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I am returning back to my supposed to be secret blog. For those who are following this blog, mainly my students, please visit my previous home -- blog -- where I blog. Post your comments. And keep in touch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://onredawk.wordpress.com/"&gt;KWADERNO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8703149011531594714?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8703149011531594714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2010/04/returning-back-to-where-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8703149011531594714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8703149011531594714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2010/04/returning-back-to-where-i-was.html' title='Returning Back to Where I Was'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-5469434543350547522</id><published>2009-12-09T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:33:10.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aesop'/><title type='text'>Aesop's Fables</title><content type='html'>If you cannot find a copy of Aesop's fable, or if you can't afford it (but can afford to go online or buy computer), or you just prefer to have an e-copy of the book, please click this link -- &lt;a href="http://www.planetebook.com/ebooks/Aesop%27s-Fables.pdf"&gt;Aesop's Fable&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-5469434543350547522?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5469434543350547522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/aesops-fables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5469434543350547522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5469434543350547522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/aesops-fables.html' title='Aesop&apos;s Fables'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-3043278849876252285</id><published>2009-11-05T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:16:55.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lacey Mosley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock music'/><title type='text'>Whose friend knows me best.. by Lacey Mosley</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shy, silent type, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo" title="Emo" rel="wikipedia"&gt;emo&lt;/a&gt; or rocker, cute, that's how people discribe me, sometimes they would even say "you're kind,generous, humble". But behind saying those things,  my question is that "do they know me?". I was staring outside the window when I asked myself, am I really me? am I showing the real me? or am I just pretending to be somebody whom I am not . Millions of stars watchin' me cry but nobody's listening to me as I shout. Everything's hidden inside me. Only the starS, trees, pens, papers, books and music instruments knows my hidden emotions. Why can't i bring them out? There are times I am wondering, "how could these things be happening?". Why do I have a lot of  friends inspite of not saying everything inside this heart of mine. Who will I blame of being someone I must not be. Am I really showing the real me? These papers and pens around me help me much, these instruments help me bring out the best inside me. I always write, I shout and scream using them. There are times while i'm in a room of white walls with nothing to hear but  the tick-tock of the cllock, a question passed my mind "what is pretension?" Am I pretending or am I showing the real me?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends help me much. They have been my relatives for so long. They are my shoulder to lean on. To listen and to watch is are the common jobs of friends. I do have two kinds of friends, my old closest friend and my best friend. I love them both so much, but I am wonderin' who among them both knows me best. My old closest friend. Actually I never called her my best friend because she never wanted to be called so. We've been friends for 4 years and for those years, we've had millions of memories together. We've laugh together and cried beside each other. I can't compare our &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friendship" title="Friendship" rel="wikipedia"&gt;friendship&lt;/a&gt; to anything. We always make time together. With her I cried, her shoulders became my strenght and her voice, advices and messages inspired me. She changed my pessimistic thinking to optimistic mind. We've been in a lot of battle. And it's a miracle we're still together inspite of all the misunderstandings that we had. We've been together for so long and our weakness is our strenght. But i'm still shy to tell her some things. I don't know how we became very much contented having each other and confident together. We always say "Live your life inside a dream".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;Rock music, that's what tied me and my best friend. I love rock music because it helps me express my deepest emotions and so he is. In him, I can tell anything  but I can't do everything. whatever kind of word I wanted to say can be bring out when I am with him, but I cannot cry when I am with him. I just don't know why. But, he knows a lot of things about me. My Best friend helps me ease my pain and he makes me laugh. There comes a  time that I am very much desperate to hear his voice and when that time comes, I just listen to the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Song" title="Song" rel="wikipedia"&gt;songs&lt;/a&gt; we used to sing, I just can't take him out of my mind. we became best friends because I helped him more than he helped me. When I am with him my whispers turns to shouting and my shouting  turns to tears, then after sometime my tears turns to laughter and it will all take away my fears. He tells me his secrets 'cause I want it and i'll listen intensively. That's how we spent our time together. We're living together by saying "Our music will bind us and our friendship will keep us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;Millions of memories are treasured inside my heart. My memories with my friends will always live in me. Remembering our unbridled outburst of emotions,  deafening me. It paralyzes me knowing I can't choose who's the best. They both know me much, but who's friend knows me best? I love them both and I am very much craving to hear their voice. They gave me a prommise to love and treasure me forever. So I will always keep them. But still my