<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:03:59.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTATUMENTO</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blogster! Amen! Read it if you want to... But please, I don't need your criticisms...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-111694217362886302</id><published>2005-05-24T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:42:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not Yours</title><content type='html'>I am not yours, not lost in you,&lt;br /&gt;Not Lost, although I long to be&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a candle lit at noon,&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a snowflake in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me, and I find you still&lt;br /&gt;A spirit beautiful and bright,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am I, who long to be&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a light is lost in light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out&lt;br /&gt;My senses, leave me deaf and blind,&lt;br /&gt;Swept by the tempest of your love,&lt;br /&gt;A taper in a rushing wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-111694217362886302?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111694217362886302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111694217362886302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-not-yours.html' title='I Am Not Yours'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-111568956741811426</id><published>2005-05-10T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:55:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something different</title><content type='html'>Here I am again, trying to express everything.. Though again, this is not possible, because there are SO MANY THINGS I’m thinking of right now and I can’t just type them all.. I feel like I want to explode, so here I am trying to write the smallest of it hoping that this would make me feel better. Right now, my mother is with Ate Sheila and his boyfriend, Jonathan… They’re singing altogether using the videokaraoke…&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I’m here inside the room and trying to do what I’ve just said above…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my family, I feel guilty for not being there for my sisters’ birthdays… As you might have known, all my sisters’ birthdays are in the month of May… And sadly, I will be here for almost the entire month so I wouldn’t be there to celebrate their special days… Lucky for me though, I would be with my mom during Mother’s day this coming May 8… Whew! I’m still thinking of what would I give to my mom... The real problem to that is that I don’t have any money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have noticed that this post is quite different from the rest of my posts… It’s more of what I think right now, and it is longer than the rest… Well maybe this time I’m just talking to myself, and have started to care less to all those people who might be too obsessive-compulsive in checking my grammar… Well anyway, this feels good… I mean GOOD… BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! &lt;&lt;---- for some reason…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway… Yesterday I was at the universal studios with Ate Sheila and her friends from the Iglesia… I was like the youngest of all youngsters there… It was really fun, because I get to ride all those crazy-stomach-twisting roller coasters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for shopping, I think I should put myself back a little to that because we have spent too much already and we have still a long way to go in here… It’s better to have some money left than to beg for some when we’re about to go H O M E…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my writing again, you might as well have noticed that I keep on jumping from one subject to the other…As I’ve said earlier, there are so many things going on in my mind right now and I just keep on typing them… Oh have I typed that I have a new laptop?? Yes!!! I do have a new laptop…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the smallest Hewlett Packard notebook, weighing 5.3 lbs. It has a speed of 1.3 Ghz Intel Celeron M equivalent to 2.4 + Ghz if converted to Pentium 4.. It has a hard disk of 60 GB and memory of 512 MB SDRAM… It reads and writes DVDs and CD ROMs, it has a wireless LAN, widescreen feature and it also has this small remote control that can be detached from the laptop just in case you’re watching a movie from a distance… And oh, did I mention its price is only $900 after the rebate, which means it’s roughly 50K in php… Whew!! What a BE – AY – AR - GEE – AY – I – EN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of the laptop, as of now, we’re waiting for Ate Sheila’s Mom… She’s my mom’s friend and she is the reason why we came here in Miami…well of course I also wanted to visit Disney World and all the other theme parks in Orlando… Whew!! Our stay here would be so EL - OW – EN – GE.. But that’s all right, time would pass like nothing even happened… Though I hope I would be able to make most out of it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s it for now, I’ve said so much… ‘til next time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ejected…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-111568956741811426?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111568956741811426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111568956741811426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/05/something-different_10.html' title='Something different'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-111566673141682404</id><published>2005-05-10T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T09:16:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages</title><content type='html'>These are common words that my friends use to say in a conversation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Dude! Pare! Tol?&lt;br /&gt;Migs: Basically…&lt;br /&gt;Ako: …kaya…&lt;br /&gt;Francis: Tanong ko lang ah…&lt;br /&gt;Jiro: You're good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message to some of my blockmates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: You always make me smile for no reason…&lt;br /&gt;Migs: How is Poland? Pasalubong ko!&lt;br /&gt;Jo: I need a ride.&lt;br /&gt;Gwen: How was Tarlac?&lt;br /&gt;Rocky: Kayo na?&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Dude, how was the summer?&lt;br /&gt;Francis: Musta business? ; p&lt;br /&gt;JM: I wish the old times are back.&lt;br /&gt;Danika: Musta na?&lt;br /&gt;Marvin: “Text-text na lang”.&lt;br /&gt;Rubiewoobie: Sorry I wasn’t able to come.&lt;br /&gt;Rubie C.: Chungag! Musta na bakasyon?&lt;br /&gt;Lester G.: hahahahaha (tawa nanaman ako!)&lt;br /&gt;Lester L.: ZZzzzzzZZZ… Ang lambot… (joke!)&lt;br /&gt;Kia: I’m still waiting for the program thingy... (tiktaktiktak)&lt;br /&gt;Emil: Yep… I have Hope’s Beauty’s Punishment..&lt;br /&gt;Hope: I have your Beauty’s Punishment… *-*&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: Sorry! Hindi ako makakarating... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe… Just maybe… You guys are the ones who I missed this summer… =) naks… ngiti na yang mga yan! To those who weren’t mentioned… I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to say…=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ejected…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-111566673141682404?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111566673141682404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111566673141682404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/05/messages.html' title='Messages'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-111426342545343347</id><published>2005-04-23T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:37:05.