;-Nagbati kami ni Arden Romanillos.&lt;br /&gt;-Nagkaroon ng isang halos buong page sa Envoy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;December 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hotel Hunting&lt;br /&gt;-Gumawa ng Tarp sa tulong ni Matthew Villaflores. Anlaking tulong nun.&lt;br /&gt;-Counterpart ni Ms. sexy Mangabat. TLE Teacher =)))&lt;br /&gt;-Paskuhan sa SMACC&lt;br /&gt;-Experienced the BEST day in my 2010 and my WORST at the same time in one day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Meet new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All stated above ay nangyari sa akin for the First time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why First times are special? Because it's the only thing that never repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the words na nasabi ko. Sinasadya ko yun but i do not intend to hurt someone so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the words na nasabi ko. Eto naman yung mga words na hindi ko sinasadyang masabi at the same time makasakit ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the things, the tought, the experience, the words, the love, the care, the chismis, the support, the pakopya-assignments, the messages, the comments, the friends, the family, the relatives, the fansclub: Nadinians, Nadzters, BernardinoHolocics, The money, The day and the 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Alpha and Omega. Be the Glory.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS 2011!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8631235348079312002?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8631235348079312002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/12/aking-mga-naranasan-ngayong-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8631235348079312002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8631235348079312002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/12/aking-mga-naranasan-ngayong-2010.html' title='Aking mga naranasan ngayong 2010'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5003702868735799129</id><published>2010-12-30T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T04:37:03.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOtions.</title><content type='html'>Minsan napansin ko, andami kong problema at hindi lahat ay dahil sa kagagawan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inipit ako ng kapalaran at nagre-ak lang ako. Medyo nasobrahan kaya naman may mga salitang nabitawan, may mga nasaktan at sa huli, ikaw din ang nadawit sa kaguluhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagtanggol mo lang sarili mo. Inilabas mo lang ang hindi dapat ikinikimkim sa loob. Pero sa huli, anong nangyari? Napagbintangan na, napahiya pa. Resluta? Ipagtatanggol mo na naman ang sarili mo sa pangalawang beses. Sabi pa "Huwag mo munang ipagsabi ang problema. Kasi pagtatakpan ka nila" Totoo. Marami akong kaibigan at alam kong andyan sila para sumuporta sa akin ngunit iniisip ko ang kanilang kalagayan at alam ko namang ayaw rin nilang madawit at laban ko to. Alam kong inosente ako at magagawa kong ipagtanggol ang sarili ko. Kaya ko to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako makapagisip ng maayos. Guilty? Ay hindi po. Nagaalala lang po ako kung papaano ko maisasalba ang aking pangalan. Wala akong pwedeng sabihan. Saan ako tatakbo? Sino aking sasandalan? Napadaan ako sa Chapel, nagisip... Kulang na yata ako sa dasal pero alam kong andiyan siya at malaking paniniwala kong andyan siya. Oo alam ko na ang prisensya ni Lord ay andiyan ngunit kailangan ko ng kahit papaanong tao o kaibigang mapagsasabihan. Hindi ko kayang magisa to. Natatakot akong lumaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumawa ako. Tinawanan ko na lang. Kapagod na eh. Tawa ako ng tawa ng tawa. Hindi nga. Tumawa talaga ako. Mamamatay na kasi kalooban ko eh. Naawa na lamang ako sa taong nagipit sa akin rito. Maling-mali sila. Yung ginawa ko? Mali rin yun eh kaso hindi ako sasabog kung walang nagsimula ng apoy. Tawa pa rin. &lt;br /&gt;Hala sige tawa. Bakit? Tumawa ka ng tumawa sapagkat ito ang pinaka mura o libreng gamot na mayroon ang isang tao. Sayung-sayo ito, yung tawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nangyari sa huli? Napahiya sila. Nasaakin ang katotohanan. Andyan si Bro. Ako ang masaya.&lt;br /&gt;Pero panalo pa rin sila. Ako yung maysugat eh. Panira sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this one again, just to express my emotions. I am still bitter. I'm no saint but I don't have the reason of doing things likeso.&lt;br /&gt;I hold no grudge upon anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry at you. The five people. Name them? I can't. I do not fight a jerk by becoming a JERK itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck guys! WHAT THE HECK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5003702868735799129?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5003702868735799129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/12/emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5003702868735799129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5003702868735799129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/12/emotions.html' title='EMOtions.'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-1562946839700328450</id><published>2010-12-21T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:00:19.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wikain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gintong aral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pangaral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kasabihan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan tamad quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saloobin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aral ni lola basyang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>Juan tamad quotes</title><content type='html'>Ilang buwan na rin akong hindi nag bblog at siguro ito na ang huling blog ko ngayong taon (2010).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago magtapos ang taon na ito, ilalahad ko sa inyo ang mga natutunan ko bilang si Maria Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANG MGA ARAL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang mata ay may kapangyarihang manlinglang. Hindi lahat ng tao ay mababasa mo sa reaksyon, emosyon o pananalita. Mas nakikita mo sila kapag ika'y nakapikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay ay hindi patas. Magkakagusto na nga lang sayo pangit pa. Kung baga pipili ka sa pagitan ng gwapong mananakit ng puso mo o pangit na sisira sa araw mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napatunayan ko ring totoo na kapag mas papalapit ka sa bahay nyo ay mas nahihirapan kang pigilin ang iyong ihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaki ang paniniwala ko sa tadhana at sa tamang oras na ang mga bagay ay balang araw pupunta sa dapat nilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalagyan. Balang araw ay luluhod ang mga tala kaso hindi ako naniniwalang kasama sa mga bituin na ito si Patrick Star kasi mahihirapan siyang yumuko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas pinagtatawanan ng mga jeepney drayber ang mga matatandang mabagal at hirap umakyat sa jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube ang bestfriend ko kapag may lesson akong hindi naintindihan (tutorials)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narealize ko na kapag ako ay naging isang artista ang mga kasong o mga kabaliwan na pwde kong pasukan ay ang mga sumusunod: Libelo, Scandal pictures/videos, Third party at Malisyosong picture sa FHM. Napredict ko rin na ako yung susunod na makakasama ni Boy Abunda sa The Buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng bagay na gusto mo ay nakukuha mo at hindi lahat ng bagay na nakukuha mo ay gusto mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng para sa iyo ay nasayo at hindi lahat ng nasayo ay para sayo. Matuto tayong lumugar at ibalik ang mga bagay na hindi atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng Love quotes ko ay para kay ARDEN. Nililinaw ko rin sa pagkakataong ito na hindi kami magiging kami, magkakapamilya, magkakaanak o magkakasama sa pagtanda. Sa mga BERNARDEN fans: Ikinalulungkot kung sabhin na wala sa isa man sa kahilingan nyo ang matutupad. Sorry. Hindi kami compatible sabi ni Madam Rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mundo ay bilog. Minsan ika'y nasa ibabaw at minsa'y nasa baba ngunit naniniwala pa rin ako na mas bilog ung ulo ni Vaughn Mariano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng mukha na nakikita nyo sa Facebook ay totoo sa tunay na buhay. Makangyarihan ang Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng may Nikon camera ay photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng tao ay sumasang ayon na lalaki nga daw talaga si Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng tao ay sumasang ayon na may ---- daw talaga si Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng aksyon na ibabato mo ay may ktumbas na Reaksyon. Eqaul and oppsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng bagay ay nangyayari dahil hinahayaan ng tao itong mangyari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural sa tao ang kabutihang lob at hindi kailanman ang kasamaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ako'y humihingi ng regalo ay sasabihin mo sa aking it's better to give than to recve. Huwag ka na ding tumanggap ng regalo mula sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naniniwala ako na lahat ng bagay ay ginawa ng Diyos at lahat ng ito'y magaganda. July, July sinong may likha sayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap maghanap sa bagay na nawawala lalo na kapag ang bagay na ito ay Katotohanan. Magaling magtago ngunit sa huling banda, siya mismo ang magpapakita sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traydor ang Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas madaming manunuod sa palabas mo kung puro pera ang ibinibigay ng Show mo. Ang masama? Duon na tayo ngayon nakasalalay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng kahilingan mo ay natutupad at hindi lahat ng natutupad ay kahilingan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang kwenta ang unli mo kapag hindi nagtext sayo ang taong inaasahan mong magtext.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging nasa huli ang matatangkad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibihirang magsalamin ang maliliit. Lagi silang malapit sa board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga jejemon ang natira sa Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pogi/maganda ang tao kapag nakashades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag ingat sa mga taong isip talangka, hihilain ka nila pababa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang nakikita, ikaw ang nasisisi kahit di mo naman kasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas kapag Tinubuan ako ng pimples kapag puyat at malas kay noynoy kapag hindi na sya tinubuan ng buhok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang hayop ang may buntot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag galit ka, iwasan mong magsalita ksi baka makasakit ka pero tandaan mo na may masasaktan din kapag hindi mo nilabas ang nararamdaman mo: sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang galit ay parang virus, habang patagal ng patagal sa luob mo, unti-unti nitong sinisira ang sistema mo at sa huli, buong kalooban mo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saging ay hindi laruan para paglaruan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ikaw ay nadulas o nadapa, Matuto kang kumapit sa taong tumulak o nagpatid sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng Babae ay maganda at hindi lahat ng maganda ay babae.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng lalaki ay pogi at hindi lahat ng pogi ay lalaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang pangwakas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang katabaan ay napapalitan ngunit ang kapangitan... ay sorry, napunta sau ang kamalasan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salamat po.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-1562946839700328450?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/1562946839700328450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/12/juan-tamad-quotes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1562946839700328450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1562946839700328450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/12/juan-tamad-quotes.html' title='Juan tamad quotes'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-6127250890692445177</id><published>2010-09-19T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T03:08:56.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Letter from the wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Another story from me! yey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father always said that I am the prince of this wild and I must show them that I am really the prince by being brave and fearless. We are the wild mighty ones whom even the man feared. I can’t help eating creatures for this is our nature, this is how we survive. We also like to inform you humans that we don’t just attack; we attack for we don’t want to be interfered that’s why in stories; they usually put us on the bad side so we’re sorry for that. May I just share you a secret, the truth is I am afraid as you are afraid to us. We have fangs, we have great speed and senses but you have greater wisdom than us. You have weapons that are faster than our speed and that could even pass through our bones. We also fear you humans but my father said that what makes us mighty is on how we look and think of ourselves. My father becomes stronger when you killed my mother. He needs to protect me that’s why and my father said that I need to watch out for myself and I must learn to depend on myself if cases my father went gone. One day, while my father and I was hunting, I saw someone in the dark cage hoping that it might be a prey so I went to look for it without my dad. Then I saw a man hiding inside. He has weapons and he looked as if shocked and as I approach, he grabs a black heavy long pointy object at me. That could be the powerful object that they talk about. We both didn’t move. I wanted to know who is stronger between us both… without his weapon but he is so unfair so I just moved out and he stayed still as a stone. I went to my father and told about it and my father was very proud for me, being brave but at the same time angry for I went there without his permission. I could die he said and he could be the saddest thing on earth. Humans have their own language but why is your language different from us? And how could you understand each other without simply talking? You are just great. Humans are very strong, powerful, and fearless and wise. Sometimes, they are hard to understand, sometimes they are the same but still, and they have uniqueness within themselves. Not all of them actually but only some. I thought that they are the perfect creature that is ever made. They very bold, black, hard and muscular but as I lay upon the man’s eyes, I then saw that they are not perfect at all. The creator made them with holes. Yes, I saw it with my two eyes. There are holes in his eyes and something is flowing on it. I think that not even water nor food can replace those liquid flowing from his eyes or can stop the flowing of it. He lacks something and he is never complete without it. I wonder what it is that makes a man complete and perfect. That can fill up his soul and replace the things that he lost. I wonder what makes a man brave without his weapon and I wonder what you call to that weapon that makes a man stronger? Do you know what it is? Don’t worry, I’m not going to use this against you, I just wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-6127250890692445177?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/6127250890692445177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-from-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/6127250890692445177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/6127250890692445177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-from-wild.html' title='Letter from the wild'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-3037893280171200770</id><published>2010-09-07T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:56:17.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing moment'/><title type='text'>MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT</title><content type='html'>Like the victims of the hostage taking recently happened here in Manila, my worst day also happened inside the bus. I really don’t want to ride on buses for I have a trauma there. The first was when my mom and I ride a bus and andyan na yung stop namen, we stood up eh kaso super lakas ng preno so parang natumba kami dun pero parang naka liad lang but my mom shouted eh nasa dulo kami so aun pababa namen, all the people stare at me and it was like “Bute di nila ako kilala” pero nakakahaiya pa rin talaga yon. The second was this morning. I was supposed to attend a mass and our call time was 6:15 in the morning. I woke up early than what I’m used to do but it was useless kasi yung mga jeep, wala pa halos MCU at lalo namang LRT puro Blumintritt lang meron ng jeep oo pero nakapila so meaning, antayan at punuan un PLUS may security pa so pag hindi ka nakapila, hindi ka pwdeng magsakay ng pasahero kasi huhuliin ka. Tapos wala naman akong pera para mag taxi so I have no choice but to ride on the jeep na nakapila. So aun, antayan to the max hanggang nag 6:30 na. Imagine how many minutes I waited there.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached our school, I was with Alyssa Astrero and I asked her what time is it already and she answered “6:40” Naku! Papatayen nila ako! So nung andun na kami sa skul, nagpasama ako dun sa bus tapos sabi ko antayen mo ako baka ibang bus yan and our driver was standing there tas galit pang sinabi “Kanina ka pa inaantay” how on earth did he knew me? but this is it. Tama nga yung bus at ako na lang ang inaantay. Pinabigay ko ke Alyssa yung bag ko, pinaakyat ko sa taas tas sabay akyat ako sa bus tapos andun ung isang coor and 2 madre. Sabe ng isang madre “Antagal mo” I apologized and sabi ng coor “Kanina pa kami nandito” and papunta na ako sa loob ng mapansin ko na parang puno yung bus eh onti lang kaming members tas bat ung iba nde ko ka-club so I asked the coor abt it and he said “San ka ba? Mic? Ay kanina pa nakaalis. Quarter na kaya. Kanina pa sila umalis, ibang mass to” SHET THIS IS SO EmbarrassinG! GRABE! NAKAKAHIYA! AS IN! NAPUNTA AKO SA IBANG BUS so I said “Ay anu ba yan kasi po ung jeep nag antay pa. wala na sila? As in kanina pa?” and he answered “Oo, kanina pa” ay sige po ser. Alis na ako” so I went down tapos nagsisigaw ako don sa driver “KUYA! KALA KO BA AKO INAANTAY NYO! ANO BA YAN! NAKAALIS NA PALA!” “ah di ka ba kasama? Ahhh” and as if nothing big had happened. Pero grabe NAKAKAHIYA TALAGA YON! NAIWANAN NA NGA AKO MALI PA YUNG NAPUNTAHAN KO! TAS LAHAT CLA NAGULAT DON! IBANG SECTION YON TAS KILALA PA NILA AKO!!!!!!!!!!!! HUHUHUHU!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The bad part? Lahat ng hindi na kasama, wala na daw next time. Too bad. Too sad. Life is unfair. Nagdala pa nga ako ng carbonara for them eh. My mom was so busy kasi nun pero buti na lang na she’s in the mood to cook that tapos un pala walang AGAPE nun so nasayang lang ung carbonara. Hindi ako nasabihang hindi na pala magdadala ng pagkaen for the group so instead na masayang un, pinakain ko na lang yung ka classmate ko na kagroup ko.&lt;br /&gt;It made me sad na kung voluntary daw akong sumali dun, dapat alam ko yung time. Sorry. The next time, I will never volunteer again and if they knew na ganun ung mangyayari maybe wala na ding mag v-volunteer. It’s a boring club I tell you but despite the words that I heard, I never regret of joining my club. I’m a busy student and I am having a hard time na to communicate with God so at least kahit papano, I find time w/ God sa pagsali ko sa club na yon. This is not a problem but a challenge and just a test of faith and loyalty. I will not give up on God.&lt;br /&gt;The good thing? Ngayong araw din nato ay nagkaroon ako ng plus 5 sa computer. HORAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-3037893280171200770?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/3037893280171200770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-embarrassing-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3037893280171200770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3037893280171200770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-embarrassing-moment.html' title='MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-2437768684760154045</id><published>2010-09-02T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T05:00:08.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 powerful words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democracy'/><title type='text'>10 POWERFUL WORDS</title><content type='html'>Aside from words like Embarrass, karma, dream, health, gold, prestige, excellence, SM, politics, stars etc. These are the top 10 powerful words that a human could never resist, a mortal feared and a human must have. Compilation of top of the ten powerful words which easily influence our souls and that greatly affects our life and point of view in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) &lt;strong&gt;DEMOCRACY&lt;/strong&gt;- A power given to the people by the people for the people but what have we done with it? We over abuse it and we let the selfish people have it. We are free to express ourselves and free to do evil. We are the ones who gave permissions to the bad people. We are the ones who gave power to the evil minds. We, then, became the selfish people. We have freedom and when I said WE, it includes people from precincts. We just think for ourselves, for our own happiness and satisfaction so the prisoners? They are now free! As a teenager, let us be the voice and help our government. Let us move forward in one direction. The true spirit of democracy starts within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) &lt;strong&gt;RESPECT&lt;/strong&gt;- and dignity. When everything is gone, these are the only things that are left within us. One of the treasures that can never be sold and once you gave up these things; it would be hard for you to gain you reputation again. Please take care of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;strong&gt;FEAR&lt;/strong&gt;- phobia never existed if we aren’t just afraid to try. We have fear in heights, fear in cockroaches and other stuffs but the truth is, we are just afraid to fall, afraid to be bitten, afraid of rejection, afraid of what’s in the dark and scared of not being loved back. Let’s do what we can and try what we can’t. Fear may swallow our dreams but can never swallow our courage. Never give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;strong&gt;HONOR-&lt;/strong&gt; the highest especially for the Chinese. They would surrender anything but not this. They would do everything for this, for honor is a thing that is irreplaceable. Once you do something good for the society, every one would know and you gain a good reputation and people would respect you and when you died, they would honor you for your achievements. Everyone wants to be complimented and a compliment can go beyond your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;strong&gt;REVENGE&lt;/strong&gt;- oh yes. All of us has our own bad side. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth but things isn’t supposed to be like that. If they throw you a stone, throw them bread but I understand that when your patience went to its limit, I can’t question you for being rude, bitter or getting angry. You need to express it. Fight the monster as long as you don’t become the monster itself. The best revenge to an Ex-husb/bf is to be extremely Beautiful. If you can’t do any of these thing means that you (1.) just wait for karma (2.) coward (3.) saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;strong&gt; MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;- the guns and goons. Money eats our dreams. Instead of dreaming of a less corrupt government, high standards of education and more jobs, we dream of having more money to the point that we just depend on it. We rely too much to Game shows instead of working hard for it. We grown tired of waiting too much for better lives. We gave up. Money becomes our manager. It manipulates our young mind. Money is a very dangerous best friend; it can help you but can also stab you at the back. It can be the reason of a person’s downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;strong&gt;POWER-&lt;/strong&gt; the swords of selfish people. It’s like a poisonous gas that disguised as a clean and light air but when inhaled, it takes you to your coffin and takes away your last breathe. Power itself is a powerful thing. It can be used to scare other people and is used as a shield by the evil people. I just wished that we gave this word to the right person and the right person use it in the right way. We should be wise in handling this thing. This could be a dangerous weapon to the people and to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;strong&gt;DEATH&lt;/strong&gt;- feared by everyone. Once you were born, you are destined to meet it. No one ever escapes from it. Life is a precious thing no matter how many problems you faced. Killing one self is not a key for a better life or an escape from reality. Be happy. Be contented. Count the things that you have not the things that you don’t. Don’t get yourself killed. Choose your love and love your choice. Love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;strong&gt;SECRET&lt;/strong&gt;- oh yes, second in our list, very powerful indeed ei?. The ever powerful thing that has been made. It can be the smallest and the lightest noun you’ll ever know but it can hit you big time. Secret can be good and can also be bad. It’s a supernatural thing that is ever made. So powerful that it binds people together, connecting species to species and like a virus, it can spread within a second or two. It can bring you good news, make people laugh, make people know about your weakness and use it against you and worst, it can destroy a person. Like a virus, it can be the cure but also the cause of dead to everyone. To the friendship, the family and to one’s self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;- word that you can never buy can never fake and cannot live without it. It is life and it is a gift. It can cause pain, death, misery but also happiness, joy, satisfaction and above all, peace. The greatest blessing we received from God. Everybody deserves to be love. Yeah, even the meanest thing here on earth. Love if also Faith. it is believing. Having trust. Faith is the angel that saves us from misery and depression. Faith is where our courage starts. Faith is something holy and must be kept. It must be protected and we must be proud of it. Faith is not something that is given but something that we must achieved. Something that will keep us from being what we are. It keeps us closer to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-2437768684760154045?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/2437768684760154045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-powerful-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2437768684760154045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2437768684760154045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-powerful-words.html' title='10 POWERFUL WORDS'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4183728873032187007</id><published>2010-09-02T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T04:07:14.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noli me tangere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crisostomo ibarra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simoun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><title type='text'>For he was a jolly good fellow</title><content type='html'>There was a man and everybody loved him. He was no saint but he was kind and generous and people loved to be friends with him. He’s good at almost everything and the only thing that he is not good at is working as a data recorder. He plays many roles; as a data recorder, as an employee and as a good person to the community. As a data recorder, he always tries his best to keep track to his records but others are usually ahead to him. He always tries his best but others are just better than him so in the day of salary, he got the lowest salary. He’s been working so hard for that thing just to please people but it didn’t pay of also, literally. Should he give up? No. for giving up was never in his dictionary. Timing is every thing and he believes that one day, everyone would look upon him and say “Why did they waste such man like him? He’s very talented”. He then voluntary applied for the community service. He loves helping people and he knew that it would just give him troubles and lessen his time but helping people satisfy his happiness. He was so happy that he was already a part of this service and he had more authority but again, more responsibility. He did what everyone told him but one day, he committed a mistake. It was not because of idiocy for he was a wise man but because of fear and it was he’s first time to do that job. He was asked to put the donated clothes in a box but he put it in the other box instead and so, the clothes were not delivered to the people. As soon as he knew about it, he was, of course, scolded by the head and people just laugh at him and he then said to himself “Is it a sin to commit mistake? I’m just a person right? Aren’t I? He was completely embarrassed but he knew that everyone experience these things and he knew that time too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an employee, he worked hard for his reputation and indeed, he gained it. He attends every meeting and he does what they commanded him. One day, he went early to the meeting and knowing that there wouldn’t be any, he returned to his office. He was assign to be a watch out every afternoon in front of the manager’s desk with his opponent. He can’t question the decision of the head for it was his responsibility to be a good follower so he didn’t speak about it. He just smiled even though deep inside, he’s little bit bitter about it. He went to his post together with his not so friend and after their job, he went back first to his office for he didn’t want to go back together with his opponent. The job was well done but afterwards, he heard a rumor that said that he didn’t go down to his post. He knew to himself that he did and God knows it but no one believes him at all. Why? For they did not see. All they saw was they were all together and they saw him just sitting on his office feeling relaxed. They judged him and he knew about that and he asked to himself “There are bunch of retards out there and hundreds of undisciplined employees far worst than me, I am the first to go down there for the meeting. Am I not responsible enough? Why are they doing this to me? I don’t deserve this. Really”&lt;br /&gt;He tried to explain but he knew that they are not going to listen so he knew well that there’s no need for him to explain something. He went home; he was so depressed and tired for he hasn’t eaten through the whole day. He rest on the couch, not that he used to do that for it was his first time. In fact, he didn’t sleep at all. He just took a nap and he has no intention of sleeping but just, he needed some rest. That’s all. Not more than 10 minutes, his mother came and scold him “Why are you sleeping with your uniform?!” “Sorry” he then said. It was his first time and he didn’t even sleep. His body needed a rest. It was never his fault. His patience reached the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day again came and this time he took revenge to the office. He didn’t attend to his post. What’s the use? If he didn’t attend or did attend, they would just scold him. But his conscience told him to go there so he went but with a heart full of bitterness. It’s unjust and unfair. He went to his post and this time, he let his opponent to go back first. The time had already reached their end and everybody else went back to their desk while he himself stayed for a little longer. He knew that he would be scolded for having overtime but he was just a poor hopeless man. He went up late and when he got up to his office, everyone looked at him like “Why is he late? Or where did he go?” the manager asked “Why are you late? Don’t you know that it’s already time?” said the manager “And the head employee together with the employees are already here” “I know” said he “but I still have to double check if everything else is ok” the manager then asked the head employee “Head employee, you do have rules right? Please double check them and keep an eye to your employees so that they wouldn’t be late for their work”. I sat near the head employee and the H.E. asked me “Why are you late? Next time don’t do that again” “so that this time, all of you would see that I’m doing something far greater than others” said he with an unusual tone. The H.E, don’t liked the tone of his voice so he replied with a louder tone “You don’t need to do that just for them to realize what you are doing. Everyone doesn’t need to see it.” He then smirk and replied “Please tell that again and aloud to the H.E.” he’s asking for war but he’s very prepared knowing that he was on the right side “so that they could hear it clearly., will you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made revenge. He’s happy but he’s never contented. He want more for he was hopeless. He did bad things from then on. Was it really his fault? Yes. It’s his decision to be bad and his fate lies to his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soon died because of over use of drugs. He was a lonely man. He was another Crisostomo Ibarra turned Simoun. He never committed adultery or any major sins for he was a jolly good fellow and nobody can’t deny that but because of the influence of many Satan around him. Mother earth had another innocent victim. They just turned him into a bad man and indeed, Why did they waste such man like him? He’s very talented. He never deserved it. I just pity him. That man could be somebody; a girl, a mother, a worker, a dentist, a soldier, that man could also be me. So help me God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me a bad person. You that know I couldn’t do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4183728873032187007?