question is not answered, who's friend knows me best? My old closest friend who dreams with me or my best friend who cries and laughhs with me. They both list5en to me and I never wanted to run away from them. I'm feeling so inspired having them. Even if i'm selfish fake, they're still a true friend. I can always come to them. Will I go to my old closest friend who lives life with her perfect words and dreams or will I go to my best friend who lives life the way he wanted it to be, as freely as he can. I can't choose, all that I can think is that I won't say farewell to them. I'll live my life with them, dream my greatest dreams together with them and play my kind of music forever with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a silent type of person but there are times that i'm very much talkative. I always go to what is majority, I mean I usually go to where my friends go. I usually present myself with eyeliner and my bangs covering my eyes. I love listening to my kind of music, reading novels, watching movies and writing poems. I love music so much, the reason why I can now write my poem. Screamo is the type of music I do listen. Because through this type of music I can shout and scream. For some it was considered noise but for me it's a type of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melody" title="Melody" rel="wikipedia"&gt;melody&lt;/a&gt; that helps me bring out my deepest emotions. It may not have a good background sound for some but if they try to understand the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lyrics" title="Lyrics" rel="wikipedia"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt;, the message of the song, they would certainly love it. Reading novels is one of my best past times, because reading helps me improve to whatever &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knowledge" title="Knowledge" rel="wikipedia"&gt;knowledge&lt;/a&gt; I have now. After reading sometime, i'll write my own poem. Writing is one of the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Best_practice" title="Best practice" rel="wikipedia"&gt;best practices&lt;/a&gt; I perform to improve my knowledge. Actually I have my notepad of poems and essays to review how deep and wide my intelligence is. I also love watching it's one of the best past times. Because i'm enjoying at the same time i'm learning. I don't like too much girly stuffs. I hate using shoulder bags. What I like is using backpack and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Body_bag" title="Body bag" rel="wikipedia"&gt;body bag&lt;/a&gt;. I sometimes use doll shoes but most of the time I use rubber shoes (chuck taylor). I hate wearing skirt I just use pants. I'm using girly blouses but I use t-shirts more.  That's me, a simple person who loves to live my life on how I want it to be." -- &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://laceymosley.com" title="Lacey Mosley" rel="homepage"&gt;Lacey Mosley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/fba35f41-02ac-4d44-84d8-269c23ca75ed/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=fba35f41-02ac-4d44-84d8-269c23ca75ed" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-3043278849876252285?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3043278849876252285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/whose-friend-knows-me-best-by-lacey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3043278849876252285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3043278849876252285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/whose-friend-knows-me-best-by-lacey.html' title='Whose friend knows me best.. by Lacey Mosley'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8132145192186319928</id><published>2009-11-05T01:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:13:52.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Way You Make Me Feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smooth Criminal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whitney Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billie Jean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Goodbye My Idol by Rostok Vampire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001391/" title="Michael Jackson" rel="imdb"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt; during a certain era,he is the best performer for me, because he gives inspirations to all people and other performers in music industry. during on his childhood stage,he performed with his brothers with energy and he gives unidentify feelings especially to the people, even me i dont know how to explain the feelings that i feel if he perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    when i was a child, I think I'm 5 years old that time was my fisrt time to hear the music of  Michael Jackson, my first time hear that my respond is to dance all the time and I performed in front of my parents and relatives everyday i request to my mom to play the CD of Michael Jackson "&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.amazon.com/Smooth-Criminal-Alien-Ant-Farm/dp/B00005NWE6%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82%26tag%3Dzemanta-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB00005NWE6" title="Smooth Criminal" rel="amazon"&gt;Smooth Criminal&lt;/a&gt;". after 10 years,I listening the other songs of Michael Jackson like &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billie_Jean" title="Billie Jean" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Billie Jean&lt;/a&gt;, Beat it, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.amazon.com/Thriller-Michael-Jackson/dp/B00005QGAZ%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82%26tag%3Dzemanta-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB00005QGAZ" title="Thriller" rel="amazon"&gt;Thriller&lt;/a&gt;, and Bad.I'm very excited when I watching his concert, I'm so surprise when he perform in the stage to sing and to dance and also the special effects that he show to the audiences. During 90's his music are continued and he release 2 albums if I not mistaken, the new single songs that time are Black or White,Heal the world, and remember the time.But after that his music are gone after the controversial&lt;br /&gt;that he involved in sexual chid abuse, for me as a fun I'm not believe to that issue because I know him and I know he can'y do that because he likes children and I know his reasons why he adopting the children.After that his music are gone totally and