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulletin</title><content type='html'>Will update soon... I'm in US... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-111426342545343347?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111426342545343347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111426342545343347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/04/bulletin.html' title='Bulletin'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-111156744609445529</id><published>2005-03-23T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T18:03:56.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Lack of Privacy</title><content type='html'>I just found out that someone has been sneaking in to my email account... I don't know who, and I don't know for how long he or she has been doing it.. And definitely I don't know why he or she is doing it... But I think it is in that person's intention to let me know of what s/he has been doing.. S/he is giving me some hints that obviously would mean s/he has been inside my email... But seriously ah.. Why do it? What for? I can't see any reason at all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-111156744609445529?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111156744609445529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111156744609445529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-lack-of-privacy.html' title='Another Lack of Privacy'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-111146375724782914</id><published>2005-03-22T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T11:55:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You'll Never Know How Much&lt;br /&gt;How much it means to me&lt;br /&gt;when you do or say something&lt;br /&gt;thougtful and totally unexpected&lt;br /&gt;usually just at the moment I need it most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Never Know&lt;br /&gt;How much pride I hold in my heart&lt;br /&gt;for the person you are and the things you do&lt;br /&gt;for your strength and your gentleness,&lt;br /&gt;your courage and your determination,&lt;br /&gt;your accomplishments and your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Never Know&lt;br /&gt;How much I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;in the best of times and the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;and all the times in between.&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't matter where we are&lt;br /&gt;or what we're doing,as long as we're together to share it all.&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-111146375724782914?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111146375724782914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/111146375724782914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/03/youll-never-know-how-much-how-much-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110934320150367149</id><published>2005-02-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T20:37:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY dream...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just wanted to post my informative essay I passed in ENGLONE last term... You guys don't have to read it, I just want to post "something" in my blog.. I don't want to let it just rot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;                                      Medico-Legal: A Dream Waiting To Be Fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Medico-legal is a fusion of two extremely opposing professions, law and medicine. It requires you to take-up medicine and after which, law. Impossible as it may seem, some have managed to become one. Being a medico-legal doesn’t necessarily mean that you’ll be working as a doctor and a lawyer at the same time. Instead, you’ll serve as a lawyer for doctors using your background on Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Being a medico-legal gives you the opportunity to serve the people: As a lawyer, you could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;protect their rights and bring justice among them. As a doctor, you could keep people in good health by treating their diseases, and prescribing the necessary medicine. In short, having medico-legal as a profession gives you the chance to save people’s lives and change their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aside from the fulfillment that comes with the profession, it also brings a bright future to you and your family. As of now, there are only 5 medico-legal practitioners in the country and you wouldn’t have to worry about any competition. In addition to this, the excellence of your background in Medicine would give you a big chance of winning lawsuits, which most of the time involves doctors. And in effect, doctors would always prefer you to handle cases filed against them. The more cases you handle, the greater your income would be. Eventually, you will be able to support your family and providing your kids a good school to study at, and giving all the things they need wouldn’t give you problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Although medico-legal gives you a promising future, becoming and being one is not a joke. It involves a very long process that includes more than 15 years of training. The process starts by taking-up a pre-med course that usually takes 3 to 4 years. Your choice of pre-med course depends on what your university offers. After graduation, you should then take the National Medical Admission Test (NMAT), which will determine if you have acquired all the knowledge necessary before taking up medicine. If you pass the test, you may start studying medicine, which could take 4 to 5 years. After graduating from Medicine, you’ll have to take another test, the physician licensure examination, which will determine if you have the knowledge and skills of a doctor and be issued a license to practice. If you pass the exam, you can then start your specialization in law, which will take another 4 to 5 years. After finishing the course, you will again take another examination which is called the bar exams. It will determine if you have the skills and knowledge of a good lawyer and will give you the right to practice law. Having all these accomplished, you are officially a Medico-legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Remember that you have to do well in your NMAT test to be admitted in a good university like De La Salle, UST and UP which have 50%, 65% and 98% required NMAT grades, respectively. And you should even do better in your Board and Bar Examinations because both have less than 50% chance of passing. As you see time is not the only element to consider in pursuing medico-legal but also the difficulty added by the different examinations you have to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In pursuing this profession you must possess different values because it is expected that you’ll be sacrificing a lot of things. Patience, perseverance, and determination are the three most important values you’ll need, especially when you start to feel the lack of time for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One factor which will be greatly affected is your social life. Several exams are always lined up and you’ll be having a very hectic schedule. You’ll no longer find time to meet your friends or have dates with your girlfriend. Even your relationship with your family gets affected. You’ll always need to study, and study, and study as if it seems like it will never end. Actually, it will even get worse until you don’t find time to wash your face and even brush your teeth! With this kind of life, you’ll surely burn out in the middle of the process and just want to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The support of the family is not only