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4183728873032187007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-he-was-jolly-good-fellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4183728873032187007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4183728873032187007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-he-was-jolly-good-fellow.html' title='For he was a jolly good fellow'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4770403619887018159</id><published>2010-08-27T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T07:29:01.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends. friendship'/><title type='text'>SECRET</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the tv show or the book, it's my own definition. &lt;br /&gt;It’s a noun. It can be anything. It can be the smallest and the lightest noun you’ll ever know but it can hit you big time. It means a lot to someone. Secret can be good and can also be bad. It’s a supernatural thing that is ever made. So powerful that it binds people together, connecting species to species and like a virus, it can spread within a second or two. It can bring you good news, make people laugh, make people know about your weakness and use it against you and worst, it can destroy a person. Like a virus, it can be the cure but also the cause of dead to everyone. To the friendship, the family and to one’s self&lt;br /&gt;Secret is a major noun. It can be a person or a thing and even an animal. It can build a team and unite its member but like a needle, it’s invisible and can ruin a whole community. Secret is a flirt. Secret is a nerd. Secret is a talkshit and Secret has no friends.&lt;br /&gt;Who are they?&lt;br /&gt;That’s a secret I’m not gonna tell&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it’s called &lt;em&gt;SECRET.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sshhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4770403619887018159?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4770403619887018159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/08/secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4770403619887018159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4770403619887018159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/08/secret.html' title='SECRET'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8542848661903215737</id><published>2010-08-27T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T05:23:05.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends. friendship'/><title type='text'>Two sides</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm proud! It's my original story after all. I hope you like it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a best friend who is very dear to me and I also have an enemy whom I loathe the most. We were strangers then, me and my bff, and we met at the crossroads. We talked and we found out that we have many things in common. I enjoy the company of my friend and it was fun like yeah! Every time I pass by the church. I pray to God about many things. I plead for his forgiveness, I thank for the blessings that he gave to me and I pray for my family, my friends, my neighbors, my classmates ,the world and also my enemies. Yes, I pray for them. I pray that my enemies would find something like a good new friend who will take care and understand them not the way that had happened to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my friend and I had a little misunderstanding. It’s quite redundant to say it for we never talk to each other like we did before and we didn’t even fought, it just happened. It’s like we just needed space for each other to rest, to think and be alone sometime. I wanted to talk to my friend and I knew that my friend wanted to talk to me too but things now are a little bit awkward. We are not used to things like this and we are not ready. And the space that made a gap between us becomes a hole. And now, my friend is very distant from me. Every time I cry for her/his name she/he’ll not reply. I wonder if she/he hears me. Does she/he understand? Should I repeat it once more or is she/he just not listening? Or worst, is she busy talking with a new found friend?  Maybe I’m just the only one who’s deaf. Maybe it’s just me and maybe it’s my fault, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She/he made a mistake and I know that I did too. Friends aren’t like that, they suppose to understand and accept the differences of each other. What happened? It had been a long time since we were friends and it had been a long time since we were called FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months passed and the gap? Still there. No communication at all. I’m happy with my life and I know that she/he is also happy. We grew apart and things changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I had this major accident. I’m having a hard time to breathe and as I woke up, all I see was white. The bed sheets are white, the walls and also my dress. I was rushed to the hospital. I closed my eyes again and again, prayed for the same thing. I pray for myself, the world my friends, my family, and my enemies. I got destructed with a knock on the door. I said “Come in”. I was shocked; my long lost friend visited me. She/he has somebody with her/him. My friend didn’t tell me who it was for she/he knew well that I’ll be upset to know it but with a glimpse, I saw outside the door, it was my enemy. My friend has another friend, my enemy. Indeed, my prayers were answered, my enemy found a new friend, my ex-best friend. I was happy for her/him and for them. Then we talked for a long time and yes, we were friends again once and for all. But it ended up too soon. It ended up after knowing that I have Alzheimer’s disease. I started to forget most of the things. Faces that influenced me just vanished. I can’t remember anymore sometimes, even to breathe or to talk. Writing is my passion but unfortunately, I sometimes forget how to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long time after all and while I still remember it, I want you to read this and I just wanted to tell you that above all, I just missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our battle, we both lose something. Where were you in the time I needed you the most? You are my friend, remember? We were friends, right? What happened? we just ended up hating each oher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers when we first met and we also ended up being like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing my mind can remember was the memory that we have together and memories we could have done together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you found someone better and i'm happy for you. You are my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sorry for asking you the same question everytime you visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8542848661903215737?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8542848661903215737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-sides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8542848661903215737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8542848661903215737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-sides.html' title='Two sides'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4316287564884512888</id><published>2010-08-14T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T19:31:12.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><title type='text'>needs and wants</title><content type='html'>i missed this one. So busy na kasi ako sa school at minsan pagsobrang busy ka, hindi mo na nabibigyang atensyon ang tunay na nagpapaligaya sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narealize ko to nung inaausan ko yung isa naming classmate para sa Lakan tapos kinabukasan test. Kailangan nya ng body tatoo so naglgay ako ng body paint. nagdrawing ako ng parang tatoo and it turn out well, nilagyan ko pa sya ng patilia para magkaruon ng shape ang kanyang mukha. Kinabukasan test at imbes na gngm8 ko ung time na yun sa pagtatanong sa iba kung classmate at sa pag aaral kasi di ko pa master ung Physics pero hindi ko maiwian-iwan yung ginagawa ko. Knowing na pwede ko namang ipagawa sa iba pero hinde, i wanted to be part of the success of our lakan. I wanted to be the one na maglgay sa knya nun and after that. Natapos na yung make up, hair, costume and viola! Pogi but most of all i am very proud na knowing ung product ikaw may gawa tas napakaganda ng product parang super proud na proud ka. Pero ang palakpak ay hindi sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinicturan na tapos yun, umangat ang patilia at ang tatoong gnwa ko. pero dapat talaga nag aaral ako nun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very hard to sacrifice the things that you want to the things that you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito ako masaya eh, sa pag d-drawing. And if my talent was just graded. I could be the top 1. Napunta kasi ako sa mga taong mas mahalaga ang kaalaman kaysa sa kagalingan pero kung napunta naman ako sa grupo ng mga artist, mangingibabaw kaya ako? baka wala lang din, baka ako lang din ung nasa baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinabukasan, ayun test. Bagsak ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4316287564884512888?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4316287564884512888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/08/needs-and-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4316287564884512888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4316287564884512888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/08/needs-and-wants.html' title='needs and wants'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-6218343655447721431</id><published>2010-07-30T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T03:06:01.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory about leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to be a good leader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leader'/><title type='text'>Theory about leadership</title><content type='html'>Theory about leadership&lt;br /&gt;There is no perfect leader in the world. Leadership is by birth and also on how you let the talent and the gift grow in you. You gain it. But really, leadership is something nothing if the followers will not listen. Some leaders that I know just became a leader because he/she is a very good follower but that doesn’t mean that she’s also a good leader. Being a good leader means being a good follower, yes but I insist that being a good follower is also being a good leader. You know how to follow but the problem is followers (some) rely too much to their leaders. If leaders were not born, where will the followers depend? We can lead in our own. We are the captains of our soul but really, not all followers have the potential to lead. Not all. Bold that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case101 &lt;br /&gt;If you are in a group of let say, wise people and you are the leader, the tendency is no one will listen to you… for a moment. Why? Well everyone is just so smart and everyone is leader themselves. When you decide to scold them, everyone scolds one another. Many voices will say SSHHH and SSSHHHH. All are leaders! All are talking and instead of making the room quiet, Congrats! You just made the class noisier as ever before. Initiative is very different from the word “MAPAPEL”. And then there’s another voice people will follow even she/he has no potential to be a leader at all but they’ll still listen to her/him. Why? The probability is maybe first, she/he has these tiny vocal cords so everyone will shut up just to hear what she/he’s saying. Second, they pity her/him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis&lt;br /&gt;In the case101, what we’ll do here is if you are stuck in a group of leaders. Follow the representative or president of the group and NEVER take the initiative to say the FUCKING SHHHHH!!! Why? ‘Coz the word “SAPAW” will now be added to the dictionary. “NASASAPAWAN” as they’ve said. What’s the use of electing someone if you’ll not gonna listen to her/him? If I’m the leader myself, I will be thankful to my group mates doing the initiative to scold my mates but I will feel sorry for myself and feel a little bit of depression that my mates wouldn’t bother to listen to me and instead, they follow someone else’s orders. Second, scratch the word “scold”. You are the leader and they are your friend. And the message? Learn to RESPECT before someone respects you. Respect is not inborn, you gain it. Be sensitive ‘coz no matter how loud your voice is they will never listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And oh, never lure them like “Hey announcement!!” just to get the class’ attention. Highlight the never. If ever you’ve done that before…, don’t take the courage of asking why they’re not listening to you anymore. The boy who cried wolf died in the story. They never believe and trust him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be a nagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solutions&lt;br /&gt;To the leader: Show them who’s the real leader. Be wise and learn to respect and be sensitive to others. Understand each other’s opinion and don’t be close and narrow minded. Also, you are assigned as the leader so you should know how to take responsibilities and problems. Again, LEARN TO RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the followers: respect the leader whether you like him/her or not. He/she’s your leader. Learn to be sensitive and about taking the initiative to help the president control the noise…, tip: just tell your friends BESIDE you to tone down their voices in a kind way. They/He/she’s your friend right? If they/he/she is not beside you, it’s not your problem anymore. So as a member, how will you help maintain the silence of the group? Be quiet and it is as simple as that. If you know that the class is getting noisy, just be quiet and don’t scold your friend. It’s not your job. Your job is to be a good member by doing your role to follow the leader and that is just to be quiet yourself and it is already a big help for our leaders. Be a leader you COULD be and be a follower you SHOULD be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Credits to Monique medina, she gave me that quote, my new principle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a writer and the world is my enemy&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Jose Rizal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-6218343655447721431?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/6218343655447721431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/07/theory-about-leadership.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/6218343655447721431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/6218343655447721431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/07/theory-about-leadership.html' title='Theory about leadership'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-2233229592906957578</id><published>2010-06-18T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T05:38:35.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP. please don't mind me.</title><content type='html'>Excuse me for this. I just need to expolode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masyado akong nagging bitter dis past few days at madami akong narealize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una. mahirap talagang bumagay sa lugar na di naman para sa'yo. Sabi nila You need to stand out if you can't fit in but my problem is i can't do that stand out thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangalawa. sabi nga ni Bob Ong. Mahirap pumapel sa tao lalo na kapag hindi ikaw ang pinili nyang bida sa script na ginawa nya. Bakit ko pa kasi pinagpipilitan ang sarili ko. Ang mabigat ay gumagaan kapag binibitawan. Ayokong sumuko pero what is the sense of giving all your efforts to a shit? For what? SERMON? FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangatlo. Once na nakita nila ang mali mo for the first time. Lahat ng ginawa mong maganda at good impressions ay mawawala. Madaling makita ang kamalian ng isang kalaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangapat. Lahat ayaw mapagalitan. So ano? Laglagan tayo? di man lang ako ipagtanggol. Isa sa pinakapangit na ugali ko ay GUMAGANTI AKO. walang magtatanggol sa'yo kundi sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napansin ko lang na kapag may ginagawa ako. wala. parang normal lang. well dapat lang siguro kasi ganun naman ang expectations sa'yo at ganun naman dapat ang gawin mo pero pag may nakalimutan kang gawin sasabihan ka ng "O asan ka?" "Hala lagot ka" "Hinahanap ka. Bat wala ka?" "Bat di ka nagpunta. Patay ka na naman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAMAN? i mean after all those things okay na ung "Bat di ka nagpunta?. Patay ka" kaso may "NANAMAN" pa eh so ibig sbhen nun parang hindi ako umaatend at all? compared naman sa iba mas ok ako so kung kayo nasa kalagayan ko, Gaganahan kayong pumunta? Putang ina.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my best. Una sa lahat. Madami na akong sinacrifice at mas inuna ko pa nga yan eh. You can sell your time, but you cannot buy it back. It's not because of somebody kung bakit ako tumakbo. Well partly bec of that but i really love serving my country. I want to be an ambassador someday. I wanna lead and i wanna help but i don't think i deserve this kind of shit as a reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik na lang ako. kasi alam kong mali din naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang isang pagkakamali ay hindi kasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo akong pagbayaran&lt;br /&gt;Letche. May utang panga saken eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing?&lt;br /&gt;All you can do&lt;br /&gt;is to SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.I just really need to express this out. Masyado ko kasing dinamdam ata? kasi sanay akong sinasabi ang opinions ko and ipinagtatanggol ang side ko lalu na kapag alam kong nasa tama ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-2233229592906957578?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/2233229592906957578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/06/crap-please-dont-mind-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2233229592906957578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2233229592906957578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/06/crap-please-dont-mind-me.html' title='CRAP. please don&apos;t mind me.'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-2463506417131487819</id><published>2010-05-25T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:32:55.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Paano mo masasabing hindi patas ang buhay?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;siguro ganito:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*Ikaw na nga ang naglinis, ikaw pa ang pinagalitan at sinabihang nakialam&lt;br&gt;*Ikaw lang ang gumawa ng isang group projects pero lahat kayo pare-pareho ang score. Ang masama? Lahat sila matatalino. Doon ka na nga lang aasenso, makikihati pa sila.&lt;br&gt;*Ikaw ang inaway tapos gumanti ka lang. Umiyak siya, siya na ang kawawa tapos ikaw pa ang masama.&lt;br&gt;*Ikaw ang gumawa, sakanya ang mga palakpak.&lt;br&gt;*Ikaw ang unang nag c-crush tapos malalaman mo na lang na SILA na ng bff mo.&lt;br&gt;*Ikaw ang naghirap pero bakit mataas grado nya? FAVORITE KASI NI MA'AM/SIR&lt;br&gt;*Ikaw ang nanaway pero sila ang papanigan. Naninigaw ka raw kasi.&lt;br&gt;*Ikaw ang nagpakabait pero ba't nakukuha pa rin nya ang mga awards? Pera-pera lang yan&lt;br&gt;*Ikaw na nga ang nanlibre tapos nagkataon may nawawalang pera, ikaw pa ang nasisi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gets mo na ba? para mas madali&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;parang nagpaload ka lang ng 100 pesos pero napunta pa sa ibang number at ang mas malala?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nagpaload ka ulit ng singkwenta tapos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kinain lang ng Globe.&lt;br&gt;Malas mo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life is unfair but do we need ,also, to be unfair so that it would be fair? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More on: &lt;a href="http://nadzine.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nadzine.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-2463506417131487819?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/2463506417131487819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/05/bitter-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2463506417131487819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2463506417131487819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/05/bitter-truth.html' title='Bitter truth'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-3318597567947360935</id><published>2010-05-20T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:59:55.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagkatanga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jejemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sakit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deadly syndrome'/><title type='text'>Deadly syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S_YSxhDmttI/AAAAAAAAALU/SVz18VqBrTo/s1600/Nadz009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S_YSxhDmttI/AAAAAAAAALU/SVz18VqBrTo/s320/Nadz009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473583039011796690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na ang sakit na ito ngunit hindi gaanong pinagtutuunan ng pansin ng gobyerno pati ng mga tao sapagkat maari silang mapabilang dito. Isang uri ng sakit ng mga tao ay ang pagka-TANGA. Ito ay hindi gaya ng ibang sakit na nakukuha sa mga dumi o mikrobyo ngunit ganoon pa man, ito ay higit sa oo na nakakahawa at higit sa lahat na  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakamamatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saan ba nagmula ito?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ugat nito ay sinasabing sa utak. Ang utak ay may mga neurons na naghahatid ng mga mensahe sa iba’t ibang parte ng ating katawan na nagbibigay reaksyon sa ating mga ginagawa at kada araw ay may namamatay tayong mga neurons at ito ang nagiging sanhi ng pag purol ng ating memorya. Ang mabisang paraan ay ang pagkain nang mani at ng kung anu-ano pang “brain-food” o gamot. Isang mabisang paraan din ay ang pagbabasa pero tandaan: ito ay mga paalala lamang upang manumbalik ang dating sigla ng ating utak pero ito’y hindi nangangahulugang gamot sa katangahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang puso ay may malaking kinalaman din sa utak dahil maski ang utak ang nag dedisisyon ng mga bagay-bagay, may kapangyarihan ang puso na baguhin ang desisyon ng utak kaya ito’y nagsasanhi ng sobrang katangahan sa isang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinu-sino ba ang kadalasan biktima nito?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang pinipiling edad o katauhan ang sakit na ito pero higit na mas nakakarami ang mga babaeng nabibiktima nito lalu na’t kung sila’y umiibig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano mo malalaman na tanga ka?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una sa lahat, kapag sinabi ng iyong guro na kumuha ka ng isang kapat ng papel at tinanong mo pa ng “Ma’am/Sir., ½ po ba?” Ikaw ay tanga. At ilan pang halimbawa ay kapag tumawag ka at sinabing umalis ang taong hinahanap mo tapos sasabihin mo pang “ay wala ho dyan sa bahay niyo?” ikaw ay tanga. Kapag naman nalaglag mo ang bagong biling iPhone mo sa enedoro… Napakatanga mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, kapag alam mong nasasaktan ka na pero Masaya ka pa rin. Tanga ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panghuli, kapag ikaw ay isang jejemon ngunit hindi mo alam kung ano ang ibig sabihin ng Jejemon at hindi mo alam na kabilang ka dito… Magpakunsulta ka na. Malalang kaso na iyan ng pagkatanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May magagawa ba tayo dito?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagkatanga ay napakalalang sakit. Kung may nagsabi na saiyo na tanga ka ay umayos ka kaagad dahil kapag alam mo na kumikilos ka ng tanga ay hindi na biro yoon sapagkat kapag naging tanga ka mahirap ng alisin sa’yo yoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ang payo ko lamang sa’yo ay huwag na huwag kang maging tanga at magpapatanga kahit kanino man sapagkat ang pagiging tanga ay napakalalang kaso ng sakit na mabilis kumalat at makaapekto sa ibang tao at ang masama…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala pang naitatalang gamot para dito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-3318597567947360935?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/3318597567947360935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/05/deadly-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3318597567947360935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3318597567947360935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/05/deadly-syndrome.html' title='Deadly syndrome'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S_YSxhDmttI/AAAAAAAAALU/SVz18VqBrTo/s72-c/Nadz009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-3332729536738639839</id><published>2010-04-28T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:33:44.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeje hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urbandictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jejemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milo hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jejebuster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Investigatory Project: Jejemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S9pRRPUNXsI/AAAAAAAAALE/7vfIKcfXFEM/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S9pRRPUNXsI/AAAAAAAAALE/7vfIKcfXFEM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465770454378438338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon. Doraemonis Jejemonis is the scientific term with the chemical formula of KaN2 BHO1S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever received a text message from an unknown number? Of course, I think everybody did especially when they have a new sim card. But have you ever received a text message coming from an unknown person? Like the ones who are just looking for text mates? If you did, surely no doubt, almost all of them are security guards on night shifts, tambays and some ugly people who is considered to be NGSB but let’s minus our  honorable security guards here and let’s combine the tambays and the ugly looking guys—they are the ones who like texting and joining some  effin clans. The funny thought here is let’s admit that some of them have these looks but often, it turns us off especially girls like me with their funny, out of this world text messages FoR TheY R usEd 2 TyP in diZs KiNd Of TxTinGsz &amp; deY lYk diZ KiNd oF TxTngSz. That’s what we called jeje people or the Jejemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abstract&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know but this jejemon people often use “fHoUwsz”, “Pouh” and “PfhOuWz” in their text. I received a text message a long time ago stating that people that uses “Po” when texting are the ones we can tell “Pakyut” so I could now conclude that that it is very true for jejemons are ugly people so they make use of their “PO” thingy to help them make themselves cute even if it has nothing to do and doesn’t have any connection with their hormones or genes at all. All those Pakyut doesn't fit to them! k? Pakyu! better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Origin of the name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon (n.) comes from the word JEJE combined with Pokemon. Also known as JejeMONSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeje- a term which they often use to replace “Haha” so “Jeje” here is pronounced not as “dye-dye” but as “Hehe” like on how we, Filipinos, pronounce Juan for Juan Dela Cruz while the word Jejemon is pronounced as the spelling says; “Dyedyemon”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon- as we all know is a corny TV series for kids that has to do with July Angeles, Lora Samonte, Jasthine Matias and Claudette Bote. Don’t know them? Nah! They are just some of my pets. I choose you, Pikachu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory states that it originate not from a text but from a ym for if you observe your keyboard the letter "H" is beside letter "J" and it started when a super cool, popular and influential darling mistyped the word "HeHe" to "JeJe" while talking to a stupid retard and then this retard thought that it was a new cool discovery for him so he/she started texting her/his friends with this "JeJe" and the virus started to spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "J" for JOLOGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Description&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated from above, they are ugly people. They are most likely your ordinary tambay that tries to look cool by buying this rainbow cheap hat that they never wore but instead just placing them above their head. My advice is just simple: they should buy a crown instead of a hat if they’re just going to place it on top of their head. They like wearing accessories like those BLINGS that are made of 40% fake, 20%plastic, 20% cheap and 10% ugly. They are gangster in the making but actually don’t fit with their style. They wore this bandanas covering their mouth which they think would make them cool but as for me, I thought I just saw the brother of Ampatuan or a guy selling pirated DVDs. Usually, they matched this with huge t-shirts, shorts and huge rubber slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeje hat/ Milo hat are available at some bangketas and Jeje mall. (Victory mall and Ever Gotesco Mall Monumento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeje’s Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the jejemons are working as a call center agent. Yes, the ones who like yelling like “OH! *pukpuk sa dyip* MENTO! ARTE! ARTE KAYO DYAN! PAALIS NA!” and when someone is coming “WHOPS! *puk-pok ulit sa jeep* MAY SASAKAY! OH, MUNOMENTO, MENTO, MENTO KAYO DYAN! DADAAN NG LRT, ARTE, EL ARTE KAYO DYAN!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually they speak like “barumbado” and there is a big possibility that their physical appearance may look like the one singing on Jinggoy’s TV ad. The one that sang the line “…Ipagtanggol ang bawa’t Pilipino”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their pictures (usually seen on friendster.com) are often captured by a webcam with friends in an internet shop with hands like making the Y symbol in your hands as if they are like this some cool guy.  \m/ their album is also consists with some print screen of DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experimentation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened this application which includes a chat box and one night a jejemon with a code name SoUlLJAbHOYAdik1121 talked to me. We had a one-on-one interrogation.  But I must admit that his aura was too strong and so, I didn’t survive. His jeje mental capacity was not that high but the rates of idiocy is unimaginable that will transform your hair into an instant bruha look by scratching your head because of irritation and too much frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: eloew pouh&lt;br /&gt;Me: eloew din&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: muztah pouh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok lang&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: Gwa U pouh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: chat lan ME&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: ah jeje&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: Ai, d n nag reply&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh wla nmn akong sasabhen eh&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: ah. Ganun bah?&lt;br /&gt;Me:ganun n nga pouh&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: bat ka pa gicng?&lt;br /&gt;Me: wla lang. wlang mgwa&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: ah ganun pouh bah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: oo ganun na nga pouh&lt;br /&gt;Me: bakit ka ba may “pouh” lagi eh mas matnda k nmn saken?