he face it that issue with strength and determination but all of his sacrifices to face the problems and trials he won in the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    after a year he is back and he stand again with new lessons of his life so when the time comes in the year 2000 or 2002 he performed again in the stage and gives again another inspiration to all people and he celebrate his 40th anniversary with other performer like Usher, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005453/" title="Britney Spears" rel="imdb"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001365/" title="Whitney Houston" rel="imdb"&gt;Whitney Houston&lt;/a&gt;, Beyonce, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.nsync.com/" title="*NSync" rel="homepage"&gt;N'Sync&lt;/a&gt;, and also Chris Tucker.I saw his face with power and excitement because he felt that all people were not forgot his musics but now he is dead, he is gone to this world but his body was gone but his music is in our hearts and Michael Jackson is hear in my heart and I feel him everytime.He is young when he died he was only 50. However they've been raised and by whom, he's got children. He's also got a big family-- we know the names of many of them and surely they're devastated. Millions of people all over the world have been moved by his music, and a lot of them are suffering right now, missing a piece of their lives, even if it's only one filled with a iconic pop figure. So this is a sad time. But man, and I feel guilty saying this, there's also just the slightest bit of relief: that a life that had always seemed like a lonely, twisted nightmare filled with suffering had finally come to end. What were the chances of him finding perspective after all this time? And, after chasing Thriller’s sales records for so long, making that his artistic and creative aim, what were the chances of him making music he was happy with again? How does a guy who wants to remain a kid forever, who started an endless course of plastic surgeries while still in his twenties, find a way to be a reasonably happy old man? When those comeback shows at O2 were announced earlier this year, I can't be the only one who felt a twinge of something in his gut, a sense that something horrible was going to go down. It was like seeing a friend who is a recovering addicts walking into a bar. People were braced for a train wreck, but not for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Take away the music, and Michael Jackson's life is just too sad to contemplate. Which is a very good argument for not taking away the music, ever? We're all going to die someday, too. So let's live. You start with "I Want You Back" and "ABC" and "I'll Be There". You go through the Jackson’s years with "Dancing Machine" and "Can You Feel It", and then a long stop at the incomparable &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.amazon.com/Off-Wall-Michael-Jackson/dp/B0000025F7%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82%26tag%3Dzemanta-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB0000025F7" title="Off the Wall" rel="amazon"&gt;Off the Wall&lt;/a&gt;. Jackson sang a small handful of tunes with a legitimate claim as the best pop song of the past 40 years, and "Don't Stop Till You Get Enough" is one of them. Then it's on to "Billie Jean" and "Beat It" and "Thriller" and "Wanna Be Startin' Something", and on through later hits: "Bad", "&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.amazon.com/Way-You-Make-Me-Feel/dp/B000CNET6G%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82%26tag%3Dzemanta-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB000CNET6G" title="Way You Make Me Feel" rel="amazon"&gt;The Way You Make Me Feel&lt;/a&gt;", "Man in the Mirror", "Black or White", "Will You Be There", and sure, why not, "Gone Too Soon". Michael Jackson superhero, cartoon, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer" title="Singer" rel="wikipedia"&gt;singer&lt;/a&gt;, dancer, supremely troubled dude-- made all this music, and it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So now as a fun of him, I'm very thankful to him because he gave me inspiration not only to encourage me to sing but to face all trials in our life whether if we feel so down don't be surrender, be brave and make be feel "bad" in the way of good and "beat it" all the trials in our life and also "don't stop till you get enough" and don't be "smooth criminal" be "Billie Jean" so that you are being a sweet lover and most of all you must "Heal the World" for the peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Rostok Vampire, I love to sing and play drums and also i love to drink with my friends.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/27e57bd2-70d3-41a7-92c2-cc3b3bd9e70b/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=27e57bd2-70d3-41a7-92c2-cc3b3bd9e70b" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8132145192186319928?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8132145192186319928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-my-idol-by-rostok-vampire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8132145192186319928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8132145192186319928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-my-idol-by-rostok-vampire.html' title='Goodbye My Idol by Rostok Vampire'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-848071786325802616</id><published>2009-11-05T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:10:40.