important when you feel like giving up but is very important in the entire process. They’ll provide all the things you need including the money to pay for the expenses such as tuition fees, books, handouts, food, transportation, lodging, and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you finally become a medico-legal, nothing much would change. You still wouldn’t have enough time for yourself, because you have to stay late at night to prepare for court. Of course, the lawsuits you handle will not always win, it will still depend if your client is guilty or not. But the bad part in losing is that your clients and their families could blame you and make you feel that you’re the reason why someone from their family will be spending the next years of his or her life in prison. But if you are that eager to win all your cases, it may involve destroying your own moral specifically if your client is not innocent. In defending them, you will be forced to lie and your profession could turn out sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As you see, what you experience in the process of becoming a medico-legal wouldn’t differ much from what your life would be as a medico-legal. It will even mark the beginning of bigger challenges to come in your life, which could even include risking your own life. The life of a medico-legal is very similar to that of a lawyer. You could receive death threats from persons you’ve put into jail or lawyers you’ve lately been against at or anybody that you’ve posed a threat on. Moreover, you and your family could even be a target for kidnapping, robbery, rape and other crimes not only because you have put somebody in prison, but also because of your wealth and popularity that have pulled so much attention of other people on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At the beginning I didn’t plan to write my personal opinion about being a medico-legal, but my passion and eagerness to become one urged me to do so. Because for me, despite all the challenges that comes with this profession, I still would want to be a medico-legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One reason why I want to be a medico-legal is because it challenges me. Since I was a child I wanted to prove that I’m different from others, because I know I can do things others cannot, and I can survive any challenge that comes to my life. But my life has been so well that nothing has been big enough to reach my limits, and to explore it makes me so eager to pursue this profession. Moreover, I want to prove that I have the ability and the brain to handle one of the hardest professions to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I know that if I’d be able to achieve this goal, I’ll bring pride and respect to my family because as of now, we have a lot doctors and lawyers and to have another one of them would be too ordinary. That’s why I want to be a medico-legal, to be the first with both professions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I’ve said earlier, this profession will assure a bright future for my family and myself. The status of our economy doesn’t favor in taking up courses like medico-legal that are time-consuming and too expensive. And then again, there’s less competition in this profession and the chances of becoming successful would be high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There’s no greater reason why I want to be a medico-legal other than it is my dream since I was a child. This has made me so eager and patient in pursuing it that the time and amount of money involved does not matter anymore. Since I was a child I’ve always wanted to give service to the people without asking anything in return. Just to see them smiling and thankful because I’ve been able to help them in some way is priceless. And when that happens, I will feel complete, that’s why I’ll surely pursue this profession. I know that when I achieve this dream, I’ll feel the contentment and fulfillment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dreams aren’t just statements, they are goals. Fulfilling your dreams is fulfilling life. Dreaming to be a medico-legal doesn’t stop there. You must fulfill what you think is impossible or the least possible thing that you think could happen to your life. It is not there just to be written in slam books or to be told to your friends, relatives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or children. It is there to be fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh, tapos na. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110934320150367149?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110934320150367149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110934320150367149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-dream.html' title='MY dream...'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110812736192149013</id><published>2005-02-11T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:38:55.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new discovery.</title><content type='html'>I just found out that my emotions could bring me everywhere.. The "impossible" is not impossible but just an opinion when there are times that my emotions get really over me. It actually "controls" me.. Though it might sound negative, but it is true. Well at least, I get to do things I wasn't able to do when I'm "normal"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've discovered a lot of "things" this week. "things" that I just can't throw out of my mind. Perhaps I would need a lot of time to contemplate or reflect on the things I have done, and lately have been doing. This calls for a moment of peace, isolation and most of all, thinking. I guess one day wouldn't just be enough....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110812736192149013?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110812736192149013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110812736192149013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-discovery.html' title='A new discovery.'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110804509856871383</id><published>2005-02-10T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:18:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends..</title><content type='html'>Loyal, true, honest, dependable, et al.&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody give me all the best positive adjectives in this world so I could use them for my description of my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word I guess would best describe them. "PRICELESS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110804509856871383?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110804509856871383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110804509856871383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-friends.html' title='My friends..'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110804469556464931</id><published>2005-02-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:11:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just have to spit this out.</title><content type='html'>What, why, when have I done something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just have your own life?&lt;br /&gt;Mind your OWN business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be the one to satisfy your burning apetite?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be the target of your "critics"?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I have that you feel so jealous about and I will give it to you right at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what is it in me the makes your ass turn up side down and I will start changing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, you want to see me fall and desperately crying for help.