&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: msamah pouh bah? Jeje&lt;br /&gt;Me: alm m b yung jejemon?&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: anu yun?&lt;br /&gt;Me: search mo na lang&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: ok. Saan ko poh I ssearch? Sa yahoo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: kahit san. Oo pwde din.&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: anu pouh it-type ko?&lt;br /&gt;Me: anu ba gust2 m malaman?&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: opouh&lt;br /&gt;Me: ha? Kako, ano yung gusto mong malaman&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: oo nga pouh!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ano!? Haha ewan!! Nu ba yaaan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: sabihen u na kc. Ano ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I search mo nga!!&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: anu nga I ssearch ko?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ano ba ang gusto mong malaman?!&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: yung meaning pouh&lt;br /&gt;Me: edi yun yung I search mo!&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: ok pouh.&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: wla nmn lumalabas eh&lt;br /&gt;Me: meron yan.&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: sasabihin lang nmn eh. Sabhen U n nga lang kc&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ako na nga, oh tamo, ambilis lang nakita ko kaagad eto oh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Jejemon- Usually seen around social networking sites such as Friendster and Multiply, jejemons are individuals with low IQs who spread around their idiocy on the web by tYpFing LyK diZS jejejeje, making all people viewing their profile raise their eyebrows out of annoyance. Normal people like you and me must take a Bachelor of Arts in Jejetyping in order to understand said individuals, as deciphering their text would cause a lot of frustration and hair pulling.”- &lt;/em&gt;Urbandictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: ah. Yan poh ba yung meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Me: mukha bang hindi yan yung meaning? &lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: ah gets ko na, parang pinapahaba yung sinasabi, ganoon pouh bah? Jeje&lt;br /&gt;Me: parang ganun n nga&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon:  direct 2 D point na nga lang pouh plzzz. Ano pouh bah yun? ajeje&lt;br /&gt;Me: ayan na nga oh. Direct to the point nmn yan ah&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon: di ko pouh maintindihan jeje&lt;br /&gt;Me: ay geh alis na ko. Tulog na ko. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results and Discussion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S-Y65nXVDII/AAAAAAAAALM/6e4dXS5GCnE/s1600/dscsdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S-Y65nXVDII/AAAAAAAAALM/6e4dXS5GCnE/s320/dscsdc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469123558981831810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General Analysis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dumb! That’s what they are and most of them have a low IQs that’s why they are inventing words similar to the original because they don’t know how to spell that word like: Dictionary to DiXonarii… poh. They are making our life miserable by decoding their invented words and after you decode the message you’ll just end up by saying: TANGNA! UN LANG PALA! KALA KO KUNG ANU NA, LECHE PINAHIRAPAN PA AKO PWDE NMNG SBHENG “KAMUSTA KA NA?” NG MAAYOS! A waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stated above was true and based from facts and reality. Jejemon ,in short, are irritating, idiots, tambay, gangster and losers. Thank God there is a Jejemonbuster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Related information&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jejebuster (n.) a word formed when Jeje and Ghost busters are combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost busters- a cartoon TV series that hunts ghost thus, Jejebuster is a jeje hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jejemon is a word that doesn't only fit and describe to some ordinary DOTA boys but also to some girls with ugly  nail polish that you can usually see with a pek-pek shorts and a jeje hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recommendation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aside from buying a crown instead of a hat and covering their mouth with huge bandanas-- they should also include not only their mouth but their whole face. Baduy. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I also recommend for all bloggers out there who's also planning to blog about something simmilar to the topic, please include the biology of a jejemon which i think the content of their DNA has stains of shabu already for it is reported that most Jejemon has this white powdered thing in their pockets. Tawas, salt or sugar? IDK. Also, Please add the rate of their mental capacity per English word for I think that their Cerebrum or Telencephalon which controlls the voluntary actions in the body is not functioning perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I highly recommend this site: http://kalokohan.guissmo.frih.net/jologs.php Jolos-inator. A website that translate ordinary words to Jejemon language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;External links&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on twitter: @nadzine1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-3332729536738639839?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/3332729536738639839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/investigatory-project-jejemon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3332729536738639839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3332729536738639839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/investigatory-project-jejemon.html' title='Investigatory Project: Jejemon'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S9pRRPUNXsI/AAAAAAAAALE/7vfIKcfXFEM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-217998630624800984</id><published>2010-04-23T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:48:28.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ina yanga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gilby batan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='claudette bote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cj aguilar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monique medina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pia vistro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dyan pamiloza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faye abel'/><title type='text'>After Shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;“MAY SUNOG!” &lt;/strong&gt;sigaw ng isang jejemon (tambay) dito sa amin kagabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Matagal-tagal na din akong hindi nag l-load. After ba naman ng almost 500 pesos na nagastos ko para sa text ay naubusan na din ako ng money. Nagload ako ng 20 noon kasi naghahanapan kami ng kaibigan ko so I texted Claudette Bote na lumabas siya sa bahay niya kasi naliligaw na talaga ako so it left me with 19 pesos load. Then nakita ko tong IMMORTAL15 na may 5 minutes free call so I texted 4 people but on my 5th text, I wasn’t able to reply to Ms. Pascual knowing that this IMMORTAL text needed 5 pesos na balance to use it so I ended up almost weeks w/ no load at all. This time, nagtext yung number na di ko kilala so nagpaload ako ng 50 then I texted the number. Naghulaan pa but it was just Kuya Ton Donayre. It was yesterday night, mga 11:20pm ng biglang mag c-cr daw si Shobe. I went on my bed, kunwari tulog because I know naman na uutusan lang ako ni Mom. A few minutes later my mom asked me if I could check my sister if she is finished ejecting her waste so I checked naman when I smell this super baho. “Amoy shrimp... Ambaho” I said to myself and Shobe just give me a big smile. “Sa akin yata yun” she laughs but I don’t think that it was coming from here. “Tapos ka nab a diyan?” I asked covering my nose “Hindi pa” she answered. “Ambaho talaga” I was figuring out what smell is that till I got this conclusion.. “AMOY RUBBER!” my mother heard that but nothing happen. So I went back inside the room telling my mother that shobe’s is still working on it and after a while, my mother went outside. My sister went inside together w/ my mom and my mom went to pick the flash light. Medyo kinabahan ako. I know something was fishy but I have this feeling that everything will be fine but then I heard her screaming so I went hurriedly down stairs to check and people here had already their nose covered with their clothes. Ang usok at grabe, ang baho. “nasusunog ba?” my mother asked and people living in the compound nodded yes. Lahat kami nagsilabasan at tinignan ung kapitbahay namin sa likod for we know it’s the factory of slippers already na nasalikod naman ng bahay namin. “Asan ba yung nasusunog?” my mother asked the tambays “dun ho. Sa likod nyo” they are all pointing at the back “Hindi ba doon?” my mom pointed the opposite way. Antigas ng ulo. Amoy rubber nga eh hanggang Shet. “AYON! AYUN PO! Ang itim oh, umuusok na!” sabi ng tambay tapos grabe bumalik talaga ako sa bahay together with mom. Super bilis. Yung adrenalin ko at puso talagang tumatalon na. “MARIE!” my mother called our neighbor but she was like a happy-go-lucky person parang alam niyang hindi lalala ang sitwasyon. Shobe, balik ka sa kwarto. Bilis. Mabaho. My mother searched into her phonebook kung ano number ng bumbero but wala ata and I tried to call 211 but it was a wrong number so I tried to call 112 and yep, it’s the emergency call. Nagpapanik na ako noon. Pinagpapawisan na kami at lahat ng tao sa compound naghahanap ng bumbero so at last I someone answered. “Please call 117” said a male voice so I called up 117 but it was busy and I just found out mom was able to reach a fire department so habang nag d-dial si mama bumaba at antayin ko daw. Wala pang dumarating na bumbero at sinabi ni mom na ausin niyo yung maayos niyo diyan. I ready niyo lang. I remembered that I have this 5 minutes call and kung meron man akong tatawagan, madaming tao ang sumanib sa aking isipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una dito ay ang best friend ko na si CJ Aguilar. Itatanong ko sana saknya na isearch ako ng number ng bumbero but no, I said no. matagal masyado so if anything happen I would call Faye Abel but no din, si Monique Medina sumagi din sa isip ko. Alam niya dito sa bahay at kung nagkasunog talaga, alam kong magrerespond agad siya. Then Claudette bote went into my mind also but it was like 12 am na so siguro tulog na yon so I ended up thinking about calling Dyan Pamiloza. Kasi noong may nangyari din sa amin, she is the one who really called me to ask me if I were alright. Madami ang sumanib sa utak ko, kung ano ang unang bagay na ililigtas ko. Alahas, computer, pera, damit at iba pa tapos walang tubig dito pag gabi grabe, nataranta na talaga ako ng masyado but I was so glad to see that my little BIG sister was also calling somebody… GOD. I saw her praying and that really touched my heart. It distracts me when I heard a siren “wang wang”. Andyan na ang bumbero. Thank God they responded quickly  tapos may sumagot na din at last tapos ayon nga, sinabi ko na may sunog dito. I gave the address etc. pagkatapos, limang bumbero na ang dumating. So itong nerbyosang Nadine na to ay nakahinga na din ng maluwag kahit napakabaho at usok pa rin. Kahoy lang kasi ang bahay naming actually, hanggang naun ni r-rent pa rin ito ni mama kasi ayaw nyang totally na dito kami manirahan kasi nga kabit-kabit ang bahay dito at puro kahoy din at puno pa ng mga tambay at manginginom ang compound kaya yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, okay na ang lahat. So may load pa akong natira at masasabi kong timing ang pag load ko, ang pagdating ng bumbero at lahat. My life was an open book. Madaldal talaga ako kasi naman, wala naman akong imaheng prinoprotektahan. Plastikan kung plastikan pero malalaman mo naman kung bakit kasi talagang sasabihin ko yan. Iyan kasi ang totoo. I texted my classmates. I just don’t know why. Just a regular GM. Yung ordinary. I told them that ayun nga, there was a fire behind our house a while ago and we are like… Shock and I ended up my GM with TGIF. This happened yesterday night, Apr. 23 and it was Friday. Natuwa naman ako sa mga nagreply na sina Pia Vistro, Gilby Batan at Ina Mayumi. Well may load lang siguro sila, walang magawa, chismosa but kung anu man yon, I’m glad that they care. Yung iba naman kasi hindi ko na daanan ng GM at yung iba mga tulog tapos yung iba walang load so hindi sila nagreply but if something did really happen, I know that they’ll be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet thought was this, they said that muntik na kayo, ingat kayo diyan and okay ka lang? Something like that but the sweetest thing is that knowing that we are not that close. We’re friends all right but hindi ko sila mga kabarkada but ayan sila at kinakamusta ka kung okay ka lang or kung anu nangyari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*Nalaman ko na lahat ng bagay itinadhana sa tamang pagkakataon at tamang oras. Gamitin mo ito sa mabuting paraan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lahat ng bagay nahihintay. God does delays but never forgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hindi natin hawak ang oras therefore, we must live like we're dying ika nga ni Kris Allen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day ended up with the text of Kuya Gilby saying: “Hayy. Go nadz. Kaya mo yan” it was corny but yeah. It made me happy. They made me feel contented and lucky that I have met such people like them. After what happened, siguro alam ko na kung sino ang unang tatawagan ko ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for letting me meet such wonderful people, some true friends and for keeping my family safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on twitter: @nadzine1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-217998630624800984?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/217998630624800984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-shock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/217998630624800984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/217998630624800984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-shock.html' title='After Shock'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-3735114404568153998</id><published>2010-04-23T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:39:34.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band slam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where are you now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honor society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanessa hudgens'/><title type='text'>Where are you now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S9J19lXtlHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LOWxEwiryJc/s1600/3820510115-9d41456488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S9J19lXtlHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LOWxEwiryJc/s320/3820510115-9d41456488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463558998817870962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC REVIEW. &lt;br /&gt;Category: Music &lt;br /&gt;Genre:  Alternative Rock &lt;br /&gt;Artist: Honor Society &lt;br /&gt;Ratings: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15, 2009 A music video promoting "Where Are You Now", a "Bandslam" soundtrack performed by Honor Society, has just made its round. It sees the band performing the song near a swimming pool with captures from the Vanessa Hudgens-starring movie being featured in between the performance scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside having a song from Honor Society, "Bandslam" soundtrack compilation set will also include tracks from Vanessa Hudgens, David Bowie, The Velvet Underground, Peter Bjorn and 78violet which was formerly known as Aly &amp; AJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack album is expected to hit U.S. market on August 11. Meanwhile, the Summit Entertainment movie which is about a girl who wants to take revenge on her egotistical musician ex-boyfriend by beating him on battle of the bands is slated for August 14 U.S. release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my favorite teacher, told me never give up&lt;br /&gt;To my 5th grade crush, who I thought I really loved&lt;br /&gt;To the guys I miss, and the girls we kissed&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my ex best friend, don't know how we grew apart&lt;br /&gt;To my favorite band, and sing alongs in my car&lt;br /&gt;To the face i see, in my memories&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how&lt;br /&gt;How to live like i do&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you I would never be who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my first girlfriend, I thought for sure was the one&lt;br /&gt;To my last girlfriend, sorry that I screwed this up&lt;br /&gt;To the ones I loved and didn't show it enough&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how&lt;br /&gt;How to live like i do&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you I would never be who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never see those days again&lt;br /&gt;And things will never be that way again&lt;br /&gt;But that's just how it goes&lt;br /&gt;People change, but I know&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ones who cared and were there from the start&lt;br /&gt;To the love that left, and took a piece of my heart&lt;br /&gt;To the few who'd swear, I'd never go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how&lt;br /&gt;How to live like I do&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you I would never be who I am&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you I would never be who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you I'd be nothing&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part i'd like the most was this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how&lt;br /&gt;How to live like I do&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you I would never be who I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's admit it. Bad or good, the people we've known after years of living on this planet made our life complete. Bad people made us experience envy, anger, pride and a lot more. They did made us cry and sometimes we want to kill them but let's admit that they also made our spirits strong. Strong enough to fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not forget the good ones. They are the one we called Family, Friends and let's say.. Just friends (showbiz) but yah. let's thank them for being there and God for giving such person to build our character and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must thank all the people we've met because if it wasn't for them, you'll never be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to: http://www.musicvideolife.com/honor-society-where-are-you-now-video_691b94eaf.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-3735114404568153998?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/3735114404568153998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-are-you-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3735114404568153998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3735114404568153998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-are-you-now.html' title='Where are you now'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S9J19lXtlHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LOWxEwiryJc/s72-c/3820510115-9d41456488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4562742260286046142</id><published>2010-04-23T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:35:16.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bacon flavor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biscuit'/><title type='text'>Fita Sandwich Spreadz Bacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S9J0-kIXEuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RWUUlAwSI9A/s1600/fita01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S9J0-kIXEuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RWUUlAwSI9A/s320/fita01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463557916153287394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD REVIEW. Ratings: 4.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title says all. Another addiction of mine was this Bacon flavored biscuit produced by Fita, a brand of biscuit popular here in the Phil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it do taste like a bacon but it's yummier kapag pinalaman ito sa Fita original biscuit. Once you've taste it talagang hahanap-hanapin mo yung lasa na talagang ma a-adik ka. Masarap ito and mura. 3 Pieces per pack and sa pagkakaalam ko, mayroon pa silang Tuna flavor nito at ayon sa kapatid ko, yep masarap din ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kasi siya yung bacon na talagang malalasahan mo eh. may mga ingredients ito oo pero talagang masarap ang pagkakagawa nito at kulang ang isang pack na'to sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once na napunta ito sa mouth mo, kagatin, nguyain at lunukin... masasabi mo na lang na.. Mayroon pa ba? Penge pa. Yup. Masarap talaga siya. You gotta try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This product is available at all leading super markets, common markets, unknown markets, aling Cora's sari-sari store and you're kapitbahay's sari-sari store :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung picture kinuha ko na lang sa net. haha naubos ko na. tinapon ko na ung pack haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4562742260286046142?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4562742260286046142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/fita-sandwich-spreadz-bacon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4562742260286046142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4562742260286046142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/fita-sandwich-spreadz-bacon.html' title='Fita Sandwich Spreadz Bacon'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S9J0-kIXEuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RWUUlAwSI9A/s72-c/fita01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-1260578453740884274</id><published>2010-04-20T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:57:59.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Mr. Yoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S83dBpm8s3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zf1Rb8tJgNc/s1600/4124984169_459de00f0b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S83dBpm8s3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zf1Rb8tJgNc/s320/4124984169_459de00f0b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462264943489102706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A search for true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masyado ng madaming tao ang interesado sa love life ko pero haha huwag na kayong makichika coz I’m not giving you any clue ;) haha madamot eh no but here’s a story I wanna share. Kanina lang toh’ (April 20 ’10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for ,let say, about half an hour sa Goldilocks sa Ever Gotesco Mall doon sa monumento when a woman saw me sitting alone with a child. She went to me closer and said “Sampung piso lang iha” as expected from her. May ganoon talaga sa mga malls. She showed me a notebook with some names with their birthdates then she told me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May papakita ako sa’yo, isusulat mo pangalan mo tapos birthday”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May bayad?” just to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oo naman, sampung piso lang naman” she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ay, wala akong pera. Nag iipon ho ako ngayon, summer po kasi, walang allowance tapos may review pa ako” I was telling the truth. I need all the cents I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ay ganon, hindi ka nila binibigyan ng pera?” she asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“summer po kasi. Ano po ba ang gagawin dyan?” I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“eh basta. Kahit sampung piso lang oh” she never stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“wala po talaga” I have to put our conversation to an end and I look at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“kasi ganito sana, ililista mo dyan ang pangalan mo pati birthday tapos titignan natin kung anu ang compatible sa’yo. Di ba, kunwari pag mag aasawa ka, malalaman mo yung birthday niya mga ganoon” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“aah. Eh gusto ko kasi syempre yung parang mystery para surprise diba? Para may excitement ba kaya ayoko munang alamin” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed a face of disagree and she whispered “Eh kasi si God, hindi naman minsan nagbibigay ng perfect” she smiled and went away together with her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot question her. Why? Base on what I see, we could say that she doesn’t have any permanent work or worst, doesn’t have a job at all kaya siguro nagtampo siya kay God and another reason was, she has a child and looking at her parang mapapatanong ka talaga na… where is her husband? Or where is the child’s father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I’ve learned from our educational trip last last year was when kuya eman daldal said that there are two things that God sees but we never saw: First is that, all people are equal and second, we are all perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is not finding the qualities that you like. Mahirap Makita si Mr. Yoso pero once na na inlove ka sa isang tao, whole package yan meaning: kasama ang BO niya, sira niyang ngipin, ung background status niya and everything. Pero kapag nagmahal ka ng isang tao, huwag na huwag mong ibibigay ang buo mong pagkatao, magtira ka para sa sarili mo. Kung mawala man siya sa’yo, huwag kang magpakamatay kung sinasabi mong siya na ang buhay mo at nawala na ito dahil bago kapamandin ma inlove sa kanya ay nakaya mo ng mabuhay mag-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madaming mismatch ang isang relasyon kung gusto mo talagang Makita ang taong para sa’yo ay magdasal ka. May nagsabi na sa akin noon na ang love ay talagang may triangle between you, your soul mate and God. Andoon siya sa kabilang end point habang ikaw sa isang kabila tapos si God naman ang nasa gitnang taas. Kapag nag dasal ka, mapapalapit ka kay God, same thing sa soul mate mo. At habang lumalapit kayo kay God, doon kayo magkikita with the presence of the Lord ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng bagay dumarating sa tamang panahon. Paano mo naman kasi malalaman na yung bagay ay para sa’yo kung yun lang din ang hinahanap-hanap mo? Try to look not with your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magingat sa pag pili. Looks can be very deceiving . Mahirap na. Better to choose your love and love your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on twitter! @nadzine1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-1260578453740884274?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/1260578453740884274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/mr-yoso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1260578453740884274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1260578453740884274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/mr-yoso.html' title='Mr. Yoso'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S83dBpm8s3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zf1Rb8tJgNc/s72-c/4124984169_459de00f0b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-207977497952722182</id><published>2010-04-20T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:56:22.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noynoy aquino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el nino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iwitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth month'/><title type='text'>Message from asteroid B612</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S83cqlPVnGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/30Hl7JQ5-i8/s1600/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S83cqlPVnGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/30Hl7JQ5-i8/s320/earth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462264547179338850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened na nagising ulit ako kahapon (April 19, 2010) ng gabi so I watched TV for a while and nilipat ko sa CH 7. It was iWitness’ “Paraisong Uhaw” hosted by Kara David. They showed a great picture of people living in Masbate suffering from diarrhea. Naglaan ng pondo ang gobyerno para dito. 8M nga, higit sa kailangan na budget doon (5M lang kasi ang hinihingi) but almost a year passed and nothing happened. isang taong proyekto na ito at hanggang ngayon pinagiipunan na lang ang 5M na kailangan nila. Napaka hirap dumaloy ng tubig doon.  Maiuugnay natin ito ngayon sa pulitika ngayon at papalapit na ang eleksyon. Mga ‘tol, sana kapag boboto tayo isaisip natin ang mga nagawa ng tao na ito at huwag natin silang iboto dahil, wala lang, sikat kasi siya, maganda ang ads, anak yan ni ganito at ganoon kaya naniniwala akong magagawa niya ang ginawa ng mga kamag anak niya dati… HINDI DAPAT GANON. Huwag tayong ganoon. Bakit, eh si Gloria nga anak ng dating president na si Diosdado, ano ang nangyari ngayon? Jusko. Batu-bato sa langit, tamaan ay huwag magalit. So back to the issue tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dug wells but mostly all water coming from seven wells were dirty and have this unusual smell and when they dig it naman a little deeper pa, salt water na ang nakukuha for they are near the ocean already. Hindi na maiinom ang mga ganung tubig so instead, they just use it for washing. Isa lang ang matino doon so you must be early pag kukuha ka ng water kasi pilahan talaga yan. Ang mahuli, lupa na ang iinumin but tinanggap na ng sikmura nila yoon. Yung ibang pera din ay napunta sa gamut. Lagi silang may gamut dun para sa mga Diarrhea, LBM etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalong lumala ang condisyon nila ngayong EL NINO. Kung tayo nga sa Manila ay nakakaranas ng Water Shortage eh paano pa kaya sila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyebrow rose up when Karen David said “Ang kalikasan ay may kasalanan din”. Sisihin daw ba ang kalikasan? Sabihin na natin na no choice, dito lang ang may space, dito na kami titira. Gog gave us a choice but hindi lang natin alam kung paano ito gamitin because we’re always confused of the choices where we SHOULD BE and where we WANT TO BE. God gave us many options and the final decision still lies in our hands. Eh kung sana nag f-family planning/condoms tayo edi sana hindi lalala ang population natin ngayon so that there would be enough space for everyone and enough resources for everybody. Right? Ang kalikasan ang biktima dito. Ano ba ang sanhi ng El Nino? If we’re going to trace back para Makita natin ang pinaka source to this issue, tayo lang din talaga ang lalabas na murderes dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag lumala ang ganitong issue sa Pilipinas ay baka sunod, lumala din sa buong mundo. Baka ito na ang sinasabing Apocalyps ng mga Mycenan/Minoan Civilization noon. Mapaaga ang 2012. 2010 pa lang ngayon and it’s never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s EATH’S MONTH, let’s help her. She’s dying. Ayoko pang tumira sa Mars. ayokong may masira na namang isang planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag isisi sa kalikasan kung tayo naman ang may kasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on twitter guys! @nadzine1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-207977497952722182?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/207977497952722182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/message-from-asteroid-b612.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/207977497952722182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/207977497952722182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/message-from-asteroid-b612.html' title='Message from asteroid B612'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S83cqlPVnGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/30Hl7JQ5-i8/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-6228129397328874187</id><published>2010-04-18T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:50:42.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to a special...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm again being stupid&lt;br&gt;It's your fault, being to me, a cupid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You caught my heart with your arrow&lt;br&gt;you don't speak and look, although&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm again in love, not breathing not moving, to a stone.&lt;br&gt;love is complicated but it's even more complicated, being alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm again, inspired.&lt;br&gt;But babe, wait for me before you expire.