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mental Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Happiness by Darkangel</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every individual undergoes different stages of our lives, starting infant to toddler and childhood to teenage years. Well perhaps, I considered teenage years was one of the happiest chapter of my life moreover I learn to be physically, mentally, socially and emotionally developed. In like manner, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happiness" title="Happiness" rel="wikipedia"&gt;happiness&lt;/a&gt; is what I've gain. Owing those memories from the persons of your life happiness is experienced. Being a teenager doesn’t mean that it is full of great things and good happenings in life. Many of us encountered different types of problems in different kind of situations. But for me, it’s just a part of my life, a challenge that I should overcome and a mission that I must accomplish.Doing all that things helps me to fulfill the empty space in my life and to get the happiness that I’ve been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Happiness is not gain through material things, position, power or success.Real happiness can be gain through acceptance and peace of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind" title="Mind" rel="wikipedia"&gt;mind&lt;/a&gt;. It is not a material reward, it is just a consequence. We become happy and contented with one work and life when we give happiness to others. If we will give a little love to them, it will all comes back to us. Happiness is something that cannot be bought even &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gold" title="Gold" rel="wikipedia"&gt;gold&lt;/a&gt; or silver, something we should praise of and something we must treasure. It is a state of mind or feeling characterized by &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contentment" title="Contentment" rel="wikipedia"&gt;contentment&lt;/a&gt;, satisfaction, pleasure or joy.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Happiness is described as consisting of positive &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion" title="Emotion" rel="wikipedia"&gt;emotions&lt;/a&gt; and positive activities.There are numbers of attributes correlating to happiness such as relationships, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_interaction" title="Social interaction" rel="wikipedia"&gt;social interactions&lt;/a&gt;, health, democratic freedom, optimism, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religion" title="Religion" rel="wikipedia"&gt;religion&lt;/a&gt; or any involvement. It forms as a central theme and a state of ultimate freedom for suffering and everlasting peace which can only be achieved by overcoming craving in all forms. It is the end of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_condition" title="Human condition" rel="wikipedia"&gt;human existence&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" title="God" rel="wikipedia"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;’s essence in the next life. Meanwhile some researchers found that fifty percent of ones happiness depends on ones genes and the remaining percentage is a combination of factors that are results of actions that individual engage for the purpose of being happy.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I think I should never let go of my dreams until I am ready to wake up and make it happen. Trials or chances in life are not meant to make us fall but to see how far wecan fly. Those chances won’t wait for us forever. If we will let everything pass us buy we will never find out how beautiful life can really be. We should not be afraid to get hurt because if we don’t risk something we will never gain anything. Happiness is the best &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memory" title="Memory" rel="wikipedia"&gt;memory&lt;/a&gt; that we can receive or achieve in our lives. Our life has so many great options but we don’t have to pick always what seems to be the best. We just have to pick whatever makes us really happy and it will be the best and the perfect choice. It’s easier to be happy if we can look beyond the imperfections rather than by trying to make everything perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkangel is nice, thoughtful, obedient but sometimes naughty. She always wants everyone to be happy because for her, being happy can take away all the loneliness in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/4c362d4e-5261-4362-a635-924f65559b4c/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=4c362d4e-5261-4362-a635-924f65559b4c" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-848071786325802616?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/848071786325802616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/happiness-by-darkangel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/848071786325802616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/848071786325802616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/happiness-by-darkangel.html' title='Happiness by Darkangel'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-3507934676502328515</id><published>2009-11-05T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:09:09.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='River'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Freedom by hard2get</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you love someone, you love him as he is. I alone am perfect it is probably for that reason. That I know what perfection is. And that I demand less perfection of those &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poverty" title="Poverty" rel="wikipedia"&gt;poor people&lt;/a&gt;. I know how difficult it island how often, when they are struggling in their trials, how often do I wish and am I tempted to put my hand under their stomachs. In order to hold them up with my big hand. Just like a father teaching his son how to swim. In the current of the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/River" title="River" rel="wikipedia"&gt;river&lt;/a&gt;. And who is divided between two ways of thinking. For on one hand, if he holds him up all the time and it he holds him up too much, The child will depend in this and will never learn how to swim. But if he doesn't hold him up just at the right moment. The child is bound to swallow more &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water" title="Water" rel="wikipedia"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt; than is healthy for him. In the same way, When I teach them how to swim amid their trials. I too am divided by two ways of thinking. Because if I am always holding them up, if I hold them up too often, they will never learn how to swim by themselves. But if I don't hold them up just at the right moment, perhaps those poor &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child" title="Child" rel="wikipedia"&gt;children&lt;/a&gt; will swallow more than is healthy for them. Such is the difficult, and it is a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And such is the doubleness itself, the two faces of the problem. On the one hand, they must work out their &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salvation" title="Salvation" rel="wikipedia"&gt;salvation&lt;/a&gt; for themselves. That is the rule. It allows of no exception. Otherwise it would not