&lt;br /&gt;For I know at that moment you may start degrading me and feel the burning satisfaction at the bottom of your heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE let go of me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be binded by the people of your kind.&lt;br /&gt;And most especially, never in my life would I ever want to be like you nor be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you, this is for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Get a life! Leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;Darwin should have added another postulate in his theory. That is, some intelligent &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt; have the tendency to be like ordinary brainless animals. Another phyllum perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110804469556464931?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110804469556464931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110804469556464931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-have-to-spit-this-out.html' title='I just have to spit this out.'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110734843074572817</id><published>2005-02-02T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:47:10.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have 1 new message!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I just don't feel the urge to post any of my ideas. I need some time to wander, and maybe one day I'll suddenly feel to bring this blog back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "nok" for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110734843074572817?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110734843074572817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110734843074572817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-have-1-new-message.html' title='You have 1 new message!'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110623833565935650</id><published>2005-01-21T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:32:29.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without wax.</title><content type='html'>J eop'u xbmu up cf usjdlfe bhbjo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¶+1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110623833565935650?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110623833565935650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110623833565935650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/01/without-wax.html' title='Without wax.'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110519696508668280</id><published>2005-01-08T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T23:28:08.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To those who are about to read my blog...</title><content type='html'>Ok.. "What you are about to read may not be suitable for very young readers. Parental Guidance is recommended."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect to read anything happy, fun, cool or anything good. What you are about to read are all the negative thoughts in my mind and PLEASE don't take the contents of my blog seriously(you guys might end up crying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect a lot of errors in spelling and grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect to get a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And expect to have your impression of "Dinno/Don" changed once you've finished reading through my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm warning you! I myself have seen enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110519696508668280?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110519696508668280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110519696508668280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-those-who-are-about-to-read-my-blog.html' title='To those who are about to read my blog...'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110338402680354400</id><published>2004-12-23T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:43:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE MY QUIZ!!!</title><content type='html'>Friends! This is the ultimate test for all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=041218102723-698067"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=041218102723-698067&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys better do good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Don't forget to enter your real names before taking the test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110338402680354400?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110338402680354400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110338402680354400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/12/take-my-quiz.html' title='TAKE MY QUIZ!!!'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110251513434471182</id><published>2004-12-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:39:07.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;December 8, 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinno's friendster account was stolen... It has been more than two months since he last used it... The one who'se currently using it is NOT him... IT IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIMBOY! god damn it! fakljfiofafalksjfasf !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110251513434471182?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110251513434471182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110251513434471182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/12/urgent.html' title='Urgent!'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110251383833469398</id><published>2004-12-08T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T22:19:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English hinders me...</title><content type='html'>Yes my dear readers... It is true that I'm having problems in my Englone class.... Or should I say that Englone is not the problem, but it is me... The content of my post-reflective essay remained almost the same from my first reflective essay, this means I hardly improved on this language.. Oh please! Migs! Please tell your english gods to help me, for I am at the point of giving up... I'm about to collapse right now... I don't want to blame my ignorance to anybody... This is all my fault... my choice that I'm starting to pay back now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this english shit has been one of the greatest challenges in my life.... I'm sure that one day my perseverance, patience and as well as my passion to learn this language will somehow return back to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good nyt my dear readers... My blog contains nothing but words conveying nonsense things...It contains nothing of your interests... You should go to Migs' or JM's blog to get some entertainment and forget all the foolish things I've said tonight...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110251383833469398?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110251383833469398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110251383833469398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/12/english-hinders-me.html' title='English hinders me...'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110223413827621204</id><published>2004-12-05T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T16:08:58.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...............................</title><content type='html'>.......................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br 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/&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEECHLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110223413827621204?