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm again poor&lt;br&gt;But i'll do anytin to buy you for you, i adore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm again wishing for you to be here&lt;br&gt;To lose you again, that's what i fear&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm again waiting in vain&lt;br&gt;I'm again feeling pain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please don't say goodbye&lt;br&gt;baby, wait me til' july.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-6228129397328874187?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/6228129397328874187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/6228129397328874187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/6228129397328874187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-special.html' title='to a special...'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8773734995676263585</id><published>2010-04-11T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:55:24.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manny villar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noynoy aquino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agua bendita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miley cyrus'/><title type='text'>What annoys me the most</title><content type='html'>Justin Bieber annoys me, everything about him. From twitter to his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus annoys me. Her smile and her over used wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agua Bendita annoys me. Her deep voice , the "papa jesus..." and btw, she's all grown up now, why can't I not see her nipples when she's in the water?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny Villar annoys me. All of his ads annoys me. How can he be sure that he'll win over Noynoy ,etc and get his money back? I'm sure all of his ads, if summed up are worth Million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noynoy Aquino Annoys me. All those "sabi nga ng magulang ko" and "dahil sa kurapsyon" annoys me the most and it is not even convincing enough, his ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Curtis nip-slip annoys me. I can't see her picture because of the virus! But, never mind, thanks to facebook i got the chance to see the hidden grape of Ms. Curtis and why is she crying over her scandal if she, herself, is posing nude to some male magazines? Parang si Cristine Reyes lang, nung nabaha sila ng Ondoy, umiyak kasi pati mga damit nya daw. Nagdadamit ba yon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo hat irritates me. The pinoy version of it. Yun bang sumbrerong hindi sinusuot! anu kaya un? Muntambay yung mga ganun. Kala nyo cool!? ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I love you annoys me. I don't know but how can I support the Filipino films if they are producing movies like that. It's corny and so yesterday but i love the acting though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimerald annoys me. Puro na lang kimerald, kimerald kimerald! wala na bang ibang artista? But i love their chemistry and their acting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is annoying. Purket ba lagi akong naka unli at yung grupong flood, kelangan tingnan na ung cellphone ko?? Jusko! Inay, wala po kayong makikita don!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer annoys me. Aside from being bored this summer, super init talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me. Well, para siguro sa kanila, maiirita din sila sa akin lalo na kapag nabasa nila to so, kwits lang! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: hindi ako anti or anything, Naiirita lang talaga ako :D haha xenxa na sa mga fans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8773734995676263585?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8773734995676263585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-annoys-me-most_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8773734995676263585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8773734995676263585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-annoys-me-most_11.html' title='What annoys me the most'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5116269691852560639</id><published>2010-03-31T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:36:50.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Nadine in love</title><content type='html'>Shit. I have nothing to do all day so I have come up to a poem about love.&lt;br /&gt;Sino siya? haha secret! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan nakita ko na lamang na sinusulat ko ang salitang "Pag-ibig sa aking kwaderno,&lt;br /&gt;minsan narinig ko na lamang and "tig-tig" mula sa puso ko.&lt;br /&gt;Pilit kong inisip at sinabing "ayoko, AYOKO",&lt;br /&gt;ngunit dahil sa pagiisip sa'yo, lalo kong sinabing "Ikaw ang aking gusto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing nakikita kita, ako'y masaya,&lt;br /&gt;subalit pag may kasamang iba, sakit aki'y nadarama.&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ngiti aking ibabato,&lt;br /&gt;Huwag lamong mapalayo sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilit kong tinanggi sa sarili ko,&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba aking niloloko?&lt;br /&gt;Pilit kong tinanong sa isip ko,&lt;br /&gt;Lahat kontrolado mo, bakit hindi ang puso ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, yaan ang totoo.&lt;br /&gt;Sana minsan, ako'y mankita mo.&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, yaan ang totoo.&lt;br /&gt;Huwag kang manhid, nandito ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, dinggin mo sana, yaan ang totoo.&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na ako, Bakit ba ako umaasa sa pusong bato?&lt;br /&gt;Ang tulang ito'y para sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, yaan ang totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tama na,&lt;br /&gt;Nagmumuka na akong tanga!&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita at yaan lamang ang totoo&lt;br /&gt;Sana, wag kang magpaka gago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5116269691852560639?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5116269691852560639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/nadine-in-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5116269691852560639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5116269691852560639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/nadine-in-love.html' title='Nadine in love'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7367453160616548252</id><published>2010-03-26T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:34:23.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>The world needs both: Fact and Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Catholic bishops want condom ads banned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years had past and issues and controversies still remains between the Church and Science, Issues regarding about third sex, abortion and now, the use of condoms.&lt;br /&gt;The Government appeals to sell and advertise condoms as part of the battle against the spread of HIV-AIDS for data from the Department of Health (DOH) showed a total of 4,400 HIV/AIDS cases from 1984 to December 2009 was recorder and last year’s was the highest with a total of 835 cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Church doesn’t agree with this for they say that condoms only imperil the morality of the youth thus, the Chatholic Bishops Conference of the Philippines (CBCP) called for a complete ban on condom ads in the country and plus the idea or let’s say the “hidden agenda” of just gaining popularity to their product that would sell multimillion dollar from their main target: the adolescent market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have both panels talking, the government blames the church for not accepting the propose project while on the side of the ring, Church blames that the government for they weaken the morality of the youth. But indeed, the government is somehow right and their just main concern was to stop the spread of the virus as soon as possible but  when they say that condom promotes safe sex, it also promotes contra-human values ,they are not only promoting condoms but also promoting premarital sex especially to the minors and the disease itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of issues out there and the funding and effort should be used to fight diseases that trouble millions of people in the country each year, such as diarrhea, cancer and influenza rather than promoting condoms for condoms desensitize the youth’s delicate conscience and weaken their moral fiber as future parents &lt;br /&gt;Regards to the Government, they have a point, indeed, that the best way to prevent STDs was to use condoms and for them, it is the safest and cheapest way to stop the spread of disease/virus but still by promoting condoms, we've became liberated.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Discipline is still the key on building up oneself and maintaining the purity of the young Mary. If you’re planning on protesting to the church that they lack on teaching resulting on a massive spread of the virus well ask yourself first, who failed to install discipline within yourself? The church or you, yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story like as “Angel’s and Demons” by Dan Brown whereas i learned that the world needs both: Fact and Faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7367453160616548252?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7367453160616548252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/world-needs-both-science-and-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7367453160616548252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7367453160616548252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/world-needs-both-science-and-faith.html' title='The world needs both: Fact and Faith'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-2445557254557749707</id><published>2010-03-26T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:02:16.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noah&apos;s ark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el nino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pollution'/><title type='text'>Noah's ark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S6yNbOZKbxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/eDGX8uRvoXQ/s1600/cartoon_car_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S6yNbOZKbxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/eDGX8uRvoXQ/s320/cartoon_car_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452888747698450194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat is all over as the Philippines experience a great deal with El Nino which our food production is greatly affected by it I mean, even Agua Bendita is starting to evaporate now and my farm in my Barn buddy are already dry! (Kidding aside) Before, water was everywhere; massive floods, landslides and erosions. These are what we experienced from Ondoy back on October and now, all we want is rain. People are like this: they pray for what they want and if they get what they need, they start to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are experiencing Climate change and we are aware of it but the only problem is that we don’t want to notice it. We know that throwing garbage and chemicals on rivers and seas are strictly prohibited. Those who throw waste thinks that they are just doing this once and until that once turns into twice and then thrice as it transforms into a daily hobby and if you questioned them, they’ll throw the question back to you on why you don’t question huge factories rather than complaining to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth is heating up and ice are starting to melt, lands are starting to crack wide open and volcano’s are starting to erupt but when are we going to start to do something about it? 2012 is a fictional movie of visual effects but it just might dread onto becoming our after not caring for the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is starting to act like a human as it becomes moody due to the fact that the weather turns out to be very hot in the morning and extremely cold in the evening. The temperature changes from time to time and if we don’t learn to adopt on current situation, we might as well become extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never deny that we aren’t the ones who are in charge of the crime that has been brought to our shoulders—murder for evidence is everywhere; in mountains, seas, rivers, and forests and polluted skies and to this, we cannot lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated above, the Philippines is now facing a great natural phenomenon called the El Nino, and because of too much heat, we might as well not only pray for heavy rain but also for another Noah to save us all. I am just afraid that because of this excessive heat might as well be followed by an excessive flood soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-2445557254557749707?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/2445557254557749707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/noahs-arch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2445557254557749707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/2445557254557749707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/noahs-arch.html' title='Noah&apos;s ark'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S6yNbOZKbxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/eDGX8uRvoXQ/s72-c/cartoon_car_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-944768073830344078</id><published>2010-03-26T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:29:26.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nationalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democracy'/><title type='text'>The power of being noisy</title><content type='html'>I was browsing over the most famous free video sharing website until I ended up with a video entitled "Long Live The fearless man" of Aissa Peñafiel and Migs Ocampo (user: aissathesheriff) and according to the details, the film has been chosen as a finalist for the Democracy Video Challenge last year. It is a documentary clip and what's good is that within 3 minutes, aissathesheriff had managed to put all the words and the things that are a must heard/know for us Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQRnhG3gSOo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the craziest questions that I encountered in my life was "Kung ang rabies ay nakakamatay, ‘bat buhay pa rin ang mga aso?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really but this question is almost the same what the video said on its last part: "Nakakalason ang panis na laway.... Ayoko pang mamatay" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny but it does mean a lot, you gotta know this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have the capability of talking but we usually forget how to use this voice of ours. I pity those who have voices and huge vocal chords who don’t know how to use their talent properly and wisely likewise looking for a lost thing but rather, they keep on using their mouth to look for that thing instead of their eyes. I admire people who are unable to talk and still find ways to communicate and especially to express their opinions. I read some of the comments and reviews regarding this video and one of them said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Most of us had grown tired of what is happening around us that we had come to the point of being desensitized. We had accepted the ills of our society as part of our culture. We had forgotten that democracy is about being free and standing up for what is right. At some point in our life, we succumbed to what is happening. We gave up and accepted the immoralities in our society.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, admit it or not; we did it. Oh yes, we did. When I was in grade school, we studied about some of the bad characteristics of Filipinos and some of this are Filipino time and Colonial mentality and as I can freshly remember, it includes the “Bahala na” and “bukas na ‘yan” which means that we, Filipinos, are lazy. Too lazy that even if there’s already a hole on a pot, we let the one in charge handle the situation because some of us are afraid to be included in such issues. We are too weak. What if the one in charge didn’t manage to handle the situation? All we do is pray but people, this is not a fantasy thus; we often blame each other to cover up our own mistakes and weaknesses. &lt;br /&gt;Fear swallowed us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing why we tend to shut up and watch is that ,aside from getting those Deportment award—the wait and see people” some people are narrow minded and they take comments as negative opinions against their personality instead of taking it as an advice on how we could improve ourselves better. We must learn from our own mistakes. We must know that each one of us has different perspectives in life and that we must respect and understand. We often misunderstood people because of this perspective, because of the words that they’ve said and not intended to say and we must understand that not everyone yearns for the same things but my problems are usually the same as yours. We want freedom. &lt;br /&gt;Freedom to express what’s inside that is craving to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often look for the truth but once we see and heard it, we tend no to listen and pretend to be blind. We are afraid to be misunderstood and to ruin our good-goody RE-PU-TA-TION. &lt;br /&gt;We are afraid to truth and we are afraid to speak of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called Homo Sapiens, a scientific term which means The Thinking Man. We are capable of thinking but do the words we speak rise from our own thoughts? We do speak and we tend to blabber and blabber and to do this and that and to command this and that. &lt;br /&gt;Easier said that done eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if Jose Rizal, Apolinario Mabini, Francisco Baltazar, Marcelo H. Del Pilar, Corazon Aquino and the like succumbed to the ills of our society. Could we have achieved democracy in our land? If it’s not for them, we are forever slaves. Let us all remember that the very foundation of our democracy meant the lives of our heroes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we let their sacrifice be put in vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a democratic country, the first in Southeast Asia, if not the whole Asia. I remember one time when our social studies teacher told us that “…Yan, so bale nauna tayo sa kanilang ma-achieve ang democracy. Nauna tayong natutong mahalin ang sarili nating bayan”. Oh how I pray that we keep on admiring our country. Admiring our OWN country first and not Japan, Korea, china and America.&lt;br /&gt;Democracy is power to the people, for the people and by the people but when do democracy gone wrong? it is when people do over-use it to get over or ahead of other people and use their weakness to benefit from it. It’s such a pain for us to accept that where the one whose doing those things. Of course we are not aware and we don’t want to be aware until it become part of the system and eat us until we become part of it. Democracy is a powerful thing that is made by man for man and to man and some are taking advantages to this word and this word becomes an item, a precious item for the selfish ones.  We are the ones who opened opportunity to selfish people because we want democracy, we want freedom and we want the rules to be us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then, become the selfish people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should not let our guards down or our voices be silenced. We should stand up for what is right and what is better for the society. Let us not ashamed ourselves to our heroes. Let us prove to them that we as a nation can prove ourselves worthy for the democracy they fought all their lives with. Let us prove to them that we are the generation that they fought for and that this generation would continue the task that is left upon our shoulders—that is, to continue loving, protecting and serving our country.&lt;br /&gt;Silence and apathy is the worst disease of society. Let not our silence kill our being Filipinos let us be responsible enough to be aware and to be inform about current issues. Let us build Discipline into ourselves and have the courage to stand up! Speak up! Let our voices be heard! The voices of the grand children of Adam and Eve, the next generation after Corazon and Ninoy Aquino, the future hope. &lt;br /&gt;The voices of this third generation! Let us be heard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-944768073830344078?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/944768073830344078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-being-noisy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/944768073830344078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/944768073830344078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-being-noisy.html' title='The power of being noisy'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-1039753684744840224</id><published>2010-03-26T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:19:06.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The forgotten life</title><content type='html'>A poem written by Raphael Marasigan. I'm not so sure if it is Rafael or Raphael but whatever it is, thank you kuya Paeng for this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to lead thee away from sick-ling pain with words but shadow thee poisoning thyself. &lt;br /&gt;The remedy which I’m willing to seen, like a magical poem of a tree elf.&lt;br /&gt;What must I do to thee, is not for me. The forgotten life which thee had remain, walks nothing like so venomous in me. For no one takes what thee belongs.&lt;br /&gt;Alas! Bewildered with thy broken soulless for nothing will happen if you remain. Like a witch tantalizing thy good self, singing not like birds but like a sad crow.&lt;br /&gt;I want thee not to just be a wooden bell, but pure gold, the most brilliant around the world; thee may never see me for I’m in heaven thee my children shall remain for all time.&lt;br /&gt;My memory always taunted me with scream, thou your sickness give you pain at all pass time,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t poison thyself, the body is God’s frame, for now, thee must return thy forgotten life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-1039753684744840224?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/1039753684744840224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/forgotten-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1039753684744840224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1039753684744840224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/forgotten-life.html' title='The forgotten life'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4998317457533085582</id><published>2010-03-26T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:06:19.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Just when...</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought that everything wouldn’t change&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought of giving up&lt;br /&gt;Just when the world feels so strange&lt;br /&gt;You said “never lose hope, stand up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I feel so afraid&lt;br /&gt;Just when i couldn’t find my way&lt;br /&gt;Just when my dreams go fade&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll be here” said you “if life betrays”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I feel too much pain&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought of running away&lt;br /&gt;Just when I became so insane&lt;br /&gt;You, then, said to me “everything’s going to be okay”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I feel so weak&lt;br /&gt;Just when I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Just when hope, I seek&lt;br /&gt;You gave me courage and a friend that’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of a treasure- having you&lt;br /&gt;Just when I realize you were gone&lt;br /&gt;It was too late to say adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4998317457533085582?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4998317457533085582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4998317457533085582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4998317457533085582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-when.html' title='Just when...'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-1088817556848015941</id><published>2010-03-26T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:43:36.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overpopulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climate change'/><title type='text'>Mind over Matters: Overpopulation causes Climate change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S6xzUHemYuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PNPJR0ZXwyo/s1600/overpopulation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S6xzUHemYuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PNPJR0ZXwyo/s320/overpopulation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452860038280798946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then God blessed them, and God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it; have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over every living thing that moves on the earth.”&lt;/em&gt;Genesis 1:28 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed, people are very obedient to the rules—rules that speaks about their own happiness (No sweat at all!). But I think that we've been too focused on the literal meaning of the quotation and not the underlying meaning of following. &lt;br /&gt;Humans had lived for about a hundred years of millennia; from being an ape until we’ve become the so called Homo Sapiens or Thinking Man. One of the greatest achievements of the Human mind was the formation of E=mc2, yes, the theory that had put the lives of many innocent people to its end but it is not the formula what I really meant but the formation of technology and industrial revolution. We then became so curious about everything around us that we need proof and evidences in everything we see just to believe in to the point that we questioned God about things; even our own existence. We had invented a lot of things like money to control the society but as our economy grew, it became powerful and soon, took control over us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After decades, factories needed workers and most of the people took the gospel passage written above by heart thus, they multiply. We became overpopulated and we became aware of it but before we now it, boom: We had just reach our first billion and it doubled and redoubled and now, we are over 6.6 billion people all over the world; hungry/selfish people. And now, mother earth is troubled on how she’s going to sustain the needs of her children, on how she’s going to feed them. We have forgotten the phrase “Mind over Matters” by thinking of our own happiness and not controlling ourselves by choosing what’s right thus, unwanted pregnancy, teenage pregnancy, cases of rape had increased since 1990’s and AIDS are all over thus, in order to control this continuous growth of population and sexually transmitted diseases, we invented the word “Clone” and the meaning itself to sustain, at least, the needs of a couple who are troubled on having a baby without transmitting unwanted diseases to his/her partner. Well, we sell these ideas for money and we became powerful. And then, we tend to be like gods--god of destruction who tries to ignore such issues like oil corporations who tried to ignore the consequences of their business just to maximize their profit. And because of this over population, we have dominated even forests just to survive but by ruining our own resources… are you sure that this is for survival?—cutting of trees for malls and subdivisions? Conquering every mountain for cities and buildings and because of this; animals are starting to lose their habitat. Is this the real meaning of “have dominion over animals”?  --To take control even their lives and have them extinct? We are given the power to have control over them but that doesn’t mean that God is giving us a license to kill them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had experienced Climate Change. We are on a serious crisis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it or not, we have done nothing to save our earth but remember that it is never too late for us to change and have a care to our nature and to ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-1088817556848015941?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/1088817556848015941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/mind-over-matters-overpopulation-causes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1088817556848015941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1088817556848015941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/03/mind-over-matters-overpopulation-causes.html' title='Mind over Matters: Overpopulation causes Climate change.'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S6xzUHemYuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PNPJR0ZXwyo/s72-c/overpopulation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4801044318373767904</id><published>2010-02-06T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T06:39:04.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikon'/><title type='text'>The real deal with Nikon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S21-8CdQR7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/hf1cTDOGHPI/s1600-h/nikon-d700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435139895222880178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S21-8CdQR7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/hf1cTDOGHPI/s320/nikon-d700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last 2008, nursing was the in demand course here in the Philippines and last year, being a call center agent (even the course that you have chosen has nothing to do with your job) is the in demand job. Last 2006, Adobe Photoshop became the in demand picture-editor software and as its popularity grew and grew (until now); many people, especially teenagers, would want to be a photographer. Why? Because they think that it is cool and can easily get some money without sweating a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are really gifted with such eyes and money thus; there is no question about that if someday you'll see them on a field trip, hiking on the mountain, with their huge cameras on their neck. It’s their hobby and they are happy about it and some are just ask to do it and some are even required to bring their cameras with them because that is their Job! a Photographer. Being a photographer doesn’t mean that you are good in editing your photos (if you were, then you are a good picture editor). Being a photographer is a profession and not just an ordinary hobby. it is a job which here means, you look at a particular scene and you would like to remember it. You want everyone to know what mother earth hid in her treasure box by using technology. By just a click—you had captured that scene. Then of course, you would want to post this on your blog and somehow, sell it and earn money. That's a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people usually see this picture with comments of praises and admiration thus, they become eager to know how to have that kind of scenery; which they look for in Photoshop. Little did they know, it’s not in the power of Photoshop that makes the picture beautiful, it is in the eye of the beholder; on how you picture things out, how you interpret and how you understand the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that a picture means a thousand words. So, in order to have that kind of an eye, they look for a camera lens that they think would be the solution to their problem. They buy heavy Nikon cameras that are worth thousand of pesosesoses (almost the same as our tuition fee)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying here that you shouldn’t buy Nikon. What I’m trying to say is that owning a Nikon camera doesn’t make you a photographer but just a wealthy, trying-hard Nikon owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*tnx to Sr. Boni for the idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4801044318373767904?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4801044318373767904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/02/real-deal-with-nikon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4801044318373767904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4801044318373767904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/02/real-deal-with-nikon.html' title='The real deal with Nikon'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S21-8CdQR7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/hf1cTDOGHPI/s72-c/nikon-d700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7260300607439205161</id><published>2010-02-06T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T04:56:44.