be men. Now I want them to be manly, to be men, and to win by themselves. Theirspur of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knight" title="Knight" rel="wikipedia"&gt;knighthood&lt;/a&gt;. On the other hand, they must not swallow more than is healthy for them, having made a dive into the ingratitude of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sin" title="Sin" rel="wikipedia"&gt;sin&lt;/a&gt;. Such is the mystery of man's freedom say's &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" title="God" rel="wikipedia"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;, and the mystery of my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Government" title="Government" rel="wikipedia"&gt;government&lt;/a&gt; towards him and towards his freedom. If I hold him up too much, he is no longer free. And if I don't hold him up sufficiently I am endangering his salvation. Two goods in a sense almost equally precious. For salvation is of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infinity" title="Infinity" rel="wikipedia"&gt;infinite&lt;/a&gt; price. But what kind of salvation would a salvation be that was not free? What would you call it? We want that salvation to be acquired by him, Himself, man. To be procured by himself. To comes, in a sense from him. such is the secret;Such is the mystery of man's freedom. Such is the price we set on man's freedom. Because I myself am free, says God, and I have created man in my own image and likeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the mystery, such the secret the price of all freedom. The freedom of that creature is the most beautiful reflection in this world of the creator's freedom. That is why we are so a proper price on it. A salvation that was not free, that did not come a free man could in any wise be attractive to us. What would it amount to? What would it means? What interest would such a salvation have to offer? Beatitude of slaves a salvation of slaves, a slavish beatitude, how do you expect me to be interested in that kind of thing? Does one care to be loved by slaves? If it were only a matter of proving my might is well enough that I am the Almighty. My might is manifest enough in all matter and in all events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My might is manifest enough in the sands of the sea and in the stars of heaven. It is not questioned, it is known, and it is manifest enough in inanimate creation. It is manifest enough in the government, in the very event that is man. But in my creation which is endued with life, says God, I wanted something better, I wanted something more. Infinitely better. Infinitely more. For I wanted that freedom. I created that very freedom. There are several degrees to my throne. When you once have known what it is being loved freely, Submission no longer has any tasted. All the prostrations in the world are not worth the beautiful upright attitude of a free man as his kneels. All the submission, all the dejection in the world neither is nor equal in value to the soaring up point, the beautiful straight soaring up of one single invocation from a love that is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard2get is just a simple girl that full of mistery,and she is strong and too hard to weigh down.Last but not the least, she has their own guts in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h-eart&lt;br /&gt;a-nd&lt;br /&gt;r-emark&lt;br /&gt;d-oes not&lt;br /&gt;2-two or more&lt;br /&gt;g-uts&lt;br /&gt;e-nd not&lt;br /&gt;t-o relief and belief in our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/754c271b-9d28-4e9c-97fc-fee697790377/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=754c271b-9d28-4e9c-97fc-fee697790377" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-3507934676502328515?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3507934676502328515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/freedom-by-hard2get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3507934676502328515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3507934676502328515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/freedom-by-hard2get.html' title='Freedom by hard2get'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8720100276719490243</id><published>2009-11-05T01:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:07:54.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mobile phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dining room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Algebra'/><title type='text'>BEST THING THAT YOU'VE CHOOSE by Crusade</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Thursday morning, I woke up in my bed at 7:30 am, I clean in every part of my body that I've wash for my self then I sat on &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dining_room" title="Dining room" rel="wikipedia"&gt;dining room&lt;/a&gt;. I was thinking what am I do from school and it crash on my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain" title="Brain" rel="wikipedia"&gt;brain&lt;/a&gt; that this is the day we don't have &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.amazon.com/College-Algebra-4th-Robert-Blitzer/dp/0132191415%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82%26tag%3Dzemanta-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3D0132191415" title="College Algebra (4th Edition)" rel="amazon"&gt;College Algebra&lt;/a&gt;. I think I got home earlier because I thought that our last subject &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Professor" title="Professor" rel="wikipedia"&gt;professor&lt;/a&gt; isn't attending for us, and my felling is decrease than I care everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was in a relax mood when I prepare and go to school. Because I belive my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" title="God" rel="wikipedia"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; is in my back, and I believe He won't let me go through evilness. I was in "jeep" at the earlier time of my class; it was 1:00 o'clock in the afternoon. In school I go to &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Library" title="Library" rel="wikipedia"&gt;library&lt;/a&gt;, I read and I review the past lessons. But I was too tired to read and review I feel sleepy. After a few minutes my classmate came in library and he saw me too tired. He ask me "hey bro. did you finish our homework in College Algebra?" and  I was shock on that