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110223413827621204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110223413827621204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='...............................'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110060827208861512</id><published>2004-11-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:31:12.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>___&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;_____&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;........&gt;&gt;____&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&gt;&gt;.......&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;&gt;......&gt;&gt;____&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&gt;&gt;.......&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;........&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;...&gt;&gt;____&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&gt;&gt;.......&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;........&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;..&gt;&gt;.&gt;&gt;____&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&gt;&gt;.......&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;........&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;......&gt;&gt;&gt;____&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&gt;&gt;.......&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;.........&gt;&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;___&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;_____&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;___&gt;&gt;........&gt;&gt;____&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110060827208861512?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110060827208861512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110060827208861512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110044225512192915</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:24:15.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell week is finally over</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last posted... My schedule has been very hectic these past weeks due to several tests from our AMAZING PROFESSORS... Yes that's right, amazing.... moreover, unique... Well I don't want to tell the whole story about them, I'll just end up feeling awful and shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week is the worst for the term so far.... It felt like we were already taking our finals.. I think this would compensate our midterm week, that passed with nobody feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel so happy. Who wouldn't? Right? We don't have classes on Monday and yet we don't have a single assignment due on Tuesday!... Haaay... Rest... I need it... sleep... snores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110044225512192915?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110044225512192915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110044225512192915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/hell-week-is-finally-over.html' title='Hell week is finally over'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109897473815583157</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:45:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I get this published...</title><content type='html'>This is my fourth time to type something in the textbox.txt of my blog (very comsci ba? just practicing.) .. And I hope I get this published...  Well, this post is nothing important. I just want to post something today. It has been a while since my last post. If you'll notice the time when my posts were published are all the same... Honestly, I don't know how I did it. I had no intention to do it and I can't change it back to the normal set-up. Well, I guess this will make some mystery in my posts.  haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a little different. I think I'm on my menstrual period. I'm very irritated by anyone... Sounds weird? Well it's true! I don't know why... Poor me! I better sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109897473815583157?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109897473815583157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109897473815583157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-hope-i-get-this-published.html' title='I hope I get this published...'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109897280132905330</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:13:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've really lost my ability to post here in my blog... I keep on typing  but I end up erasing all of them... None of them seems to pass my standards... And now I have to click "Publish Post" so this one could make it out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109897280132905330?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109897280132905330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109897280132905330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/ive-really-lost-my-ability-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109870962587227617</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:07:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>I can't write anything... I can't do anything... As of now, I think I am nothing...&lt;br /&gt;I've always aimed to have everything, but now I don't seem to care on anything...&lt;br /&gt;Everything's lost... everything is over... And now I must face everything holding nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109870962587227617?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109870962587227617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109870962587227617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/gone.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109836057703874527</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:09:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I dumb? Or the dumbest?</title><content type='html'>Just as when I thought I'm doing well in academics.. I was actually performing not as good as what I think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I received the result of my Comprehension test in Englone... And guess what?! I FAILED! Something new! Bwawahaha! But the thing is, I'm doing everything I could just to be "okay"... But nothing seemed to have helped me in anyway... I still failed... All the effort I did, contributed nothing for me... So this question came to my mind... "Am I dumb? Or the dumbest?"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a lighting had struck me... Somehow I can't take it... Because I know I did my best... But my best wasn't just good enough! Sounds familiar?!?! haha! But it is true! And another thing is, I'm not used to get this kind of grade! Excuse me if you think I'm boastful... But what the heck! It hurts! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the right situation to apply what I've learned.... which is  to ACCEPT... There's nothing I can do but to mourn... And this would not help me in anyway... So I must accept this... It is part of life, the lessons I could learn from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109836057703874527?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109836057703874527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109836057703874527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/am-i-dumb-or-dumbest.html' title='Am I dumb? Or the dumbest?'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109819569458291129</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:21:34.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>Love has really shaped my life in all ways...&lt;br /&gt;It made me a better person, a stronger one...&lt;br /&gt;How come that when I feel I'm in love I can't describe the feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so "I don't know but so great?" (gulo noh!?)