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One is enough</title><content type='html'>One sentence is enough to break a heart&lt;br /&gt;One punctuation mark is enough to express one’s feelings&lt;br /&gt;One lie is enough to break a trust&lt;br /&gt;One second is enough to lose a battle&lt;br /&gt;One text message is enough to be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;One act of kindness is enough to change the world&lt;br /&gt;One smile is enough to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;One mistake is enough to lose a job&lt;br /&gt;One life is enough to love&lt;br /&gt;One touch is enough to heal a wound&lt;br /&gt;But whatever our pain is,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still One God and&lt;br /&gt; One God is&lt;br /&gt;more than&lt;br /&gt;just enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7260300607439205161?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7260300607439205161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7260300607439205161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7260300607439205161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-is-enough.html' title='One is enough'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8459277601049838358</id><published>2010-02-06T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T04:05:39.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ranch'/><title type='text'>the ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S21aryhr8_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/D0tGnKMr70s/s1600-h/514A7F46V9L__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435100033649996786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S21aryhr8_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/D0tGnKMr70s/s320/514A7F46V9L__SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avatar is a very nice film that’s why I can’t question why J. Cameron won the best director award. I love the story and especially the graphics; well it is somehow against humanity. There is a saying “love your own” right? But on Cameron’s concept, if your own raise acted like beasts, I’d rather go with the aliens who acted like more humans. Well, it is not the Avatar why I’m blogging now but it’s because of a movie that I find better than the avatar. The Ranch, a 2004 film by Susan Seidelman. It is a parental guidance film but let’s face it, kids today already know what’s right and wrong but still, even if they know that it is wrong they still opt to do it. I, at the age of 15, know what the word “sex” means pertaining to sexual intercourse itself but I’m not inviting everyone to watch this film without an adult’s consent (don’t be like me) but don’t worry, I’m not going to do those scenes and yes, I have an idea what’s within that disc by its cover and It is not because of “out of curiosity” why I watched the film (somehow). I’m not after those nude scenes but with the story and I can tell that it is a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPOILER:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Different stories but same profession. It is about the story of the people having the oldest profession in the world—prostitution and it is even included in the Bible, remember Mary Magdalene? Yes, she’s the famous prostitute in the story. As we can see, prostitutes are also people and not all people are bad right? I pity those people selling their body together with their dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a friend who’s a whore, they’ll tell you to stay away from her because they might influence you thus, the prostitute turned to be alone and who would want to marry a girl like that either? Who would want to have a daughter as a hooker? Would you wanna see your girlfriend date another guy every other night? It’s amazing right? How this young pretty girls transform old man into a young teenager, on how the frog become prince, the poor become rich and luckiest in the world. But after watching the film, I realized that most of them are, indeed, very talented (not in sex) but in many ways. They know how to love and seek for true love but pity, the world is just playing at them, they are educated but don’t have any money to continue their study and some of them are parents who work every night just to feed their children, who tries to earn money by selling her body and be a good mother at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody wants to be the lady of the evening but it is not also the world’s fault why they have to be like that. It is a sin and there are thousands of job waiting for you out there. You just need to work harder and harder like everybody does. Money won’t come out easily like a poop. You need determination. It is just very sad that once you entered that kind of job, there’s no going back even if you quit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will forever be a hooker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ratings: 4/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8459277601049838358?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8459277601049838358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/02/ranch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8459277601049838358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8459277601049838358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/02/ranch.html' title='the ranch'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S21aryhr8_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/D0tGnKMr70s/s72-c/514A7F46V9L__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4675709555631572385</id><published>2010-01-12T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:10:46.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too nerDIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I thought that they've changed because of puberty, but I didn't know that together with their revealing acne, pimples, and oils beneath their skin also comes their bitchy attitude. Here's the story:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conflict&lt;/span&gt; with our friend and our friend has a friend who's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;. Now our friend is talking about a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mystery girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a.k.a quiet girl)&lt;/span&gt; which is the cause of our main problem. We didn't doubt anyone but we're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nagpaparinig para matamaan kung sino man siya.)&lt;/span&gt; Then the nerd was affected by the name callings. In the end why would she be affected if she's not even part of the issue? And now, this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerd &lt;/span&gt;never learned a single lesson even though she's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;. She then posted her feelings on her Facebook wall stating that, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T JUDGE ME 'CAUSE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW A SINGLE DETAIL ABOUT ME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;", and she even posted that not only once, but thrice. Who is she referring to if she doesn't have enemies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(remember in my previous blogs, we discussed about the characteristics of a nerd, and they are grade conscious especially when it comes to their conduct). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY'RE CRAVING FOR A DEPORTMENT AWARD MEHN!&lt;/span&gt; I think this is a major conflict about a grade conscious student (with her mom) and me. But who do you think will win? They're terrifed of fighting back because it will harm their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goody-goody&lt;/span&gt; image.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'LL CRUSH THEM INTO PIECES WITH MY OWN BARE HANDS! AND I'LL MASH THEIR BRAINS AND EAT IT LIKE MASHED POTATOES! LET 'EM DIE! LET 'EM DIE!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Hail Mary full of grace..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: THEY/SHE'S A GERM AND A POO!&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4675709555631572385?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4675709555631572385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-nerdie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4675709555631572385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4675709555631572385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-nerdie.html' title='too nerDIE'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5485085934488016271</id><published>2010-01-02T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:18:13.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illusions'/><title type='text'>it was the sun who made illusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S0A2hI_dXrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bqmGu2LSqMY/s1600-h/200276486_c915500f74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422393894331309746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S0A2hI_dXrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bqmGu2LSqMY/s320/200276486_c915500f74.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was walking on Trinoma’s garden (4th floor, outside where you could find the starbucks in the middle of those grand fountains) at noon where the sun, up to its fullest, giving up all the heat it has with her shining aura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shiny that half of the transparent glasses of the restaurants reflects. I didn’t notice this until I accidentally saw myself on one of the glasses of the restaurant with myself, of course, I mean with a head, a shirt and a… &lt;strong&gt;SKIRT&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and I was like… WTH?! I looked down and touched my legs, I was on pants but when I looked at the mirror again, I was on SKIRT with these tiny legs! I gazed my self again and look at the mirror again and again and again until I felt my sweat running from my forehead. Not because I’m anxious or what but because it was HOT! And that is because, of the Sun! I looked at the sun and the other restos and I realize that it was the sun who made half of those glasses reflects me while the other half is already see through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just an illusion and it’s the waitress’ legs that I saw and because of that, I realize that shirts with skirts are a NO NO and a major offence in the world of fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5485085934488016271?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5485085934488016271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-sun-who-made-illusions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5485085934488016271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5485085934488016271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-sun-who-made-illusions.html' title='it was the sun who made illusions'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S0A2hI_dXrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bqmGu2LSqMY/s72-c/200276486_c915500f74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5393354988501426123</id><published>2010-01-02T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:00:18.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel locisn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Nagsalita na ang kabilang panig,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Anti ako sa Gobyerno ni Arroyo, ang pangit kasi ng pagpapalakad at lalung tumaas ang kurapsyon at bumababa din ang halaga ng piso pero naisip ko lang, pakinggan naman natin ang opinyon ng Gobyerno ngayon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap magpatakbo ng isang bansa. Kapag nagtatag ka ng batas, hindi lahat susunod dito dahil mahirap kumbinsihin ang mga tao. Ngayong halalan ay nasasabi nating WALANG karapat dapat na prisedente at madami talagang nagsasabi niyan na katulad ng ibang tatakbo ngayon ay halos parang mga hindi naman kumikilos. Siguro kumikilos naman sila kaya lang, hindi lang natin nakikita dahil wala ang media dito. Hindi ko rin naman masisisi ang mga tao dahil karamihan sa kanila ay “to see is to believe” ang bukas ng kanilang mga bibig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422388829150257122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S0Ax6TuMH-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5qkaa_iLol4/s320/7526_162892542152_122338327152_2809817_6357736_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angel Locsin: nagbuhat ng bigas nuong Ondoy. Stolen shot. Kailangan pa bang ipaalam ang mga ganito sa publiko?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naisip ko lang, ang mga nag r-ralley sa kalye ay puro na lamang reklamo ng reklamo, ba’t di kaya sila ang maging pangulo? Tingnan ko lang. kung may pera lang sila noh? Pero hindi hadlang ang kakulangan sa pera upang matamo ang kagustuhan nating umunlad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madaming naiinis sa mga “pink” ni Bayani Fernando. Hindi ko siya ipinagtatanggol pero may punto siya. Kitang-kita ang pag unlad ng industriya natin, subalit bakit madami pa ring nadidisgrasiya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingin ko, hindi lang ang “pink” ng MMDA ang may problema, hindi lang si Gloria at hindi lang ang Gobyerno kundi TAYO din.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matuto sana tayong sumunod sa mga batas. Matuto sana tayong huwag piliin kung sino ang ating susundin. Matutu sana tayong gumalang at rumespeto sa position ng tao kahit huwag na yuong taong kinagagalitan nyo. Matuto sana tayong huwag maging TAMAD na ang gagawin lamang ay magtungo sa WOWOWEE upang mag abang ng Grasiya. Matuto sana tayong kumilos at sana tulungan natin ang ating mga sarili upang matuto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kooperasiyon at Pakikisama lamang po.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5393354988501426123?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5393354988501426123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/01/nagsalita-na-ang-kabilang-panig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5393354988501426123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5393354988501426123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/01/nagsalita-na-ang-kabilang-panig.html' title='Nagsalita na ang kabilang panig,'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/S0Ax6TuMH-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5qkaa_iLol4/s72-c/7526_162892542152_122338327152_2809817_6357736_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-103759372285571816</id><published>2010-01-01T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:51:51.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what made nadine go panic?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimple'/><title type='text'>what made nadine go panic?</title><content type='html'>It was summer then and I often spent my boring afternoon moments in our office while rolling a panda pen, left to right, with my finger tips and with my head face down on a desk when suddenly I heard a voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ooooh!! Napano ka?”&lt;/em&gt; one of the employees of my mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Aw! ‘nu ba ya’n? nakaharang kasi ‘tong Pader eh! Nauntog tuloy ako.”&lt;/em&gt; Employee #2 said while holding her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“at sinisi mo pa ang pader”&lt;/em&gt; employee #1 replied.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find their conversation interesting that’s why I tried to look at the funny scenery until I notice employee #2’s forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bleeding to death! I mean the blood ran down to her nose up to her cheek, following a slant narrow path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employee #1 and I gone crazy and saw employee#1 searching for a tissue paper while I, still in dead freeze with my eye and mouth wide open in shock and still under the state of question oh how the HELL THAT HAPPENED? How come blood went out to her forehead with a bump if she doesn’t even have a wound on her forehead and still manages to feel very comfortable and tranquil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ay, may dugo.”&lt;/em&gt; Said employee#2 with a PERIOD! Yes. Just a period in a sentence that goes on with a tune like a normal conversation. She’s not panicking at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do. I can’t move myself; I even thought that it was an internal bleeding of the brain that became external! Employee#1 manages to find a tissue and after wiping her forehead, we traced the magical source of the cause of her bleeding from her jaw up to her cheek and nose until we reached the spot and it turned out to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A PIMPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a pimple that draw as into panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My first entry for 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-103759372285571816?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/103759372285571816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-made-nadine-go-panic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/103759372285571816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/103759372285571816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-made-nadine-go-panic.html' title='what made nadine go panic?'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-9062475211570300395</id><published>2009-12-30T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:22:04.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candidacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='predictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noynoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy tv shows'/><title type='text'>predictions on 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SzsWKuyK3VI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SQsvVx2B1uw/s1600-h/tigerDM0309_468x478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420950950083485010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SzsWKuyK3VI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SQsvVx2B1uw/s320/tigerDM0309_468x478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to the Chinese calendar, Year of the tiger is traditionally associated with massive changes and social upheaval. Therefore, 2010 is very likely to be a volatile one both on the world scene, as well as on a personal level. Therefore, I’ve listed some of the “possible predictions” that may happen on 2010. I’m not the next Madam Auring but I am here just so you can prepare yourselves for the coming events. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expect that tumblr.com would be famous&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420950955046176770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SzsWLBRXiAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ksDF-VQvSQA/s320/tumblr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that famous but I bet that hundreds would be signing up to the said site. After facebook comes this tumblr (blogger platform) and it allows the user to post text, pictures and audio to their tumbleblog like friendster, facebook, myspace and multiply. I’m just wondering why sign up this site if it’s just the same with some other sites? Hm. Well maybe there’s got to be difference with the said sites; I just don’t know which is better. I don’t have an account to this site. Not that I don’t like this new tumblr but because I have a lot of accounts and profiles and it’s hard for me to manage them. But who knows? Maybe later on, you’ll see me reblogging a pic that says :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sa wakas, hindi na ako tagabundok” reblog this if you like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, expect that more Pinoys will be discover through internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expect that NoyNoy would be president&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420950967550386642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SzsWLv2modI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8QmLQPSn1m4/s320/noynoy-for-president.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time when people mourn for the death of Cory, Kris Aquino with her babbling mouth could be the president via landslide but we all know and even she knows that it is impossible for her to handle such positions like as president so the hopes went to his brother, Senator Noynoy Aquino. It is expected that Cory… what I mean is Ninoy… Oh, for the love of God and for the second time I would like to apologize for the typo error. What I really mean is (no) Noynoy to be the president of the Philippines. You can’t blame me for including the names of his parents. Why? Well I think that they are the one who’s running for the title and not their son! Yes, he has this big heart all right but with his poor performance, a little inactive and lack of potentials as a senator gives me discouragement to vote for him. I am not convinced alongside with the bloggers and critics out there. I just don’t know why people want to vote for him or why people wanted a Dynasty. It’s not that I don’t care about politics when I was a child (well, I was a CHILD then and who loves politics btw?) but back then, all was introduced to me and all I knew was he’s “The brother of Kris”. Sir, SHOW US SOME BALLS! People were mistaken to vote Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo for being the vice president and president of this country for we know that she’ll be like her father Diosdado. We don’t want this thing to happen again, don’t we? But not so fast on Gilbert T. or Manny Villar. Gibo may have the brains but as last September’s storm, it taught us that he is too slow to respond despite having the might of the government's resources in his disposal and as for villar, with those ads of him, he couldn’t hide his richness well as we all know, we often doubt politicians who are rich and because of his TV ad, I doubt his tagline “Ang tunay na mahirap” how could that be possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nakaligo ka na ba sa dagat ng basura…&lt;br /&gt;nagpasko ka na ba sa gitna ng kalsada?&lt;br /&gt;Ya’an ang tanong namin…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gordon can’t win and Chiz... well I have no comment on him since he looked like my brother. LOL and to Erap… what, another people power?&lt;br /&gt;I’m just so grateful that I am “still” not a voter. I’m being a judgmental here. Let’s just wait and see what other things he could do for our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expect that summer would be very hot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Sizzling hot! Hot enough to cook an egg on your roof. Too much hotness could bring much evaporation and as soon as those clouds absorb the water. Prepare your umbrellas. It is another effect of the Global Warming. It is the same thing to expect God. Nostra Damus said that the end is near and it is gonna happen on 2012. Well most of the influential and kind people died on this year so maybe we could prepare ourselves to be a better person and there’s no wrong to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expect that everyone would go KPOP gaga!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420950969812790450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SzsWL4SALLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/88yIBbNPqt4/s320/avatar_31336.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s a fan of Kpop (almost). They drive as gaga even if we don’t know what each word of their song means. We love the beat the singers with those chinita eyes and white complexion even for the boys with matching dance moves.. Oh! They move our minds like we’re being hipnotize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expect that Pinoy shows would be cornier (don’t know that there’s really a word like that) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420950980056923426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SzsWMecZPSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tUh4dlAhu6g/s320/000bxc75.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fantasy! Fantasy! I know that they are creating a fantasy show to live on but are we just gonna live on this fantasy forever? Well, I can’t stop that I mean even I, wanted a fantasy but not as Kokey, Kung fu kids, super inggo, cap’t barbell and so on. (But I’m a fan of Encantadia). People wanted fantasy and magic while TV stations wanted ratings. That’s the reality and that’s why we can’t question them for producing such shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expect another Love team&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420951703422001106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SzsW2lMEX9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/aRwS1CswfyE/s320/melason.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Step aside kimerald coz another new from ABS-CBN. MELASON (Melissa and Jason) would be a big hit this 2010 after PBB and no question to that. People would want to see a new tandem after Disney’s Beauty and the Beast and Mexican orig. Betty La Feya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expect that Manny Pacquiao’s fight would entertain Millions! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420951718178370882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SzsW3cKQtUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IaK5MyTthA0/s320/manny-pacquiao-krista-ranillo-pictures1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If there would be. Let’s set aside some personal and showbiz issues. Who doesn’t want to see two people fighting in the arena well aside for the title, fame, honor and money but also for some hidden agendas? People would want to see that on TVs and on the big screen and not Wapakman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly, for my co-Marians.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect that you’ll be packing your bag at 4:30pm again. Time is back to its regular. Let’s just pray to our VIDES that the dismissal would some how be 4:00pm so that the 30 min. would go to preparing our things, last touch of the projects and cleaning the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-9062475211570300395?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/9062475211570300395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/12/predictions-on-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/9062475211570300395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/9062475211570300395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/12/predictions-on-2010.html' title='predictions on 2010'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SzsWKuyK3VI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SQsvVx2B1uw/s72-c/tigerDM0309_468x478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-3475182591507652754</id><published>2009-12-04T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:45:17.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climate change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sm north edsa'/><title type='text'>Birds @ SM North?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SxkDU95C8GI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kXIEtFEtUaU/s1600-h/Nadz005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411360086008459362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SxkDU95C8GI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kXIEtFEtUaU/s320/Nadz005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/811"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/810"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/812"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/810"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/813"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been at SM North Edsa lately? Then if you stayed there around 6 in the evening, then you’ll see this unimaginable birds on the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crazy thought is this: why, flock of birds, drove into the city and stayed almost all night under those curve metallic green design of the SM’s main building?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411360087987849234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SxkDVFQ-CBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0cb77OqbpGI/s320/Nadz023.jpg" /&gt;I was suppose to watch 2012 that day but I just know it the same day that the movie would take almost 2 hours so I have no chance but to reschedule my ME time. My dad and I went to the sky garden to go to Annex to pick up my siblings. While passing through the bridge/ garden or whatsoever. Certain shadows caught my attention. I looked up the sky and I was amazed to the hundreds of birds I saw at SM. Quickly, a question pop into my head: What are, forest birds, doing at the city especially at the mall? What, for shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scene was very familiar. Especially when I went out near the edge of the bridge on the window looking up the dark sky together with some curious civilians with this wind effect thingy passing through our face up to the very last strand of my hair and to my split ends… it was like the scene from The Day after tomorrow and Harry Potter and the half blood prince (the beginning part of the movie)! It’s true that I wasn’t able to watch 2012 but seeing the actual “2012” means a lot more than a movie. I mean, it was really there. In front of me. The what we called CLIMATE CHANGE! why? Well why in the world those forest birds will go to the city for shade? What happened to their homes? What happened to our forest? What will happen to our Home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411360080949768130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SxkDUrC9b8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/MbhFE0mWRc0/s320/Nadz031.jpg" /&gt;I saw different people looking up the sky bringing with them their different &lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/811"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/810"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/812"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/810"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reactions. Some are even happy but looking at their innocent faces reminds me of what a volcanologist said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Pinagaaralan namin ‘tong bagay na to para hindi tayo magaya sa mga Dinosaurs na&lt;br /&gt;hindi alam kung ano yuong gagawin kapag may nangyaring pagsabok ng bulkan o kung&lt;br /&gt;ano pa"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also remembered the documentary film about the Minoan civilization--Which once lives in luxury and because of unknown facts and unstudied things about the earth. They became extinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itong mundo, pilit nating pinagsisikapang aralan. Nasaan na napunta ang lahat ng pangaral sa atin kung hindi natin ito mai-apply? Baka kagaya ng mga Minoans at dinosaurs, maging katulad din natin sila. Na minsang nanirahan sa mundo at naglaho na lang bigla na naging isang pahina na lang sa libro. Isang kwento na lamang.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A myth. A legend. A history and A mystery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-3475182591507652754?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/3475182591507652754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/12/birds-sm-north.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3475182591507652754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3475182591507652754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/12/birds-sm-north.html' title='Birds @ SM North?'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SxkDU95C8GI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kXIEtFEtUaU/s72-c/Nadz005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7088548999324881168</id><published>2009-11-27T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:06:14.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my first abc&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartooning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>My first ABC'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SxC8YRH7uKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0gcVTTec4bk/s1600/8d86919e876170_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409030277571524770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SxC8YRH7uKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0gcVTTec4bk/s320/8d86919e876170_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there I was. In the middle of hundreds journalist trying to get an entry to the national competition with category: editorial cartooning….. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409029378969503634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SxC7j9khB5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/UH5lFL7ZLmA/s320/0383cae887f4e05c56e633276a0bb20e1223632956_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409029383421362722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SxC7kOJ7AiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vf3nnAVv_iI/s320/dfedef4f89e3c0ca81a0f1ecdcb380c51223632957_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. At first, I thought that dancing was my talent for I’m not good in singing but my cousin here (who plays guitar and who’s good in singing, dancing and drawing as well) inspired me to draw even if I know nothing about drawing and my first ABC’s was a mess! But as you could see in my previous blogs, the world made me believe that drawing couldn’t help me any good especially now that we’re facing world financial crisis. So for 2 years studying drawing and for 5 straight years joining the Young Artist Club. I stopped. I set out my goals to computer programming and web designing. I found out that there are a lot of talents in this world and one of those, which God had given me, is the power of speech. What I mean is, I can declaim, orate and narrate. I have this voice but music doesn’t really like me. I was born an artist but as I said, I stopped paying attention to drawings but set my priorities to theater. I became member of Props (wo)men but never dreamed of becoming the actors itself. I became a Media Watch(ers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became more expose to the world. I got exposed on photography, sound editing, picture editing and all the editing. I got exposed to literature too. Too politics and culture thus, I joined our school newspaper club, The Envoy, and found myself as a literary editor at the same time, asking myself “why did I became an editor if I can’t even edit my own works?” another reason why I joined the Envoy is that I was hoping that someday, I could join some competitions and my name would be announced so I planned up staying the club for two years until I graduate but God so kind, gave me this opportunity for me to be included in the 33rd pres conference but with the category English Editorial Cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The division was on Fairview and the tension hugged my body knowing that going to the battle field, I’m unarmed and I’m not expecting to be included in the top 10. Andun pa din yung tensyon eh. Lalu na nung nakita ko yung katabi ko na si Goldilacks na nuong nagpractice kami mag drawing. Pagkita ko ay parang sketch pa lang, Malabo pa pero pag lingon ko ulet. Nanlaki yung mata ko sa nakita ko! Makapal na yung lines at ang GANDA! Practice pa lang yun.&lt;br /&gt;My name wasn’t listed on the top 10 but my name was announced at the school for I became the SECRETARY of the Caloocan’s Editors Guild. Yes. Secretary! I can’t even understand my own writing and then Secretary!? No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the school participated again to the Regional, and I there I was. In the middle of hundreds journalist, in St. Mary’s Pasay, trying to get an entry to the national competition (which will be held in Davao) with category: editorial cartooning. Kung sa division pa nga lamang eh wala na ako pano pa kaya dito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cartoonist of the Philippine Star was there and told us na tumitingin siya sa drawing at hindi sa meaning. If he would stand to his words, then I could say na may chance ako for wala talaga ako sa drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there holding my pencil while looking at it and asking it “Mananalo kaya tayo?” of course it didn’t reply but I heard an answer as if it talked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“The answer is in your hands”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gave me this gift and he just wants me to use it. Let’s not waste our talents but share it and show it to other people. It’s the way on how we could express ourselves and another way of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opportunity comes when you very least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hands. It is used for touching, feeling, and praying. If you think that your hands are quite dirty and if you’re asking “why?” look at your hands and think again for the answer will be there and will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That’s the power of hands. That’s the power of my hands. That’s my talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you ever lose your hope and determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7088548999324881168?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7088548999324881168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-abcs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7088548999324881168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7088548999324881168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-abcs.html' title='My first ABC&apos;S'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SxC8YRH7uKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0gcVTTec4bk/s72-c/8d86919e876170_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-5500125018257612854</id><published>2009-11-09T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:50:59.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cry of a 15 y/o girl'/><title type='text'>the cry of a 15 y/o girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/Svfk49sP1nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Xv_Gq2u_lJ0/s1600-h/ninoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402037945338156658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/Svfk49sP1nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Xv_Gq2u_lJ0/s400/ninoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/806"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’ve reached my 15 years of living on the crust of the mysterious planet those we so called Earth. One time, when I am in a dinner with dad, alone, he asked me what course I would take in collage. mag Computer science daw ako or IT para maka abroad daw. Sabi ko, advertising kukunin ko, actually any courses under arts would do. I’m good in designing HTML but I don’t know if I could survive CompScie. My dad said, oo nga pero pinaka basic dapat computer. Sbi ko pwde akong mag law kaso dahil isa akong tamad na tao, ayoko na lang. madaming batas na dapat kabisaduhin pero iba pa rin ang may titulo sa pangalan at malaki pa ang datung!. Sabi naman ni dad “mag l-law ka? Attorney? Mahaba yun” kaya sabi ko “un nga eh” tas bigla akong napaisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang law, matagal. Pinag aaralang mabuti, inuusisa. Mahirap at isang kursong hindi biro. Pero bakit madami sa atin ang hindi pa rin abot ang hustisya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pera lang ang pagbabasihan ng katotohanan, I would like to ask all the attorneys out there,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what’s your fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa edad kong ito, hindi ko pa nararanasan ang mga ganuong paghihirap at tingin ko sa mga ka-edad ko diyan ay ganuon din kayo pero sa edad kong ito at sa panahon ngayon ay naiintindihan na natin ang mga situawsyon ang kaso ang hirap sa mga Pilipino ay mas pinapalala natin ang mga nangyayari sa atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong maging doktor nuon. Gusto kong manggamot ng libre at pahabain ang buhay ng tao pero ngayon ko lang nalaman ang kahalagaan ng pera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pera ay isang bagay na gawa sa papel, nalulukot ito at nakakarating kung saan-saan pero ito’y hindi ordinaryong papel sapagkat ito’y para bang may agimat na kayang protektahin ang sarili nito kaya kahit saan man ito makapunta, ito’y buo pa rin. Sinasamba ito ng karamihan. Diyos kung ituring ng mahihirap at kaibigan naman sa mayayaman. Wala man itong mukha, masasabi ko pa ring maganda ang itsura nito sapagkat pinagaagawan ito ng kalalakihan at kababaihan. Masasabi kong isa itong makapangyarihang element na gawa ng tao sapagkat kapag wala kang pera—ito’y nagiging sanhi ng pagkasira ng utak mo at ganuon na din ng Mundong iniikutan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat tayo ang nagpapaikot sap era sa halip ay tayo ang napapaikot dito hanggang sa mahilo na tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you? what is the cause and the cost of your living? is it worth the price that your are paying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-5500125018257612854?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/5500125018257612854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-reached-my-15-years-of-living-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5500125018257612854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/5500125018257612854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-reached-my-15-years-of-living-on.html' title='the cry of a 15 y/o girl'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/Svfk49sP1nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Xv_Gq2u_lJ0/s72-c/ninoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-697469137818970121</id><published>2009-11-01T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:07:32.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jericho rosales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spaniards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philipne history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baler (2008)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anne curtis'/><title type='text'>Baler (2008) movie review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/Su5a8_3JqgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OGkVS1hdIHc/s1600-h/baler_MRI_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399353007245208066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/Su5a8_3JqgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OGkVS1hdIHc/s400/baler_MRI_poster1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baler is a 2008 movie and is included at the Metro Manila Film Festival starring Jericho Rosales as Celso Ressurection and Anne Curtis as Feliza Reyes directed by Mark Meily. Baler is based on a true story. Based on the historical event happened in the Philippines known as “The Siege of Baler” where Many Spanish soldiers were imprisoned in the church for about a year (October 1898 to June 1899) and 57 soldiers survived. But above all, the movie focuses on the forbidden love of Feliza who is a native indio that has a father named Daniel Reyes (Played by Philip Salvador) who is very angry to the Spaniards (He’s a leader of HUKBALAHAP or something) and Celso who is a half Spanish and half Filipino. They said that it is something like Romeo and Juliet but I say that it is very similar to Titanic! And alas, there’s a Filipino movie that I can compare with the top grossing film Titanic (with stars Leo and Kate). Like the titanic, the movie doesn’t focus on the war (on the sinking of the ship) but in the story of undying Romance between star-crossed lovers. The war became an element of the story affecting the main characters. It is a good movie for it is not only educational but also very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to congratulate the other cast such as Carlo Aquino (Gabriel) for being a great actor despite of his young age, Mark Bautista (Lope) and Nikki Bacolod (lumming) for making me “kilig”. They make a chemistry and especially for Baron Geisler (Capt. Enrique Fossi de las Morenas) not for making the viewers angry but for doing a job well done. Good acting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are just a little “sayad” in the movie. First, the casting. For Jericho Rosales, this one became the key to reopen the door of his career (plus the thingy about Heart Evangelista). He acted it good but before I saw the movie, I thought that he was the Indio and Anne was the Mestiza or the Spanish one. Let leave Jericho behind (he could take the role of a Spanish anyway) and go to Miss Anne. There are hundreds of beautiful stars out there but why choose Anne to play the role of a Filipina? She’s not even a pure Filipino in real life. Better to see if the Filipina is “Kayumanggi” (tan) and has a curvy or wavy hair. Mark Bautista can’t be Spanish for we could see that he has the physical aspects of a Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;Second. I thought Filipina were very conservative but after seeing the film, I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, back to the tory. As the siege prolongs, little by little the Spaniards’ supply of foods diminish and many soldiers got sick. Commander Las Morenas and other subsequent commanders died after months of not being feeded. There were some soldiers surrendered because they could no longer bear their sufferings and some soldiers who remained loyal ease the rats and celsos’ dog as their main dish. Even Celso who knew that Feliza got pregnant (her father accepted their relationship after her childbirth) planned to escape together with his colleagues (including Lope). That night of their escaped Celso was trapped due to his friends’ own fear. He was betrayed by his own friend. Feliza who was patiently waiting for Celso, knew nothing about the execution happened to her love inside the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filipino troops have many times tried to convince the Spaniards to surrender because Spanish fleet in Manila was already defeated and the war was actually ended. But still they refused to believe. “Viva España!” their principle.The last commander who discovered that the news was true was 2nd Lt. Saturnino Martin Cerezo (Ryan Eigenman I think). After the confirmation of the news, at last he and his follower peacefully surrendered.The sad thing was that poor Feliza, who longed for her love, who could instead be the happiest woman in the world that time because finally she and her love could be together, did not find Celso in the flock of freed soldiers rather found him inside the church….with life, no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said that if Celso and Feliza waited for a bit more then they would be happy but I say that they waited enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is worth fighting for and if the Spaniards didn’t gave up, so mush more the Filipinos for they are warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the movie, Love the story, Love the acting but hate the Casting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background sound fit for the movie: 21 guns by Green Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ratings: 4/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-697469137818970121?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/697469137818970121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/11/baler-2008-movie-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/697469137818970121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/697469137818970121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/11/baler-2008-movie-review.html' title='Baler (2008) movie review'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/Su5a8_3JqgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OGkVS1hdIHc/s72-c/baler_MRI_poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-6615758975006543407</id><published>2009-10-23T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:32:11.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cathecist'/><title type='text'>Darna; sana sila na lang si ding.</title><content type='html'>I'm a student cathecist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/803"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ERES, a public school. At first, I thought that it would be hard to teach students especially grade 1 who knew a little about the rosary. The first time we went there was canceled for it rained very hard and our class was even suspended. Our second attempt was a successful one but tense got our nerves to its freezing point. It was our first time to teach a real and a whole class. We were very nervous. We started it with getting to know. We introduce ourselves and we tried they introduced their selves to us. Good for a grade one students to know numbers from 1- 100 and especially from a non-catholic school to know God. They know a little about Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the getting to know portion, we gave choko-choko for those students who will recite and who’s the most behave. All of them have a talent like drawing, dancing and singing. We asked for a sample of their talents and most students raised their hands. Actually, all of them. The part that I like the most was when Miles (one of our student) sang the Narda by kamikaze. All of them knew and watched the fantaserye “Darna” of GMA thus, they sang along with miles and we sang along too. It was a nice feeling—singing together as one with one voice and sound. It’s not the beauty of the song or voice that counts but by the way you sing it and the meaning of it. We sang while clapping our hands in the air together. We enjoyed our first meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next meeting, we have our modules ready. They didn’t remember our names except of Jasthine (for their section was Jasmine) so I thought that it would also be hard for them to remember our teachings. Now, it’s like that we’ve entered a different section. They grew wild. Patience is a virtue. It’s really hard to teach kids especially when they don’t have any background about the rosary and some of them are non-Catholics. But seeing them eager to learn makes me want to teach them more. I thought I knew kids. I thought I knew them but because of these kids, I learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Some kids are rich. We have a student named Jonathan. He has these clean expensive clothes (like the thick cloth we use for our gala) making him the president of the class.&lt;br /&gt;· I have a student who is ten years old. They call him, “kuya”.&lt;br /&gt;· I have a student who is aged 6 but has the size of a four year old child.&lt;br /&gt;· Most of my student went to their roofs during the storm, Ondoy.&lt;br /&gt;· I have a student named MILES who keeps on bullying his other classmates.&lt;br /&gt;· I also have a student who keeps on going out and likes to play dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked them to go their groups, my classmate said to me “My heart to heart kami kanina. Tinanong ko kasi siya tungkol kay God sabi niya (Miles, the one who sings and bullies) nasunog yuong bahay nila nuon. Namatay kuya niya, naiwan ata o niligtas sila. Kasama na daw niya ngayon si God. Simula nuon, siya na naging kuya.” And the noisy Miles became silent&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(INTRO: D-Bm-G-A(2x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I wonder how these kids bear this kind of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tila ibon kung lumipad)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our future is in the hands of this generation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sumabay sa hangin, ako’y napatingin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Thus, I wonder how our future will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sa dalagang nababalot ng hiwaga…)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus: Nag aabang sa langit,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I wonder how to teach these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sa mga ulap sumisilip)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such great talent hidden in that school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sa likod ng mga tala, kahil sulyap lang…,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How I wish that this magical girl in heaven hear their prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395756250789185186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SuGTuN7iBqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WUJLK-ZKqRU/s400/darna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Narda)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/6547141283814370815-6615758975006543407?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/6615758975006543407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/10/darna-sana-sila-na-lang-si-ding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/6615758975006543407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/6615758975006543407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/10/darna-sana-sila-na-lang-si-ding.html' title='Darna; sana sila na lang si ding.'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SuGTuN7iBqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WUJLK-ZKqRU/s72-c/darna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-3541849448867706732</id><published>2009-10-17T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:03:44.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipis'/><title type='text'>one night stand with an ipis</title><content type='html'>Gabi nuon. Wala ng tao pero nag co-computer pa rin ako ng biglang ng may napansin akong gumagalaw sa upuan malapit sa akin. Malaki at pula na may pagkabrown. May mahabang antena. IPIS pala! Hindi lang basta-basta ipis ha…. Yung Malaki at LUMILIPAD PA! agad akong tumakbo para kumnin ang insect killer namin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393784091081115026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/StqSDagLBZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IzjLeKq8Evs/s320/Nadz000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPSHHH&lt;br /&gt;SPSHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero nakailang spray na ako at nasa harapan na nga niya ito, HINDI pa rin siya namamatay! Ibinuka niya young pakpak niya at lumipad papunta sa kabila, sa binatana. Sumigaw ako nung lumipad ito kaya nagising tita ko. Inisprayan niya young ipis sa binatana ngunit lumipad ulit ITO sa katabing binatana. Muli, inispray-an niya ulit ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPSHHH&lt;br /&gt;SPSHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at ayun, bumagsak pero buhay pa siya. Naglakad siya papunta sa upuan ko kaya sabi ko “TITA! BILIIIIS!! SPRAY MO PA!” inispray pa niya at nanghina na ito. “Wala na iyan. Patay na iyan” sabi niya pero sabi ko “Ee. Patayin mo pa. Tapakan mo!” tinapakan niya at ayun. Patay na. okay na makatabi ang ipis basta maliit at hindi lumilipad.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos nuon pinatay ko na lahat pati yung computer ko. Except sa isang ilaw malapit sa cr namin. Nag cr ako ng sandali. Enjoy na enjoy ko ang paglabas ko ng hinanakin ko sa aking buhay habang kumakanta ng “I Gotta Feeling”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I Gotta feeling&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling (Whoo!)”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paglabas ko. May napansin akong something sa may ilaw. Napansin ko yun dahil parang may disco. Tinatakpan niya yung liwanag at lumilipat ito. Pagtingin ko sa may ilaw napasabi na lang ako ng “SHIT!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May ipis sa taas! NANAMAN! Nasa itaas siya so meaning…. LUMIPAD SIYA! LUMILIPAD SIYA! Nakatitig lang ako sa kanya. sabi ko “Mommy!” ng medyo malakas pero walang dumating. Hindi ko kasi makuha yuong insect killer naming dahil pagtumakbo ako duon baka lumipad siya sa akin. Lumipad siya muli. Sa may pinto naman naming. Hindi pa rin ako makakilos. Nanduon lang ako sa luob ng banyo. Naglakad siya sa ding-ding papunta na sa akin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393784095660211490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/StqSDrj6fSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/y6r2ghBSLvg/s320/Nadz001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(GREEN: original pathway of ipis, RED: yung pathway na akala ko pupuntahan ng ipis, BLUE: short cut routine ng ipis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kala ko na lalakarin nya lang yung ding-dingpapunta sa kinatatayuan ko. Sumigaw ako para madistract siya kaso mukhang naatract pa siya dun at nag short-cut siya! “Mommy!” hindi ako narinig ni mommy. Lumipad siya sa tapat ng cr namin. Kala ko lalakad muli siya sa ding-ding KASO LUMIPAD SIYA PAPUNTA SA AKIN! Sinarado ko yung pinto agad-agad. ANDYAN NA XA! As if I am in a horror movie. It is so scary. Bumilis ang pagtibok ng puso ko. Nanginginig na ako sa takot because it was my greatest fear. So sure na yun na anduon siya sa pintuan. Eh sa baba ng pintuan ay may butas. So baka pumasok siya duon kaya binasa ko ng tubig yung baba ng dirediretso sabay sigaw. MOMMY! MOMMY! Hininto ko. Kala ko wala na siya. Tahimik na tahimik ang lahat. Kaso….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393784828169195586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/StqSuUXqkEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GdQINpuYuGQ/s320/Nadz004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ganun lang kaliit banyo namin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun na. Unag nagpakita ang kanyang antenna na parang sumilip ang multo pabaliktad! Imagine nyo yun! Yung sa shutter at guradge pa nga lang ay nakakatakot na pano pa kaya yung greatest fear ko. Napa-SHET na lang ako! Dahil PUMASOK NA SIYA! PUMASOK SIYA SA BANYO.&lt;br /&gt;FYI: MALIIT LANG ANG BANYO NAMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I hope you get the picture na I WAS in front of my greatest fear! Parang huminto ng sandali yung oras. NASAHARAPAN KO SIYA AT NAKATINGIN SIYA SAKIN! SUMIGAW NA AKO AS IF THAT I WAS BEING RAPED! One-night stand! Stand lang kami! Hindi ako makagalaw. Nanlamig na ako ng tuluyan na to the point na madami na akong ginagawa pero hindi lumalabas pawis ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuon bang parang nanginginig na may halong tili. It was my first time to scream like that. maiyak-iyak na ako sa takot. Paano yon? Baka lumipad siya sa akin. Palapit ng palapit siya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“AAAHHH!!! MOMMY! MOMEHHHH!!!” &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393784837986307666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/StqSu48PzlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yjnRsM9qPCk/s320/Nadz005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa tabi ko ay may isang malaking timba na puno ng tubig. Kumuha ako ng tubig at binasa ko siya. Nabasa siya kaso nagtago siya sa likod ng enedoro. Parang action movie naman. Yung bang fighting scene na. Kaso baka lumipad siya ng biglaan! Pero nung lumabas na siya, sabay buhos ka sa kanya ng isang tabong puno ng tubig, naagos siya nito at napabaliktad siya. Parang isinuko na ng mga hapon ang bandila nila nuong world war 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my chance! Kinuha ko yung maliit na timba at ipinatung sa kanya, pinisa ko ng unti. Pero alam kong mabubuhay pa siya kaya nilagyan ko ng tubig yung timba gamit ang isa pa naming maliit na timba. Walang lumalabas. Tahimik ang lahat. Hindi ako makalabas dahil natatakot ako na baka makalabas ito ng bigla. Parang horror movie ulit na maya-maya ay may lalabas at hahatakin pababa ang iyong paa. Mahirap makalabas. Basang-basa na young shorts ko dahil nabasa ito habang patuloy ko na binabasa ang ipis. Basang-basa siya so meaning to say, Grabe talaga young ginawa kong self defense para sa isang maliit na bagay. Hinakbangan ko young enedoro naming at tyaka daliang lumabas. Pinatay ang ilaw at pasok sa kwarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hindi mo ba narinig na sumisigaw na ako duon?”&lt;br /&gt;Dalian lumabas si mommy. Titingnan niya sana kung ano young nangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Wala na! may ipis duon”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinalo niya ako at sabi niya “Ipis lang pala!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinalitan ko shorts ko at daliang humiga. Nagkumot at hanggang duon. Nanginginig pa rin ako at mabilis pa rin yung tibok ng puso ko. Tyaka pa lang lumabas yung pawis ko. Takot na takot ako. Hindi ako halos nakatulog. Pagising ko (ako yung unang gumagamit ng banyo) sabi ko sa TAMAD kung katulong na tingnan young ilalim ng maliit na balde. May ipis dun! Tinatamad pa siya. Nakatatlong sabi ako nuon sa kanya. wala daw. Sabi ko Andyan yan. Nakailang sabi ulit ako bago niya tingnan muli. Wala daw. Pero pinagpipilitan ko pa ring meron. Naligo na ako. Ma-l-late na kasi ako. Antenna lang ang nakita ko pero gaya nga ng sabi ng katulong naming. Wala yuong katawan niya. Hindi ako sure duon sapagkat hindi ko na tatangkain pang silipin ang ilalim nito. Hindi ako nakaligo ng maayos. Lumabas agad akong basang-basa at ayun, nagbihis na.&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad news for me, hearing it na wala yung ipis duon. Why? Meaning to say: BUHAY PA SIYA! At ayokong magkaruon ng PART 2 itong blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medyo nagalit ako dahil wala manlang sumaklolo sa akin. Ipis lang yuon. Maliit at hindi ka mamatay dahil duon. BUT that was my greatest fear. Intindihin ko na lang ang lahat ng nangyari. Siguro dahil walang pumunta (sure ako na narinig yun ng TAMAD naming katulong at ni mama) ay para I-overcome ko young fear ko. Nagawan ko siya ng paraan pero I admit that I don’t know if there will be a day na ma i-o-overcome ko yung GREATEST fear ko. Basta ang importante. NAKA SURVIVE AKO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was my one night stand with the ipis.&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/800"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-3541849448867706732?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/3541849448867706732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-night-stand-with-ipis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3541849448867706732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3541849448867706732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-night-stand-with-ipis.html' title='one night stand with an ipis'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/StqSDagLBZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IzjLeKq8Evs/s72-c/Nadz000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-1288164455503965621</id><published>2009-10-08T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:49:43.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muslims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ondoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devil'/><title type='text'>Heaven or Hell's eyes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This video was forwarded to me by Direk Mark of Dahil May Isang Ikaw during our taping which was also forwarded to him. This, I was told, happened in Mindanao last Saturday, September 26, 2009 when our Muslim brothers were doing their morning prayers...... This was the same day when Luzon suffered the wrath of Ondoy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my source link: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=158789000616&amp;amp;ref=share"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=158789000616&amp;amp;ref=share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5f8b740cf808b31c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f8b740cf808b31c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331928225%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77AC1A211AEDD3FD85237B879E7EAE660DB31E90.75A78233025A17AE6C9E18312B2321606ABF9DBC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f8b740cf808b31c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfIRQSbbamfiLrUaoq4sZvHGYtdU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f8b740cf808b31c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331928225%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77AC1A211AEDD3FD85237B879E7EAE660DB31E90.75A78233025A17AE6C9E18312B2321606ABF9DBC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f8b740cf808b31c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfIRQSbbamfiLrUaoq4sZvHGYtdU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-1288164455503965621?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/1288164455503965621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/10/heaven-or-hells-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1288164455503965621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1288164455503965621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/10/heaven-or-hells-eyes.html' title='Heaven or Hell&apos;s eyes?'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7386649509599299483</id><published>2009-10-07T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:29:39.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benjamin button'/><title type='text'>The curious case of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/Ssxte03F0nI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zl-hIRrySIA/s1600-h/200px-Benjamin-Button-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389803230408856178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/Ssxte03F0nI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zl-hIRrySIA/s320/200px-Benjamin-Button-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Category: Movies&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Science Fiction &amp;amp; Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is about the curious case of Benjamin Button and all of this is a total spoiler! Well, it is not the exact story of it. You can read this page but if I were you, I will first watch the movie of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the 3rd periodical test, my classmate and I decided to watch the movie of Brad Pitt entitled “the curious case of Benjamin button”. It was about 1:30 when we reach Trinoma, we first decided to buy a movie ticket. We chose the 3:20 movie and then we ate at Mcdo’s. We sat there for an hour and we then went to the power books to kill some time while waiting for the movie. It was 2:55 so we went back to the cinema and bought some popcorn. I don’t want to spill the beans about the story but I just want to share to you my insights about it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was born under unusual circumstances”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a story of an unwanted child that has an unusual sickness that even a doctor cannot cure. He was found on the stairs of a house that takes care of old people (I think that it’s a center or something). He was found and adopted by a black lady who dreamt of having her own baby someday. At first, she was shocked by the face of the baby because the baby was physically old. For some, it was a monster but for her it was a miracle and soon, she named him Benjamin. As he grows, questions always whispered in his head and answers were very hard to find for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From what he sees, there’s nothing different from the old people that he see inside the center. Big eyeglasses, wheeled chair and all alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Why can’t I walk or play with the other children of my age? Sometimes, I even&lt;br /&gt;sleep alone hearing the house breathe and some old people just like me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;There was an old lady once and she wear fine clothes with jewelries almost&lt;br /&gt;everyday as if someone is going to visit her but the only visitor the visit her&lt;br /&gt;was death. Death was very usual in this house; my mother said that I may not&lt;br /&gt;last long. Sometimes, I play with my little soldier toys all alone. Talking to&lt;br /&gt;it and wishing to answer me someday. My mother’s prayers are soon answered by&lt;br /&gt;God, she was very happy that she could have a baby at last, a real baby with a&lt;br /&gt;skin of a baby and not like mine. Things change when the baby came in our life&lt;br /&gt;and as for me; I’m still the old little fella that you know. Nothing has&lt;br /&gt;change.