sentence because I thought that our professor isn't attending, but he said "no! not thursday that is monday! You didn't here him? He didn't attend on monday because of his work." Then my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_pressure" title="Blood pressure" rel="wikipedia"&gt;blood pressure&lt;/a&gt; was too high! I think 200/120 pressure. I'm just joking. And I think to my self what am I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On that minute my will was turn on, and my will was fighting for my decision. It has a two choices that I'll do on that day, It's either I text my dad by using &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mobile_phone" title="Mobile phone" rel="wikipedia"&gt;cellular phone&lt;/a&gt; to brought my book in school? Or I ignore that book because base on my hearth that it has a conciousness for my father. He has a lot of work in our house and my heart said "Don't you have a fear in your self, don't worry I guide you. Don't fear that thing because that is only a material, let you see your conciousness for your father that caring a heavy work on your house. And you said that God is in your back! He never let you go from evilness." Then I don't know what am I choose? And it crash again on my brain that "your mother has a 100% full support on your studies". I ask to my self that my mother spend much time, money and effort to build my study comfortable. Then I ask again to my self, what am I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And finnaly I choose to bring the book. I got my book and it is time of College Algebra subject, but sad to say that our professor didn't attend on that day. Its time to go home and of course I was very depressed to my decision. To the effort of my father and the worst of all I didn't trust my heart. And my heart speak to me "If you are in God don't worry to your family, God will save them from evilness because your &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faith" title="Faith" rel="wikipedia"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt; is truly to God". I pray for God, and as you percent it, 50% I pray for God to happening in past hour. I said "God I'm so very sorry for the thing that I didn't expect. I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Finally at the end of that day, it has a moral lesson that I have learn, "In time of emergency or time that you don't realy expected the happening, ask deeply to your heart for whatis correct and specially trust God anything what happen on you, because if you are in God you are comfortable for any kind of step that you do. God is always in your back, He didn't let you go from the evilness." But if you understand deeply the two kinds that I have been choosing, it is the same correct. For example in the examination of values &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Education" title="Education" rel="wikipedia"&gt;education&lt;/a&gt;, it has multiple choise that easy to understand but all of them are correct but there is one truly correct answer. At last a lesson was taken up on my self, my heart and specially God the Almighty of all, the only God in whole universe. God is love, Love is God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusade is not Handsome but Simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/b30ca5fd-f8bc-4382-bc51-9e44f5e5d89e/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=b30ca5fd-f8bc-4382-bc51-9e44f5e5d89e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8720100276719490243?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8720100276719490243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-thing-that-youve-choose-by-crusade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8720100276719490243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8720100276719490243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-thing-that-youve-choose-by-crusade.html' title='BEST THING THAT YOU&apos;VE CHOOSE by Crusade'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-9088804526516353895</id><published>2009-11-05T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:06:34.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Premarital sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recreation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>Dating Complexities by Mint</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dating_%28activity%29" title="Dating (activity)" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Dating&lt;/a&gt; is a wonderful experience that an individual can experience with the opposite sex and it is the form of courtship.It give us to chance to explore each other word of different people.However we should know our limitation if we are going to date with someone.Yes it is good,but for me we should date only if we are ready for a commitment.And if you want take advantage special someone by sharing mutual respect.caring and support. Dating may be by &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Single_%28music%29" title="Single (music)" rel="wikipedia"&gt;singles&lt;/a&gt; events where a group of singles are brought together to take part in events for the purposes of meeting new people.Another set of date can be a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blind_Date_%28U.S._TV_series%29" title="Blind Date (U.S. TV series)" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Blind date&lt;/a&gt; where the people have not met each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our age,we still dont know the meaning of dating.Maybe for some, it is just a game that is fun to play.For me, it is the window to &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marriage" title="Marriage" rel="wikipedia"&gt;marriage&lt;/a&gt; and to know each other.If you dont really like a person at first then you dont have a reason to date that person.You can know a person for some time even you dont date.love is not imposed.If you dont like a person then you can never love him/her.Maybe you will care for that person but the feeling is not love for special someone.Commitment is a sacred relationship which needs serious special feelings.When we date we should think if the person we will dating with is the person we want to have commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many teenagers nowadays engaged in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premarital_sex" title="Premarital sex" rel="wikipedia"&gt;premarital sex&lt;/a&gt; on their first date resulting