&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe love has no definition but only existence...&lt;br /&gt;Well what the heck, what's important is I'm more than everything&lt;br /&gt;when I fall in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes me and my whole life worth living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109819569458291129?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109819569458291129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109819569458291129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109759029778294910</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T18:52:04.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>Now I finally got my answer to my problem for 2 months... Which is acceptance.... Yes indeed accpetance.... I don't want to write the story 'coz I know it will be too long... But really, the answer to my problem is ACCEPTANCE! A BIG THANKS TO THOSE who helped me... I now I found peace and wisdom! I can now relax and ENJOY my LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMO ACCEPTANCE!!!! =) (sorry I'm just so happy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109759029778294910?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109759029778294910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109759029778294910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109785584621612497</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T01:00:37.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend?</title><content type='html'>Days? Weeks? Months? Or years?&lt;br /&gt;Which among these will determine this friendship that has been shared in such a short time?&lt;br /&gt;I have never found such a friend except in you..&lt;br /&gt;I have found the needle in the haystack..&lt;br /&gt;The cure for my disease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who's always there for me..&lt;br /&gt;A friend who listens.. A friend to cry on..&lt;br /&gt;A friend to bond with... And definitely a friend who's loyal and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I seem to understand everything that you do and say..&lt;br /&gt;It seems we've known each other since God created Earth!&lt;br /&gt;Are we brothers or what? Do we have the same genetic material?&lt;br /&gt;We have almost the same thoughts running in our minds..&lt;br /&gt;The same ideas, the same jokes and the same feelings and taste perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if this friendship will last...&lt;br /&gt;For it is rare to be true...&lt;br /&gt;Is it or is it not, the friendship everyone have always wanted or perhaps needed??&lt;br /&gt;Am I or am I not, fortunate to have found a friend in you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm thinking too much.. but frankly there's nothing I can really do. Time can only tell the truth in this. Take care my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109785584621612497?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109785584621612497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109785584621612497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/friend.html' title='A friend?'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109716044661097951</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T22:41:37.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty: who's fault is it?</title><content type='html'>This question suddenly came to my mind.. I don't know why... i just "ding!" out of my brain.. But hey! who's fault really is it? Is it mine, yours or theirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it will be definitely theirs, the government... the very reason why so many people are poor and suffering poverty is all because of the corrupt government officials... Is this something new? Well, I guess not... this could probably the second oldest profession next to prostitution.. Honestly, I'm becoming hopeless with our country. I see no improvements, and I think we will never have any.. Philippines will go down and down and down and down and infinitely go down! No wonder so many people are trying to get out of here.. To escape this "dead end" for us... there is no future here no matter how you look at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, when foreign countries offer help.. We don't accept them... how dumb are some of the Filipinos?!?! (I'm sorry, but it is true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109716044661097951?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109716044661097951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109716044661097951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/poverty-whos-fault-is-it.html' title='Poverty: who&apos;s fault is it?'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109681708285171395</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:04:30.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want is you..</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I try to do everything my best when I see you?&lt;br /&gt;I always smile when I see your beautiful face..&lt;br /&gt;I wake-up very early everyday, thinking I would see your LOVELY smile..&lt;br /&gt;I always try to impress you and get your attention in school... But I always fail to do so..&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't love me.. all I want is to express my love for you... I don't ask anything&lt;br /&gt;in return, just please! Let me give what I'm dying to give! I want to give my love to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109681708285171395?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109681708285171395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109681708285171395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/all-i-want-is-you.html' title='All I want is you..'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109681747574658611</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:02:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conform... conform... confirmed</title><content type='html'>why is that most people try to conform with others?? They always wear what others wear.. they always speak the way other people speak.. They like what others like... they dream what others dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it about time to think of something original for yourself?.. something unique?.. something that will define you as a person?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: People shouldn't decide what you should be.. you should be the one making your own decisions.. Think originally and independently and see what will happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person with character is a person with brains.. Conforming stimulates emptiness of your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109681747574658611?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109681747574658611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109681747574658611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/conform-conform-confirmed_27.html' title='Conform... conform... confirmed'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109715876915396418</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:00:39.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study?</title><content type='html'>I've always thought of people that are not responsible enough to study... They should feel lucky to have the opportunity to study.. A lot of people nowadays, have no choice but to work more than 8 hours a day just to earn not more than 100 pesos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is.. why not study? it is so easy... It has no disadvantage and the only thing that you will lose is time and that's all. Why not study and help yourself and create a bright future for you and your family. I want to tell you (those who's patient enough to read this) to study.. please do.. especially that we are living in a country, where a high school diploma will bring you nowhere. You need a college degree just to have a simple living... what more if you were not able to finish high school? "San ka na pupulutin?