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He soon finds out his true love but she was too young for him but after some time, they do get along very well. Daisy. Now how can he ever forget those beautiful blue eyes of her? He decided to find some work and go to some places, there, he met many people. Different person, places and experiences. He found happiness through love and passion. He met sadness and pain for the lost of his love one that became part of his life. He then returned to his house seeing daisy again. And then after some time, daisy bear a child but this just frightens Benjamin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Thank God my child was normal not just like me but still I’m afraid that someday, she would know my condition and will be confused. I want her to grow with a happy family and not with a playmate. Soon, daisy would take care not only our child but also me. I left my family with some money and decided to travel the world. Every year, I would write a letter to my child hoping that at 2, I can hear her talk; at 3, I can teach her the basics in piano; at 4, show some pictures of me in some places; at 5, taking you in your first day of school; at 6, helping you in your assignments and in 13, would advised you not to think of boys too much and be a good teacher about love.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then returned to daisy now with the look of a young lad, seeing her with a new husband and seeing his daughter with a curious facial expression ‘who is this guy?’ “Nice to meet you” the daughter said to his ‘father’ or maybe to a total stranger. Years and years, Benjamin grows younger and younger. Daisy then decided to stay at the center for the old ages and there, he takes care of Benjamin. As he grow young, he cannot remember the things that he done, the people he met, the places he went to, the things that he had done and even the people who became part of his life. He died being a baby on the hands of daisy not knowing who was the old woman starring him at before he closed his eyes but deep inside, he knew it very well, he knew love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a long movie but it was “sulit”, I can’t stop crying and the best part was the last part. It was nominated several times in different categories and won several times. The movie starts at 3:20 and ended up at 6:00. It was getting late so we hurried to the jeep pero mahaba ang pila kaya we decided to take the bus, unfortunately, tayuan na un so we waited dun sa isa pang jeep pero ni isang jeep walang dumarating, nakakita kami ng bus na monument… walang nakatayo at may vacant seats pa so we hurried to the opening of the bus terminal then ayun nakasakay na kami. Time check, it was 7:05. One hour den kaming nag antay then nakarating nako sa bahay ng mga 8:00. Sabi nila ilang beses daw tumawag si mami kasi nasa probinsya xa, nag aalala na daw, pati c daddy, 2mawag na din sa classmate ko. Di ko kasi dinala ung phone ko kasi wala naming load un eh pero now I realize how important was I to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all parents out there, you are lucky to grow old together with your child. Unlike Benjamin, he chooses to leave his family just for the sake of his daughter. He was not able to do the role of being a parent in fact; his daughter didn’t know him until he died. It was very sad for him seeing other person do the thing that he must do. He must be the one beside her telling bed time stories when she can’t sleep and not other man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all daughters and son, please be thankful that you have a chance to know your parents, to experience their love and sufferings just for you. Time is fast and we cannot control it. Life is to be understood backward but we must live it forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The case of Benjamin Button was very curious. Curious is a curious word. One of the definitions is "eager to know". Mysteries come in or life especially when something’s wrong. Sometimes somebody needs to pretend so that everybody will listen (do you understand? I guess most of you don’t.). life doesn’t agree with us all the time. Sometimes we’re down and sometimes, answers are always running away from us but sometimes we get the things that we like but never thank God for having it so why criticize God about not having a good life? God does delays but never forgets. There’s always a reason why some things happen and maybe that reason is for you not to know again, because of some reason. Curious, isn’t it?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7386649509599299483?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7386649509599299483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/10/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7386649509599299483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7386649509599299483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/10/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='The curious case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/Ssxte03F0nI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zl-hIRrySIA/s72-c/200px-Benjamin-Button-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8323608894338492573</id><published>2009-10-07T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:21:16.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men Origins: Wolverine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugh jackman'/><title type='text'>X-Men Origins: Wolverine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsxrkL3xWUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Dt-SbTLmRLM/s1600-h/404px-Wolverineteaserposter-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389801123461814594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsxrkL3xWUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Dt-SbTLmRLM/s320/404px-Wolverineteaserposter-a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right, this one is not in the cinema yet so if you're wondering how was I able to watch this is because I BORROWED a pirated DVD from our driver. Actually, I support movies by watching them on cinemas or by buying an original DVD copy of it but since that I don't have enough money to buy it and couldn't wait to watch Ryan Reynolds in the movie so I have no choice but to take the offer of temptation. Anyways, the first part was awesome because Ryan Reynolds was there and on how he slays the bullets using his sword but I got dismay when I saw the ropes on his waist that is not supposedly be seen. And when Will use his invisibility power, you can clearly see the cut that was made in the movie. And I became more dismay when I realize that Ryan Reynolds is only included in the first part of the movie and that's all. But when I am watching the climax of the movie, I became much more dismay to see the effects that I saw that must not be seen. What I mean is that the effects is no more like computer that supposedly to be a real one, the buildings, the magic, the ropes which is used by the artist to fly and everything. Some of the GDI are not yet complete and not yet edited but I think that the movie I watched is just a draft, it's not yet finished so I think that that's what you'll experience when you watched a pirated movie. The movie tells about the story before we met Wolverine (Hugh Jackman plays the role) . On how he experienced love, anger and to see who's he's real friends are. All in all, the movie was great! From the costumes to the artists, the powers, make-ups and everything (except for the effects) but I promise you that your time and money will not be wasted in watching this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: RYAN REYNOLDS WAS SOOO COOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8323608894338492573?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8323608894338492573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/10/x-men-origins-wolverine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8323608894338492573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8323608894338492573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/10/x-men-origins-wolverine.html' title='X-Men Origins: Wolverine'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsxrkL3xWUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Dt-SbTLmRLM/s72-c/404px-Wolverineteaserposter-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-322333969557569605</id><published>2009-09-30T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:16:16.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ondoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ondoy; who&apos;s to blame?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angat dam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue'/><title type='text'>Ondoy; who's to blame?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sept.25, Friday. Our teacher asked us if we want to schedule our field trip for tomorrow (Saturday) since there is no time but we decline the offer. We have lots of things to do and we’re not prepare for the said event and we’re not even excited about it even our field trip’s gonna be on Pampanga. (Some are excited and that includes Jan Yorenz Zablan) So the head decided to reschedule our field trip on November or December. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387486929315846338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQy0W3uWMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bNBlSiDsVpY/s320/baha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sept. 26, Saturday. A typhoon Ondoy strucked the Philippines particularly Cainta and Tanay Rizal also Marikina City, Bulacan, Pasig, Laguna and guess what? Pampanga! Thank God our field trip was resched. If not, then you’ll be seeing us above our school bus looking the sky and trying to call some rescuers and trying to ask for help. It’s a non-stop flood which reached almost 5 ft in height in some of the areas in Luzon. So Jaja (Jan), do you still want to go?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it is already mixed in the blood of human and it is already applied in our brains that when some things went wrong, to find a solution to that. We need to track down from the very beginning and blame some body even if she/he didn’t meant the things that had happened. Now, aside from Akon, who he said that we could put the blame on him, to the said incident; who’s to blame? I have listed some of the the must blame things/people para hindi na kayo mahirapang maghanap kung sino ang sisisihin ninyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. MMDA chief Bayani Fernando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Metro Manila Development Authority (MMDA) chairman Bayani Fernando bear the blame for the massive flooding that hit the National Capital Region (NCR) over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;In an interview, BF said the responsibility of enhancing Metro Manila's flood control system falls on his shoulders as MMDA chief. "&lt;em&gt;Blame it on me&lt;/em&gt; kaysa sisihin pa natin ang Diyos&lt;em&gt;. It's up to them what they want to do with me but I will not resign as MMDA chairman,"&lt;/em&gt; he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387486919883470658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQyzzu3t0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PskIMVNTqho/s320/ondoy-typhoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also said government officials in areas affected by the floods should also be included in the blame since they didn’t guarantee the safety of their citizens. He said the increase in infrastructure in every city takes a fee on the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Government&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what Bayani Fernando said, government officials should also take part of the blame and thus here it is.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, a photo of Mikey Arroyo (son of the President) taken that day in his local liquor store, choosing between expensive bottles of alcohol; they said that the said picture was not true but I have a doubt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387486911067697282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQyzS5BsII/AAAAAAAAAEs/qsIxQ3lkOGQ/s320/mikey-arroyo-at-the-drinks-counter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture link: &lt;a href="http://www.ellentordesillas.com/?p=7452"&gt;http://www.ellentordesillas.com/?p=7452&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, opposition representative Teofisto Guingona, citing government audits said that President Gloria Arroyo had violated Philippines budget laws by spending the entire annual $16 million national emergencies fund on her frequent, and very often extravagant foreign trips. (She has been on an average 6 foreign trips a year since becoming President in 2001.) But as we see now, Gloria helped the victims of the flood and opened Malacanang Palace for the victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, The rescuers. People also blame the rescuers for coming out late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People! We all encountered the typhoon here in Luzon. Please don’t blame them for coming late; there are floods everywhere in Metro Manila and it isn’t that easy to get into your place especially when the flood reaches above your head. It is even reported that two soldiers die while doing the rescue operation. Let us pray and thank them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Angat Dam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angat Lake created by the Angat dam is the main potable water supply source of the Metro Manila Area. However this water when in over abundance, due to very heavy rainfall, is also the cause of widespread flooding, deaths, and accompanying misery affecting not only the provinces of Bulacan and Pampanga but also the whole Metro Manila. This happens every time the dam water reaches its maximum height and the spilled water races down through the gullies and streams to the east of the dam and this rampaging water joins the water of the Marikina river system multiplying the floodwater volume of the Marikina River system thereby causing rapid increase in the volume of floodwater in the Marikina Valley. This happens every time very heavy rains overfill the Angat water reservoir. The solution to this problem is the construction of water diversion/power generation tunnels to divert excess water towards the east emptying into the Pacific Ocean. It will also generate power. It is not enough that the excess water is emptied into the heavily populated areas, i.e., Bulacan, Pampanga area, Marikina Valley, as it definitely will cause multiple death and destruction downstream. Diverting the excess water to the east will save so many lives as the east side is relatively sparsely populated and at the same time generate power for electricity. The Government of the Republic of the Philippines must consider this as a permanent solution to the recurring problem of flooding in the central Luzon area and Metro Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I’m sorry for encroaching into your space but I do not know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;Please think about the opinion I expressed above. You may freely share this&lt;br /&gt;thought with your friends, hoping that someday, the people criminally&lt;br /&gt;responsible for the release of Angat dam water, on the morning of 26&lt;br /&gt;September 2009, shall face the bar of justice. An in-depth study and analysis of&lt;br /&gt;google maps and wikimapia maps will prove my point. A short helicopter trip&lt;br /&gt;tracing the path of the floodwaters will verify this matter. The evidence left&lt;br /&gt;by the rampaging flood water will trace it back to its source and is difficult&lt;br /&gt;to erase."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.makli.com/ondoy-typhoon-008120/"&gt;http://www.makli.com/ondoy-typhoon-008120/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t know but according to my research. It seems that what happened to Angat Dam is dreadful but it is better in comparison if the water would not be released. It would take Luzon down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There they are. The top three to blame in our list, but oops! It seems like Ondoy didn’t agree to what we listed. It seems like its telling us that there’s something else missing and our list is still incomplete. Want to know who’s gonna make our list complete?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God doesn’t want this to happen to the world and to us. This is what we want to happen to us. We cut down trees, we build factories that release some unwanted elements, we throw things every where like we’re calling upon pollution to stay and to sleep beside us. Blame must put upon our shoulders and even we refuse to that accusation, nature has its evidence and what we are experiencing now is enough proof that we are guilty of it but blaming doesn’t get you off your roof and onto dry land and it doesn’t find your missing relatives and restore the dead to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The eerie feeling in Manila right now is more than blame, it is mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other side, At least we have some good pictures to post in this article. We called up to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GMA hotline and that is 9811950 and lucky I, Aljur Abrenica (also from Pampanga) answered the phone. I asked some questions about donations and he asked me for my informations “Ilang taon na po si ma’am? (How old are you?) ” I answered “Fifteen po!” He giggled with a hint of surprise. “Wow! Fifteen! Okay, now for the donations go to this…” &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387486902194708194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQyyx1inuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IkHEPO4VS-Y/s320/fds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of our pictures in GMA foundation in Tandang Sora which we opt to be one of those volunteer who repacks the clothes which our kababayans donated (Actually, we supposed to go to ABS-CBN but unfortunately, their warehouse is already full so we decided to go to GMA instead). We even saw Kiko from Survivor Philippines batch one and yeah. He’s the one with the dread locks (not Goldylocks) haired muscular guy. I even got the chance to talk to him. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the chance to take a picture of him since it was very embarrassing when you see people are there to help the victims of the typhoon and you see me there, just taking a picture with a castaway. I was also captured by the lenses of the camera man. I don’t know when it will be shown. Maybe it’s a flash report or something but who knows, maybe I’ll be discovered as a Marian Rivera substitute for Darna someday and not as Nadine. Nadine Samonte for babaeng impakta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may include Philippines as the most populated, dirties, poor country but at least please include us in the most helpful people having the hospitality attitude towards our kababayan even if they are in other country, they still find ways to help their country men. And that’s the Filipino spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another storm comes. Ondoy is a typhoon that has a power that is equivalent to one month of rain. Its that powerful. Let's set aside our angers and unite to help our kababayans who is homeless. Let us pray and thank the people who has the heart to help the people who are in sorrow. Let's donate and plant some trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a climate change bro!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-322333969557569605?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/322333969557569605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/09/ondoy-whos-to-blame.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/322333969557569605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/322333969557569605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/09/ondoy-whos-to-blame.html' title='Ondoy; who&apos;s to blame?'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQy0W3uWMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bNBlSiDsVpY/s72-c/baha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8650005945976764950</id><published>2009-09-30T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:31:11.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21st century'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black eyed peas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor swiff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i gotta feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2ne1'/><title type='text'>My Current LSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/773"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/774"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have listened down my top 5 current song syndromes and the first on my list is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 guns by Green Day.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387474526730531106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQnibo9MSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lKeoxEsmkaY/s320/BKNF9CAOH53J4CAP6U7D7CA2ZEPOBCAQ0T710CAGAG9WZCA3X8B1VCAEBUY7DCA6UQ81OCAPJ3U1VCAB40JLWCALWYMRMCA7B2CVDCANIASEPCA3B2C9ECAT7X34VCAGZLRMCCARLRIATCANHUUNACA3GU6TD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second single from there album 21st century breakdown. My very recent syndrome. At first, I find it a boring song like “who would compose a song like that”. I first heard it from our &lt;img style="WIDTH: 1px; HEIGHT: 4px" class="gl_quote" border="0" alt="Blockquote" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" width="1" height="4" /&gt;neighbor’s radio and then in our intramurals at our school. It was played again and again and again until the song sung in my head! I can’t get over it! I searched for the lyrics of it and also the music video. I got so addicted to it! I got to realize and notice the lyrics of it. I have to say that it’s meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do you know what’s worth fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;When it’s not worth dying&lt;br /&gt;for?”&lt;br /&gt;One 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fightOne, 21 gunsThrow&lt;br /&gt;up your arms into the sky, you and I” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It’s not that EMO for it addresses not only to people who’s depressed and to a fallen soldier, but also to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second was &lt;strong&gt;I Gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387474535064584402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQni6r8wNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KxH2NwhuQ94/s320/black_eyed_peas-i_gotta_feeling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sunday and I was scanning for something to watch when I stopped at Studio 23. It was the UAAP cheer dance competition and I found it very interesting. I watched it ‘til the very end until I come up with their last performance. It was a dance which two representative of each school perform together with the others in the song. I found the lyrics quit interesting for it is the only lyrics at the beginning of the song that is repeated trice. I sang it for, I think, a day in our classroom. I don’t know. The lyrics just came out to my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I gotta feeling... That tonight's gonna be a good nightthat tonight's gonna&lt;br /&gt;be a good nightthat tonight's gonna be a good good night”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congrats to FEU for getting the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third was &lt;strong&gt;Lollipop by 2NE1 and Big Bang&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387475688327190978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQomC7LmcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QcwXEwRvSGw/s320/6a0109d07da422000e011018105af5860f-500pi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nobody by wonder girls comes another Korean song. I just fell in love with this song because after hearing it a hundred times before I go to bed, I realize that there was a certain voice that couldn’t get out of my head. (Aside from Sandara's pitchy voice). I watched the MV of it “again” and I searched for the name of that certain person by asking my kpop addict friends and found out that it was G-DRAGON, the leader of Big Bang. I just like his pronunciations and on how he sings plus his good looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nah! That’s not how we do it!” “Lolli lolli lollipop dalgomhage&lt;br /&gt;dagawa&lt;br /&gt;Lolli lolli lollipop naege soksakyeojwo&lt;br /&gt;Lolli lolli lollipop&lt;br /&gt;sanggeumhage dagawa&lt;br /&gt;Lolli lolli lollipop jigeum wonhajanha&lt;br /&gt;Lolli lolli&lt;br /&gt;lollipop Oh neon naui lollipop&lt;br /&gt;lolli lolli lollipop oh lolli pop pop&lt;br /&gt;Lolli&lt;br /&gt;lolli lollipop Oh neon naui lollipop&lt;br /&gt;lolli lolli lollipop oh lolli pop&lt;br /&gt;pop”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Btw, congrats to his new album despite of the plagiarism thingy, he still hit the music bank of Korea! He’ll be performing two solo concerts this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, &lt;strong&gt;Paparazzi by Lady GaGa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387474522689757810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQniMlj4nI/AAAAAAAAADs/7zPs1g2tc_U/s320/w_lady_gaga_295171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened on how I became addicted to 21 guns. This was also played a hundred times in our intrams. I got to know lady gaga when I saw her name on Adam Lambert’s myspace. I thought that she was a Filipina (gaga- Filipino word) but no. she wasn’t. Then after that, her music reached the Philippines and became a hit song and one of the most requested. She even performed a concert here. Thought that she would never capture my taste in music but I was wrong. I was captured by her music net dragging me towards her other songs like love game, let’s dance and poker face. Worst, I got hypnotized by it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me, Papa-paparazzi,Baby&lt;br /&gt;there's no other superstar you know that I’ll be your Papa-paparazziPromise I’ll&lt;br /&gt;be kind, but I won't stop until that boy is mine,Baby you'll be famous chase you&lt;br /&gt;down until you love me, Papa-paparazzi”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gaga over lady GAGA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;You belong with me by Taylor Swiff&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387476382727364306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQpOdxFXtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/amFYJGkxsMw/s320/TaylorSwift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hit song from this teenage singer, Taylor Swiff, invades not only my world but the whole world. I really like the music video of this. See that Kanye West, she deserves the title! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She wears high heels, I wear sneakersShe's Cheer Captain and I'm on the&lt;br /&gt;bleachersDreaming about the day when you wake up and findThat what you're&lt;br /&gt;looking for has been here the whole timeIf you could see that I'm the one who&lt;br /&gt;understands youBeen here all along, so why can't you see?You belong with&lt;br /&gt;me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8650005945976764950?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8650005945976764950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-current-lss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8650005945976764950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8650005945976764950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-current-lss.html' title='My Current LSS'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQnibo9MSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lKeoxEsmkaY/s72-c/BKNF9CAOH53J4CAP6U7D7CA2ZEPOBCAQ0T710CAGAG9WZCA3X8B1VCAEBUY7DCA6UQ81OCAPJ3U1VCAB40JLWCALWYMRMCA7B2CVDCANIASEPCA3B2C9ECAT7X34VCAGZLRMCCARLRIATCANHUUNACA3GU6TD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-3489372156241097173</id><published>2009-09-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:23:20.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corazon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09/09/09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wilie reviliame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wowowee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquino'/><title type='text'>09/09/09 (late post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQgh8XJqNI/AAAAAAAAACs/kkBcK0VZoV0/s1600-h/5575fc76df636544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387466821752957138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQgh8XJqNI/AAAAAAAAACs/kkBcK0VZoV0/s320/5575fc76df636544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the death of Francis Magalona, Michael Jackson, comes the death of Corazon Aquino (same thing happened to Francis M., because of cancer) and now Ernie (RIP to all of them). They say that when you die, your spirit (not sure if it’s soul) stays here on earth for 40 days before it truly vanished. September, 09 2009. The day has arrived for Mrs. Corazon Aquino to be completely with her creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born, year 1994, in the year when Fidel Ramos was the president. I know nothing about this Corazon Aquino, Marcos, People Power and everything until the day when the people of the Philippine revolt against Joseph Estrada. Then there, the people called it as the People Power 2. I asked my mom “why?, why 2 and not 1? Is this not the first time?” then that was the time when I get to met Corazon Aquino. I became curious about “people power” since I never experienced it. I just saw it and understand how scary was it from the movie “Dekada 70” starring Vilma Santos and Piolo Pascual and from what my mom had told me “nakakatakot yun. Makikita mo yuong mga tangke nakakalat , maya-maya nandiyan na. yung mga tao pati kami hindi lumalabas, nagtatago sa mga bahay nila dito sa Manila. Swerte mo, di ka pa pinanganak nuon.” (“it was very scary. You’ll see all the tanks scattered here and there in Manila and people were hiding to their houses as if there are some bombs everywhere. Lucky for you not to experienced that.”) I became even curious especially about the (still) unsolved case of Ninoy Aquino’s assassination but above all the negative things that I’ve heard, I was inspired by Ninoy Aquino’s wife. On how she continued the fight and unfinished business and journey of her beloved husband, on how accept and face the most powerful man in our country that time, on how she balance herself as a mother and a father to her children and as a mother to the country. This is Mrs. Corazon Aquino who later became the president of the Republic of the Philippines. She had made a history and become the history itself. Not only for becoming the first woman president in the Philippines but also on how she changed the lives of many Filipinos. She have proven to us that an ordinary house wife and an ordinary Filipino citizen can make a difference and a change one’s life too. If the Filipinos are proud to call themselves as “I am Ninoy” for ninoy was an icon for bravery and heroism, thus we must also say “I am Cory” for being an icon of democracy and an inspiration to other Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that’s a girl power! She may be with her creator now but for us Filipinos, she will always be in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, her son, NoyNoy Aquino will be running for President because many and almost majority of the Filipinos wanted him to become to and if Kris would run for the presidency, she will win via Landslide. Let us first think about this, when Noynoy was running for senator, he never even became a part of the top five most wanted senators. I’m not being a judgmental here but I was just trying to say that if we really want him to become the president who’ll lead us to a good future, let us vote them not because of their parents but because of their ability to lead. Noynoy Aquino has given the right morals by his parents and I know that he has a good heart but let us remember that this qualities aren’t enough to be a good leader and let us also remember that even thou the Aquinos have the same blood, they are still different from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the issue about WOWOWEE host Willie Reviliame, tama naman yung sinabi niya. May point siya kaso sana nga sinabi niya ito sa likod ng cam dahil HINDI ANG DATING PRESIDENTE ANG NABASTOS kundi ang …. . Nasuspende tuloy siya pero I think hindi natin dapat pinalaki ng ganun ung issue. If Mrs. C. Aquino is still alive, do you think that she’ll be happy that there are people na nagaaway dahil sa kanya? Gosh. Let us at least respect her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-3489372156241097173?