to early &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pregnancy" title="Pregnancy" rel="wikipedia"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/a&gt; and early marriage.To avoid this,we can practice group dating to avoid intimate moments with our friend.In group dating we can share joy,laughter and spend time something interesting.Sometime we can know our limitation in group dating.We should know if is good influence to our. Now, i want to ask,do you date just for a game or because you are ready to commit your self to that person whicd give you the very reason why you date him/her.Start thinking know to avoid early pregnancy and early marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mint a simple person, kind, strong to solve problem who has an ear willing to listen, and a hand willing to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/9384dbe6-da3e-4e4c-88b7-2724eada006f/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=9384dbe6-da3e-4e4c-88b7-2724eada006f" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-9088804526516353895?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9088804526516353895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/dating-complexities-by-mint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9088804526516353895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9088804526516353895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/dating-complexities-by-mint.html' title='Dating Complexities by Mint'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-4292913883043411012</id><published>2009-11-04T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:07:02.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Time Machine by yabyik</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time is precious. Time is a treasure. Time is &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gold" title="Gold" rel="wikipedia"&gt;gold&lt;/a&gt;. The only thing you can never gain back is time. That’s why, it must not be wasted. Everyone knows how important time is. All of us must be very careful in using it. Despite this awareness, not everyone uses his or her time properly. I admit that I am one of those people who have trashed too much opportunities and chances in life. Moreover, I know, everyone wishes to have another chance to turn back time and change the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What if, time machines really exist? Where are you going to use it? What part of your past, would you possibly go? &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/If_and_only_if" title="If and only if" rel="wikipedia"&gt;If and only if&lt;/a&gt;, I would be given an opportunity to possess a time machine, I will not use it to go back to my childhood days. The times where I am still not aware of the painful realities in life. Where my life is out of worries, anxieties, and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pain" title="Pain" rel="wikipedia"&gt;pain&lt;/a&gt;. I also do not intend to turn time back to my most successful days. The times when I felt that, I am the best, where different achievements had become a collection. There is also no turning back to the most cheerful moments of my life. The times when mom and I were still okay and nothing built between us but love. Those were also the times where my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother" title="Mother" rel="wikipedia"&gt;mother&lt;/a&gt; had become my idol, my guide, my protector, and most especially, my best friend. Even though, until now I’m still confused on how mom and I reached the point of treating each other as strangers, I won’t go back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If I possess a time machine, where am I going to use it? I have experienced lots of vicissitudes in my life. I’m also one of the limited persons, who luckily got the chance to taste perfection. Neither will I ever use the time machine just to change nor to maintain them. If there is only one thing in my past, where I would choose to go with the use of time machine, the only thing that I love to experience repeatedly, is the time when I had my first &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dance" title="Dance" rel="wikipedia"&gt;dance&lt;/a&gt; with my father. It is the most unforgettable; most cherished, and will always be the happiest memory I could have. That was the time when I realized my worth. Dad made me feel that moment that despite trials and sufferings, I could overcome them all. He taught me how to become strong on the weakest part of myself. He made me believe that nothing and no one can stop me in living on my own. He opened my eyes to let me see that living in this world is not the worst. He made me feel that I am not a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I’ve danced a lot of person before but no one can replace the way dad danced with me, because that moment, I knew, inside my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart" title="Heart" rel="wikipedia"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt;, I was loved. No one can love me like my father did. If through this device I could get another chance to feel that love once more, I will never waste it. My longing to hold him again is breaking me into pieces. If fate could just allow me to have one more chance to be with my father, surely I will grab it. If I could just steal one final glance, one final step, and another dance with him…I would probably play an endless song, because I know, it’s the only way, I could feel his &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unconditional_love" title="Unconditional love" rel="wikipedia"&gt;unconditional love&lt;/a&gt; again.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yabyik - A kind and sensible girl, bright in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School" title="School" rel="wikipedia"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; and is always prepared for any trouble that may come. Naughty but sweet and has a cute smile. simple, moody but easy to be with. She likes to eat but she never gain weight. She spends her time at home sleeping, watching &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Film" title="Film" rel="wikipedia"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt;, and listening to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/1eb46d2b-1a26-4321-a2ee-482f80404e8f/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=1eb46d2b-1a26-4321-a2ee-482f80404e8f" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4292913883043411012?