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is... when you study.. you're not doing yourself a favor, but you are making yourself a "future"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109715876915396418?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109715876915396418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109715876915396418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/study.html' title='study?'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109628932229638077</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:57:55.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"KAMA BADMINTON" The art of playing the game! </title><content type='html'>Talk about badminton man! The best sport ever! This sport has been rocking the country for more than a decade! It's becoming the next popular sport in the country to replace basketball-a corny gay game! Ei guys! U better go and try this before it's too late... Ok?! period.. gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109628932229638077?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109628932229638077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109628932229638077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/kama-badminton-art-of-playing-game.html' title='&quot;KAMA BADMINTON&quot; The art of playing the game! '/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109698503363741418</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:53:53.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE????</title><content type='html'>CAN ANYONE PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! DEFINE LIFE! IF YOU CAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME.... because science can't.. it can just be described... not defined... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109698503363741418?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109698503363741418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109698503363741418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/life.html' title='LIFE????'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109628835383916299</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:51:35.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange feeling</title><content type='html'>Tonight I feel really different.. I don't know why.. Maybe it's because I have my blog finally open.. I feel so bored though.. I also feel tired.. I feel like there's something in my heart that makes my whole body so down.. But I don't know what and I don't know why.. "God damn it man"! I also feel so itchy! what's the relationship?! huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to go away from my first topic.. Today was my first time to email my highschool friends.. I'm so happy that some of them replied to my mail 'coz I was afraid that they wouldn't give any attention to my 5 -week-prepared letter.. Man! This is something good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who gives a damn to this post.. please do excuse my english, I'm really doing my best.. This blog will serve as a scratch paper for me! I can put anything here! I mean ANYTHING guys! (O anong naiicip mo MIGS?! JM? HUH!?)  hehe! So better keep on visiting my blog for WICKED updates! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109628835383916299?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109628835383916299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109628835383916299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/strange-feeling.html' title='Strange feeling'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109706462563700327</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:47:39.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>having a FLU is horrible</title><content type='html'>Yep... it definitely is... and because of that.. I lost my schema in continuing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get some rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109706462563700327?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109706462563700327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109706462563700327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/having-flu-is-horrible.html' title='having a FLU is horrible'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109698368882049758</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:46:41.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness fills my my heart</title><content type='html'>For no reason tonight I feel so lonely.. I don't know why... There's something that might be lost or unfulfilled... I don't feel contentment.. I want something that I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is love.. I don't feel love in this very moment.. I feel so down and weak.. i just want to lay down and waste my entire time doing nothing... as in nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it would be very dumb to do it now.. Why not do it.. I could give it a try... It is my choice anyway.. my will.. and my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109698368882049758?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109698368882049758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109698368882049758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/loneliness-fills-my-my-heart.html' title='Loneliness fills my my heart'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109628891002588113</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:44:00.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oriental Makati Gardens</title><content type='html'>Man have you ever imagined a condo that looks and smells like a dumpsite?! Well Oriental Gardens is not definitely like 'em! This place is the PLACE TO BE MAN! Talk about paradise! hehe! All the food and entertainment you have is all here plus the nice people that lives here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make my condo in Taft like this one.. 'coz that one really needs some help! A lot of help! A lot of cleaning and remodelling to do.. But hey! Why do I have to when I'm here in Makati! Makati! Makati! unlike dun! Parati akong nangangati! NyaaakaakakaA! What a corny joke! This is the effect of having too good friends.. I'm starting to make really corny and senseless jokes! Well it's okay.. Unlike others who jokes by offending people.. Hey a lot of people do that! They use other people to serve as their prey for the punchline of their super offending jokes! Ei wait a second! I'm losing my topic here! Let's go back to Oriental Gardens! This building has a lot of things and a lot of friendly people.. I'm so excited when the gym opens.. I could make some friends there! Any chiks?! ehehe! BAWAL UN! That's BAD man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109628891002588113?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109628891002588113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109628891002588113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/oriental-makati-gardens.html' title='Oriental Makati Gardens'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109706174850387083</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:40:55.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs improvement! </title><content type='html'>I definitely need an improvement in my English speaking skills.... I couldn't express well my thoughts and feelings using this language... And damn that Geisha! (though she is very kind) She didn't send mo to the ELL(that is English Language Laboratory!) ... Didn't she read my essay!?? I wrote there "please send me to the f**king ELL!