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/3489372156241097173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909-late-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3489372156241097173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3489372156241097173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909-late-post.html' title='09/09/09 (late post)'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SsQgh8XJqNI/AAAAAAAAACs/kkBcK0VZoV0/s72-c/5575fc76df636544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-8017775280193204736</id><published>2009-09-06T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:43:58.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call center agent'/><title type='text'>nadine deals with a call center agent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SqS16x7-Z7I/AAAAAAAAACM/sJuJHqmMBIQ/s1600-h/callcenteragent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378623876429146034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SqS16x7-Z7I/AAAAAAAAACM/sJuJHqmMBIQ/s320/callcenteragent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala kaming internet connection for a week so I call up myDsl to help me fix the problem. Madaming pinagawa saakin ung agent. Sabi niya I direct contact ko yung ganito sa ganito. I restart ko daw yung computer and then blah-blah. In the end, tinawagan ulit nila ako and they said that: “ma’am, yung WiFi nyo po yung may problema. Nagpasearch ako sa classmate ko to find the number of our Wifi. I call up Linksys (the brand of our wifi) and then an agent talk to me. She was very slang in English. She asked me “What’z your name mem (ma’am)?”&lt;br /&gt;*say it as you read it.&lt;br /&gt;“Nadine Bernardino miss,…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our chat goes on. Dumugo ang ilong ko sa kanya. Grabe yung English. Aaminin ko, I can’t handle her! I can even hear a guy, another agent, saying to his costumer: “no ma’am! Shut it dewn… yes, kindly shut it dewn (down) please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ako napapaenglish na din ako dahil sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent: how many computerz dough (do) you have?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: we have two, two computers. One is a PC and the other one is a laptop&lt;br /&gt;(di ako nagpatalo)&lt;br /&gt;Agent: owkay mem, let me just check your IP address.&lt;br /&gt;Ako: wait, where will I find it? Kasi dalawa yung nakalagay dito.&lt;br /&gt;Aganet: the upper one mem&lt;br /&gt;Ako: ah, ito bang ….&lt;br /&gt;Agent: yes, mem. That one.&lt;br /&gt;Ako: ah eto oh…. Then, anu nang gagawin?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: wait mem, owkay, gow to this site…&lt;br /&gt;Ako: panu un eh wala nga kaming connection?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: now (no) mem, it is espezially made for our cuztomerz.&lt;br /&gt;Ako: ah okay. Wait.&lt;br /&gt;Agent: how iz it doing mem?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: still loading pa siya eh&lt;br /&gt;Agent: owkey&lt;br /&gt;Ako: okay na, san ako pupunta?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: click on the staytus mem&lt;br /&gt;Ako: huh? Saan?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: on the upper right mem, the staytus mem&lt;br /&gt;Ako: ah! STATUS! Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Agent: (nag pause ng sandal) yez mem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natagalan ang pag uusap naming dahil di ko siya ganuong maintindihan. I almost give up kasi kakaiba ung English niya. NAKAKADUGO talaga. I mean, ang arte ng pagkakasabi at the same time parang masyadong OA sa English at nung nahirapan na talaga kami at nung patapos na yung pag uusap naming. Nagtagalog siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako:.. so kukuha kami ng bago?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: yez mem&lt;br /&gt;Ako: pano ko I u-upgrade?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: a.. genito na… na leng po. Pumunta po keyo duon po, duon.. sa… sa… site na binigay ko tapos po ko-kopyahen niyo po young nakalagay duon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost give up nung kinausap ko siya the first time but knowing her weakness(di makapagsalita ng diretsong tagalong) made me feel strong! Bwahaha! Yung pala ha! Pa English-english pa siya! Kaya pala! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s important to know other languages especially English but let us first know OUR language. Nakakahiya ngang hindi ka makapagsalita ngh English pero mas nakakahiya naman na taga dito ka sa Pinas eh hindi ka naman marunong magsalita ng tagalong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buti pa si pacman, hindi man slang sa english, atleast marunong naman magsalita both english at tagalog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378626330804433186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SqS4JpMpMSI/AAAAAAAAACU/cTqirLwM7_4/s320/MANNY%2520PACQUIAO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;masakit yan, maga sa luob, parang taling nagkapilipit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sino ang mas nakakahiya sa aming dalawa?&lt;br /&gt;Be the judge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a month, meron na kaming internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-8017775280193204736?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/8017775280193204736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/09/nadine-deals-with-call-center-agent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8017775280193204736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/8017775280193204736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/09/nadine-deals-with-call-center-agent.html' title='nadine deals with a call center agent'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SqS16x7-Z7I/AAAAAAAAACM/sJuJHqmMBIQ/s72-c/callcenteragent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-950850448914635991</id><published>2009-09-06T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:17:19.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>what will you do if you lose a 500 bill?</title><content type='html'>Saturday nuon at yun yung day kung saan lumalabas kami ni dad with my sibblings. Naglaro sila dun sa bagong palaruan sa SM Annex sa 3rd floor mas mahal siya kung para sa “Kids at work” pero dahil gustong maglaro ng mga kapatod ko dun edi umoo na lang si daddy. Katxt ko yung dati kung classmate. Actually, ayoko talaga siyang makatext pero dahil nag hi siya sa akin at may load ako kaya  nag text back ako kasi baka namimiss na niya ako (yikee) FYI: BABAE YUN! Dahil one hour pa naman yung mga kapatid ko sa palaruan ako sabi ko sa daddy ko kung pwede ba akong umutang muna ng 200 pesos tiyaka bibili na din ako ng materials para sa wire na project namin sa MAPEH ko . he gave me P500 at pumunta ako sa 2nd floor kung saan may bagong bukas na book store “best book” ata ung store. Ayoko talaga ng may katext or nag ttext pag naglalakad kasi baka manakaw cellphone ko kaya on the way, sabi ko na t-text ko na lang siya, nasa mall kasi ako pero ang totoo wala na talaga akong balak I-text siyang muli (you’re so mean!) hawakhawak ko ang 500 bill hanggang sa pagbaba ko ng eskalator. Itinupi ko ng itinupi ito hanggang maging maliit na piraso ng papel na lang siya nung nasa books store ako tinago ko ito sa aking bulsa. Bibili sana ako ng Count of Montecristo kaso naaliw ako sa mga books. Lahat tiningnan ko. Nakita k9o ung Seriries of Unfortunate events #12 kaso tumataginting na 399 pesos ito kaya di ko na lang binili. Napunta ako sa mga biography books. Andun yung book about sa biography ni Mother Teresa, Martin Luther king jr. at iba pa. may babaeng dumaan sa likod ko, tiningnan niya ang kapitan sino ni Bob Ong at tiningnan ko din. Umalis na siya. Sa gitna may upuan kung saan pwede kang magbasa. May lalaki,  nagkasalubong kami ng tingin at wala, dedma lang tapos may mga books pa akong nakita. Kinuha ko ang 500 bill ko, bibili sana ako ng book na magkakasiya sa 200. “Kapitan sino” san yung bibilhin ko kaso OMG! Wala sa bulsa ko yung 500! Hinugot ko ung cellphone ko kasabay ng panyo, pinagpag ko ito at wala pa rin. Tiningnan ko pa yung ibang bulsa ko, wala! Yung t-shirt ko at pants, baka naipit kung saan pero wala! Bumalik ako sa mga dinaan ko at sa mga books na tiningnan ko, wala pa rin, tiningnan ko ung bulsa ko ulit pero wala talga. Kinabahan nako. DIG-DIG DIG-DIG. “wait! Wag ka munang magpanic, nasa bulsa mo lang yan eh” sabi ko sa sarili ko, nakailang tinging at hugot ako sa bulsa ko pero wala talaga. “kay daddy pa naman yun, anung sasabihin ko? Ah alam ko ganito na lang, sasabihin ko na:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: oh, asan na yung pinamili mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: wala eh pero akin na muna ung 500 baka may makita ako sa main mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun na lang tas papalitan ko na lang pagdating ko sa bahay pero 500 yun! Baka ito yung sinasabi nilang gang na nag hihipnotize, pero hindi naman aako kinausap nang kung sino man. Baka ito yung lalaki tiyaka yung babaeng tumabi sa akin. Baka magkasabwat sila”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan yung naisip ko, tiningnan ko ulit ung lalaki pero hindi siya tumungin, nagbabasa kasi siya tiyaka hindi naman siya mukang magnanakaw. Panay pa rin yung kapkap ko sa bulsa ko at tingin sa sahig. Malinis ang sahig walang bahid ng 500 peso bill. Panay tingin sakin ng guard kaya pinuntahan ko na lang at sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: “Excuse me po, may nakita po ba kayong 500 pesos?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guard: “naku! Wala, san mo nawala?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako:”kasi nasabulsa ko lang yun kanina tas nung pagpasok ko po dito nawala na”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: “hala”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh tinawag siya nung babae, may tawag daw siya. Umalis muna ako at pumunta sa may eskalator. Ang dami-daming taong dumadaan kada segundo, siguro may nakapulot na nuon. Bumalik ako sa bookstore, hindi pa rin ako nawalan ng pag-asa. Hinawakan ko lahat ng librong kinuha ko kasi baka nakaipit dun sabay kap-kap sa bulsa ko. Tiningnan ko yung pinaka dulo ng bulsa ko, AYUN! NANDUON PALA SA PINAKASULOK NG BULSA KO! Tinupi-tupi ko pala siya ng napakaliit kaya hindi ko nakapa agad. Para hindi naman ako mapahiya sa guard ang sabi ko with a smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: oh! Nakita mo na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: opo, nanduon pa nakaipit sa isang libro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: sayang yan. Ingatan mo na lang sa susunod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: sige po. Thank you po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agad-agad akong pumunta sa main mall para bumili ng gamit ko para sa project dahil kinabahan na talaga ako baka mawala na naman yung 500 ni daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa susunod, hindi na talaga ako makikipag text sa mga ‘di ko kavibes at lalung-lalo na sa mall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-950850448914635991?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/950850448914635991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-will-you-do-if-you-lose-500-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/950850448914635991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/950850448914635991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-will-you-do-if-you-lose-500-bill.html' title='what will you do if you lose a 500 bill?'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-1620859646254933055</id><published>2009-07-29T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:37:31.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary Valenciano'/><title type='text'>reflect</title><content type='html'>"A diabetic has an average life span up to 30 yrs. old.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm 30. Miracles do happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gary Valenciano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracales don't just come when you need it. You have to do something and not wait for something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my shortest entry so far, please reflect on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-1620859646254933055?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/1620859646254933055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1620859646254933055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/1620859646254933055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflect.html' title='reflect'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-3365775996142877288</id><published>2009-07-29T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:32:06.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandara park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colonial mentality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freddie aguilar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2ne1'/><title type='text'>Colonial Mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SnBPO0CafAI/AAAAAAAAACE/-leaK4DLKm8/s1600-h/3418863409_cf1486a944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874272103791618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SnBPO0CafAI/AAAAAAAAACE/-leaK4DLKm8/s320/3418863409_cf1486a944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Based from my &lt;a href="http://nadzine.multiply.com/journal/item/54/confession_Im_a_NERD_and_im_ADDICTED_to_it"&gt;last addiction&lt;/a&gt;, kibum who was a member of Super Junior subjugated my mind not only him and his group but also to the other artists and band of South Korea. I played SORRY SORRY of super junior while I was reviewing and now, before I go to sleep, I played NOBODY by wonder girls and it still keeps on playing into my mind even at school or at the jeep. Even our yaya sing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my addiction as of now is the girl group 2NE1 from South Korea which includes our pambansang krung-krung; Sandara Park! (Well to kibum, I don’t know what happened to him but don’t worry, I still support suju!) well I must admit that when she is still in the SCQ, I admire her for being beautiful and funny and surprisingly, she made it and became the 1st runner up even if she’s criticized for being a Rainier Castillo (not talented). Well I was surprised too because it’s amazingly how she defeats the other contestant which is Roxanne G., Joross Gamboa and Melissa Ricks who’s or rather “are” ,I think talented than her. I watched one of her movies, Can this be love with Hero Angeles and her acting was kinda force or what we called “pilit” and “OA”. But I can understand that she’s trying her best to speak Tagalog and to act. Same as with her other two movies, D’ lucky ones and Super Noypi and how I wished that she didn’t post her body on FHM (well, nagsalita ang payat!). To think, masyado siyang nacritisize dito sa Pinas then now that she is very famous (not only in south Korea but also in USA and in other countries as well) we Filipinos are claiming that she loves Filipino people, she start here in the Philippines (both are correct) and She’s a Filipino (okay…). Well we must be proud of her somehow because she sang her only single here in the Philippines, her “IN or OUT”, in a concert or something in Korea. Their song, FIRE, rank 1st to MNET’s hit chart, in cyworld and even in MYX.ph. Their music video was also featured in PerezHilton’s blog! She is now love not by many Filipinos but all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same situation happened in Charice Pempengco. She joined a contest here in the Philippines but nung nadiscover siya sa ibang bansa, dun lang natin siya na recognize. Is it because of Colonial Mentality? Kung hindi pa sila sumikat sa ibang bansa di natin sila papansinin. Pag sinabing “RAP” para satin, corny yan pero pag may sumikat na rapper sa ibang bansa na Pinoy, sure ako na no. 1 yan sa hit chart natin. Hindi ko alam kung inaadmire natin sila dahil nakakapag bigay karangalan sila sa ating bayan or dahil maganda talaga yung kanta nila (kasi ang alam ko nagiging maganda lang ung kanta nila pag sumikat sa ibang bansa) Well syempre para “in” ka din. Para masabing mayaman ka or edukada or mas angat sa iba pag ina-adopt mo yung ibang culture. Para maging “sosyal” ba. I must agree somehow to what Freddie Aguilar had said not to Charice or to Arnel but to the singers and to us, "ikaw, pilipino ka pero bakit banyaga kinakanta mo?", "kayo ang nagpatawag sa sarili niyong unggoy (why? coz what u see is what u get) dahil gaya-gaya kayo?"gaya-gaya tayo hindi nga ba? We know that we could remake anything like songs or dramas pero parang wala pa akong nakikitang kantang Tagalog na renimake or nagging no.1 sa ibang bansa. (Except for papaya and the old song of Christian bautista, can’t remember the title for it was old. Oh and plus the Black Eye Peas :D ). Yung issue about kay manny pacman, well I could agree to what ka Freddie had said to him na why not speak Tagalog? May magt-translate naman siguro ng sinasabi niya tiyaka hindi naman tayo siguro mapapahiya kung magsasalita tayo ng Tagalog sa buong mundo kesa naman yung pinagtatawanan siya. Di ba? Anu pang silbi ng mga translator? Now you know! (di ako uma-agree sa mga iba pang sinabi ni Freddie except for those that I have mentioned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“eh ikaw Nadine, bat English ung ginagamit mo na words sa mga blogs mo?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because para hindi lang ikaw ang makakaintindi ng sinasabi ko, siya din pati buong mundo. Kung &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mapapansin niyo, wala masiyadong malalalim na word sa mga blog ko. Hindi sa hindi ko alam yung mga words na un kundi para madali siyang maintindihan. Medium English lang ba. Para malaman ng tao kung anu ba talaga yung sinasabi mo para hindi ka ma misinterpret. Mas maganda na yung malinaw diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What? I can’t understand what you’re saying! – Sandara Park&lt;br /&gt;Nasapilipinas tayo kaya’t magsasalita ako ng Tagalog hangga’t sa gusto ko- Hero Angeles”&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of: Can this be Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-3365775996142877288?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/3365775996142877288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/07/colonial-mentality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3365775996142877288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/3365775996142877288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/07/colonial-mentality.html' title='Colonial Mentality'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/SnBPO0CafAI/AAAAAAAAACE/-leaK4DLKm8/s72-c/3418863409_cf1486a944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-7556783022581726889</id><published>2009-07-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:42:29.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice age 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imax'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I supposed to bring my eyeglass but I did not. I wore glasses. I brought my jacket not because of the weather condition but because of something colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, shobe, cj and I watched the Ice Age 3: dawn of the dinosaurs. It is just one out of 12 cinemas of SM. We arrive 6:20pm at the mall and the movie would start at 6:50 so we hurried to the ticket booth but unfortunately it was a mile before you could get to the ticket booth for so many people are on the line! Craving for movies. Why? Because the movies were villa estrella who reached 1M in just a week, Transformers which is a 3 hour movie, Ice age 3 that is for kids and (drum rolls) Harry Potter on 6 cinemas including the new IMAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we reached the ticket booth before 6:50 and we were able to buy popcorns and drinks. Ice age was 3d like the other movies but I never thought that they would give us 3d glasses because unlike any other 3D movies they didn’t give us any 3D glasses. We entered the cinema of the main building of SM and then, the show begun. I’ve seen 3D glasses before but It was just for 3D pictures so it was my first time to experience 3D glasses used for a moving picture on a big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makers of the Ice Age did very well. From the first movie to the last but for me, this one is the best. It’s very funny! It's a proof that no man (or animanls) is an island. Everybody live for a purpose. And with those glasses, you will surely bend on your chair. It was like they’re out of the screen moving towards you. You can really feel the story and the excitement. Pano pa kaya sa IMAX? I really love to watch Harry Potter on IMAX but it worth P400! L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I heard that you’ll just wear those 3D glasses for 15 min in IMAX that’s why some said it’s ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! I’ll just watch it on SM the Block! (now I can afford it!) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-7556783022581726889?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/7556783022581726889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-supposed-to-bring-my-eyeglass-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7556783022581726889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/7556783022581726889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-supposed-to-bring-my-eyeglass-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-4524238337309092640</id><published>2009-07-17T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:47:00.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for the first time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kc conception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard gutierez'/><title type='text'>for the first time</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it was a belated celebration of dyan’s birthday… it was Friday; half day kame. Pagkatapos ng flag retreat eh dumeretso na ko dun sa classrum pra kunin ung gamit ko kaso prang nabadtrip ako kc pinapauwi na saakin ni ms ung isang malaking cartolina n mga 80+ inches ung taas at 350+ ung width.. magaan sya..oo pero mahirap dalhin, promise. Di kc nmen nagamit ung “chibi” n un nung contest pero gagamitin daw yuon sa next na contest kaya cge di na lang naming tinapon kaso pupunta ako nun kela dyan pra magbihis eh front gate sya at kung papasabay ko un s serbis ko s bakgate eh lalabas pa ako at pag lumabas na ako ay hindi na ako papapasukin ulit ng guardya tas mag t-tricycle pa ako papuntang front kaya dinala na lang namin un sa bahay nila dyan tas sya na lang muna nagtago nun. So nag bihis kami dun at diretsong TRINOMA. It was 1:00 I guess nung makarating kme s mall dinala ko ang mga belongings ko dun balak ko pa sana syang dalhin sa mall para diretso na kaso nakigaya na din q sa mga kxma ko so I left my bag inside their car. Kumain muna kami kasi hindi kami nakapaglunch.  Sa MAX kami kumain... sarap! After that nag TIMEZONE kame .. saya! Tas mga bandang 3 eh umalis na sila dyan, me pupuntahan pa kasi cla eh 12 kming pumunta dun so 6 na lang yta kmeng natira dun.. pagbalik ng dad nya medyo namoblema ako kc iniwan pla nila ung gm8 nmen sa bahay nila kaya in any cases eh kelangan tlga nmeng daanan yung bahay nila… pero anyways eh nakuha ko naman un kinabukasan.. so back to the show..&lt;br /&gt;Tumawid kami papuntang SM para experience naman tas ayun libot2 kami dun naghahanap ng dessert kasi ala kaming dessert nung kumain kame s MAX tas ayun nakita naming duon sa loob ng department store c Camille. Dati naming classmate yun pero kung gustuhin ko man syang Makita eh lalakarin ko lang bahay nun hehe magkalapit lang kc bahay nmen.. s Q sci  kc sya nag aaral kaya pwede nyang lakarin un.. so aun na nga she introduced her friends to us and xmpre inintroduce nya den kame  after that eh umuwi na den sya w/ her friends tas kame pumunta kame dun sa me food court tas bumili kame ng ZAGOO… yum! Tas nagsiuwian na sila hindi na ako sumabay coz my mom texted me, asking me if sasabay daw ba ako sa kanya or not…. Xmpre sasabay n ko s mom q pra tipid ako =] so naiwan kami ni roxy sa mall kasi aantayin din nya yung nanay nya eh mga 9 pa darating mom ko kaya bumili muna q ng tickets, tiningnan ko s watch q ung oras.. 5:30 na. tiningnan ko yung mga time ng mga shows nila.. “for the first time- 7:00” shet…. Kako kasi bitin ako dun, baka dumating na mom ko kaya naghanap ako ng ibang movie na kaya sa oras ko tas biglang lumabas na naman “for the first time- 6:15” ayus! God is good! Haha! Tas sabe ko pabili ng ticket s baba..    260 po.. nagulat ako dun pero umiral ang pagkatanga ko kaya binalewala ko  lang kasi kala ko eh ang pagkarinig nya eh sa taas ako uupo kaya ayos lang tas nung binigay eh 2 tickets pala un.. kala kasi eh kasama c roxy! Tsk! Kaya pinabalik naming un kaso sabi nya: ahm.. ganito na lang, papalit nyo sa D block tyka mas medaling ibenta yun dun. Nagmadali kami ni roxy kasi baka dumating na din mom nya kaya nagpunta pa kami dun sa kabilang cinema tas tinanung ko ung babae dun kung gusto nyang bumili ng ticket ko kaso ndi daw kaya dumeretso na kami sa d block tas aun  naibalik ko namn din yung ticket tas balik kami sa north tas ayun hinatid ko pa sya sa me ST. PAUL’S kasi dun daw cla mag m-meet ng mom nya 6:00 na yun tas pagkita ko sa sinehan.. WTF?!  Walang number 3! Cinema 3 kasi ako kaya balik ako dun sa kabilang sinehan.. wala pa rin so I asked the lady na: san po ung cinema 3?!.. she answered: sa D BLOCK pa po!.. sana pala hindi na ako umalis nun so 6:05 na.. pag punta ko s D BLOCK.. shet! Lumagpas pa ako ng isang level kaya baba ul8 ako at ikot, din a ako nakabili ng popcorn nun kasi talagang maguumpisa na ung show. 6:11 na! bigla tuloy kumanta sa isipan ko ung kanta nila Madonna at Justine T. na “we only have 4 minutes to save the world.. Tic-tac-tic-tac [Madonna] Tic-tac-tic-tac” pero atlast! Whoo! Umabot! Pagpasok ko dun eh humanap ako ng upuan s pinaka likod kaso lahat occupied na kaya dun ako sa 3rd to the last row umupo..  sa gilid eh may 5 vacant chair syempre dun ako sa gitna para walang tatabi haha well nakakatakot sya kasi ala kang kasama kaso ayoko naming magmukang tanga sa kakaantay sa nanay ko kaya no choice. After that 1 min na lang eh magsi2mula na ung show.. ang saya ko! Haha! Kaso after 5 min. me umupo sa tabi ko. Nanay at ung anak nya, katabi ko ung nanay tas sbe q s sarili ko n.. nakakainis! Istorbo! Aftrer that, umupo nga sya and said a little prayer. Kahit mahina un eh maririnig ko pa rin syempre magkatabi lang kami nun tas tumahimik..  tuloy ako sa panunuod tas habang umiiyak si KC may suminga ng napakalakas! Tahimik ang lahat nun eh kaya rinig na rinig! Hindi ako makatawa or makangiti man lang kasi KATABI KO SYA! Grbe suminghot ng uhog un ah! Tas Idudura nya sa tissue!tas uubo sya na me parang plema pa! Hay! Gumigilid na ako dun! As in yung gilid na gilid.. kulang na lang eh ipitin ko sarili ko dun sa isang tabi! After a min. yan na naman sya kaso bigla silang umalis! Thank God! After 2 min. bumalik sila! Bumili lang pala ng popcorn! Hay. Tas aun na nga.. nagdrama na naman si KC.. me thrill na ngayon.. tas bigla na naman syang sisinghot ng plema then dura then ubo! Di ko na lang sya pinansin..&lt;br /&gt;May isang episode dun sa movie.. sa simula ung umorder  c RICHARD ng kape para sa kanilang dalawa ni KC tas natapilok ung foreigner na kunwari eh waiter dun.. natawa kameng lahat dun kasi hindi namin alam kung kasama ba yun s show or what pero mas natawa kami nung suminghot na naman yung katabi ko! Rinig2 nga kasi yun! Haha! Tas ayan na yung climax ng movie! …”SINGHOT.DURA.UBO” HAY NAKU! SUMOSOBRA NA SYA! Air con ang sine at katabi ko sya kaya chances are magkaubo den ako! Pero buti na lang malakas risistensya ko. Nagtatawanan na dun lahat ng tao. Anlakas kasi nyang sumingga!   Tas hindi ako makalau kasi nakakahiya naman un [kh8 alm q n xa dpt ung mahiya] tinatakpan ko na lang talaga ung ilong ko ng panyo. Whew! After the movie, I went straight at the CR but it was full so pumunta ako dun sa 2nd floor tas dumeretso ako sa loob tas nagantay sa isa sa mga cubicle, tas nagtaka ako bat kaya sila nakapila dun!? Yun pala eh pipila ka dapat dun tas mag aantay ka ng turn mo kaya tinginan saakin lahat ng tao dun, nakakahiya, kunwari di ko na lang napansin, gusto ko ng pumasok sa cubicle kaso nahihiya ako tyka me sumunod naman na dalawang babae saakin na napahiya din kaso nakapasok agad sila sa cubicle, ung inaantay ko eh sobrang tagal kaya tinginan talaga sila saakin, kunwari di ko na lang napapansin tapos lumipat na ako dun sa kabila pagkatapos ng babae tas ayun, SUCCESS! Paglabas ko, halos wala ng tao kaya ng powder muna ako kaso paglingon ko eh tinginan pa rin sila saakin kaya umalis na agad ako, pag labas ko naman eh parang me babaeng nakatingin saakin, teacher kop ala nung gr 2! C Mrs. Leano! Tinanung nya ako kung anu ung ginagawa ko d2 or sino kasama ko tas sabe ko: kasama ko po mommy ko sa kabila, tas sabi nya,. Aa okay tas tumakbo na ako nun haha.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at the fully book for about 20 minutes while waiting for my mom. After a minute, i've recieve a text message. it was my mom saying that: pnta k n dun s me goldilocks, s tpt ng NATIONAL., d n kme mag p-park" kala kc ni mama n nasa national ako. Kala ko naman eh na wrong send c mama kc ang alam ko na goldilacks eh ung sa tabi ng department store kaya dun ako nagpunta tas sabe ni mom: asan ka n? sbi ko na andito na ako tas ayun, nagkagulo na kami pero nagkita naman kami tas aun, umuwi na kami ng mga 9:30 tas natulog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 5:00 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi me biglang tumulo sa nose ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that my nose is bleeding at first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't breath properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ACHOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REALIZE THAT I GOT HER VIRUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- that was a great experience with my friends spexaly with roxy =] i'd like to thank you guys for making my day so xpexal like u =] thanks! hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547141283814370815-4524238337309092640?l=nadzine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/feeds/4524238337309092640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4524238337309092640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547141283814370815/posts/default/4524238337309092640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadzine.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-first-time.html' title='for the first time'/><author><name>Just Nadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143169746192263739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2hOWb24rC58/TTWcsHlIEvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aZB-YK8bkFw/S220/ndn_bernardino%2540yahoo_com_85f425ce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547141283814370815.post-3674435402505552185</id><published>2009-07-17T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:46:12.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd'/><title type='text'>who's the nerd?!</title><content type='html'>I know that education is very important and many of us would want to go school rather than staying at home... why!?&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: F-R-I-E-N-D-S! Friends!&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: they are bored&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: They don’t want to stayed at home and do some chores.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 4: because they want to study so that they can help their parents.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 5: simply because they are the one that you called NERDS!&lt;br /&gt;Studying is our responsibility as a student and to study is our right as a child. But why are we always complaining about studying? I mean it. I, too, don’t want to study anymore because of those quizzes, terror teachers, homework, projects and also, you gotta wake up as early 4:50 in the morning just to go to school. But you know what? Almost all of my happiest memories are about school. There, you can meet your best friend, funny teachers and your very first love. And almost billions of children would wanting to go to school rather than to sell some clothes, newspaper or candy on the streets or to do heavy works just to earn money. But still I don’t really get the “reason #5”. The nerds!&lt;br /&gt;Ner