(excluding the word f**king of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. it's over now.. I guess I am doing just fine in this language.. Maybe I just need some practice... Right Migs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migs doesn't want me to talk to him in English... Maybe because his face looks like Shrek after talking to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz... I need to eat now... It's 7:30, time for dinner.. I'll spend this entire night wasting my time... Expect more post this evening... talk to myself later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109706174850387083?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109706174850387083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109706174850387083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/needs-improvement.html' title='Needs improvement! '/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109638118715984264</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T21:44:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need an umbrella</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experienced a hot rainy weather? and the only thing you can use to protect yourself against the rain is a jacket? I'm telling you it is horrible! It is as hot as hell! Today, when I went home from La Salle.. It rained heavily.. I have nothing else in my bag but a jacket... Man it was hot even if it was raining.. Truly this is PHILIPPINES! Mabuhay! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an umbrella! I NEED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109638118715984264?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109638118715984264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109638118715984264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-need-umbrella.html' title='I need an umbrella'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109664053788786201</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T21:43:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNNGGGGGGRRY</title><content type='html'>I AAAMMMMM AAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109664053788786201?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109664053788786201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109664053788786201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/hunnggggggrry.html' title='HUNNGGGGGGRRY'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109681751737092781</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T21:42:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conform... conform... confirmed</title><content type='html'>why is that most people try to conform with others.. They always wear what others wear.. they always speak the way other people speak.. They like what others like... they dream what others dream...&lt;br /&gt;Is in it about time to think of something original for yourself?.. something unique?.. something that will define you as a person?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: People shouldn't decide what you'll be.. you should be the one making your own decisions.. Think originally and independently and see what will happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person with character is a person with brains.. Conforming stimulates emptiness of your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109681751737092781?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109681751737092781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109681751737092781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/conform-conform-confirmed.html' title='Conform... conform... confirmed'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109698517644741793</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T21:41:09.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>W W W W W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A A A A A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L L L L L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A A A A A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L L L L L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A A A A A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N N N N N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G G G G G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109698517644741793?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109698517644741793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109698517644741793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109638136613938991</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T21:39:25.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109638136613938991?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109638136613938991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109638136613938991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/sleepy.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-109698490010952444</id><published>2004-09-27T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T21:38:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praise the brain and the heart... they are so powerful... they are the ones responsible for you... EVERYTHING you do and feel is because of them... OH!!! THEY ARE JUST SO AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-109698490010952444?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109698490010952444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/109698490010952444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/praise-brain-and-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8490068.post-110114128760437789</id><published>2004-09-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:42:52.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My end is near!</title><content type='html'>Oh my God! I just found out that the medicine I'm taking in for my pimples can kill me... SOON!&lt;br /&gt;I have just watched in the ETC news last night and found out it has caused brain tumors to about 8 percent of its consumers.. It is now banned in US and Europe! Ang Bulok tlga ng dermatologist ko! "thanks" a lot Dra. Vicky Bello! hehehe! I guess I should start making my last testament..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye my friends, relatives and especially, my family.... Actually I'm now starting to hear a song that goes like this .. "And now... The end is near.... And so I face... the final..." I can already see the light! waaaaaahhhh! HELP! Ms. Ong! Where are those lines to save me?! I have accurately measured the value for theta and all the circular functions to increase the accuracy of length and curves of the line that can somehow penetrate to my head and get those tumor cells out of me! I should start praying, so I could repent my sins and enter heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me and let us pray..&lt;br /&gt;Me: All.... together.... our La Sallian prayer....&lt;br /&gt;All: I will continue of my God to do all my actions for the love of you..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Saint..... John Baptist.... De La Salle....&lt;br /&gt;All: Pray for us!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Leave... JESUS!!!!!! in our hearts....&lt;br /&gt;All: FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nyt... my.... readers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8490068-110114128760437789?l=estatumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110114128760437789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8490068/posts/default/110114128760437789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estatumento.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-end-is-near.html' title='My end is near!'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14662370447250293814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