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4292913883043411012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-machine-by-yabyik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4292913883043411012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4292913883043411012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-machine-by-yabyik.html' title='Time Machine by yabyik'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-4074315525095478015</id><published>2009-11-04T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:04:23.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recreation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE by briannecruz03</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     We, people, are unexpectedly created by the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" title="God" rel="wikipedia"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; Almighty. We make mistakes and we do bad acts or things in our fellowmen. And in our lives, we can't avoid to have problems and different struggles and obstacles that make our life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I'm a kind of person who is silent, shy-type, coward and no confidence. sometimes, people around me notice that I'm a crazy one and unapproachable. What could really be the reason why am I like that? Problem. Right, it's problem. Financial problem, family problem, school problem, love problem, problem in friends, self problem...all kinds of problem! The big question is, how can I solve it? When the time my mind has been cleared, I remember a word, a word that can answer my question...HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Hope is a desire accompanied by expectations. If you have it, you have to be confidence that you will reach all the success and goals in your life. Don't let yourself be affected by the things that are happening around you. Always remember that "when there's life, there's always hope." We can lose our family, friends, loveones, and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Money" title="Money" rel="wikipedia"&gt;money&lt;/a&gt; but we can never lose...HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              When there are times we failed in our tasks or jobs, we think that God left us behind sometimes. Most of the time, we just sit on a corner thinking of the best move or way to stand up. There are people who lost their strength and power to move and go on. Most of them thought that no one seemed to listen and help them. And we really feel the emptiness deep inside ourselves. We all know that confidence is important because it gives us &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courage" title="Courage" rel="wikipedia"&gt;courage&lt;/a&gt; to stand out. Dreams give us the will to pursue and love gives us the way of thanking the beloved God Almighty. But life itself is the only one whogives us HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm passive and silent and I'm a person who is positive about every aspect of life. I like to sing, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dance" title="Dance" rel="wikipedia"&gt;dance&lt;/a&gt; and read. And the most important is that I'm a God fearing and God servant." -- briannecruz03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/46b8fad1-783a-4b7b-b44d-2bd7c1e3608a/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=46b8fad1-783a-4b7b-b44d-2bd7c1e3608a" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4074315525095478015?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4074315525095478015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-always-hope-by-briannecruz03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4074315525095478015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4074315525095478015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-always-hope-by-briannecruz03.html' title='THERE&apos;S ALWAYS HOPE by briannecruz03'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-7023456882195312221</id><published>2009-11-04T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:03:23.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academic degree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diploma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albert Einstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physics'/><title type='text'>The Real Value of Reason  by nankurunaisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                         Knowing how important &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Education" title="Education" rel="wikipedia"&gt;education&lt;/a&gt; in life is is very important, however education is not enough to fill the real gap in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reality" title="Reality" rel="wikipedia"&gt;reality&lt;/a&gt;. The people of education says that having a great standard of education opens the door to success and those who have the high &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Academic_degree" title="Academic degree" rel="wikipedia"&gt;degree&lt;/a&gt; of education will be successful in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         However, those who have the degree are not the powerful ones but those people who stand back and look at everything practically. These people are commonly found everywhere in the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Society" title="Society" rel="wikipedia"&gt;society&lt;/a&gt;, actually not every great man studied in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School" title="School" rel="wikipedia"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;. There are great people who intended to spend time with the real life instead of spending time in the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paper" title="Paper" rel="wikipedia"&gt;paper&lt;/a&gt; chase like &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Einstein" title="Albert Einstein" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Einstein&lt;/a&gt;, Bill Gates and Edison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         They said that after you graduated in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/College" title="College" rel="wikipedia"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt; you will receive the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fruit" title="Fruit" rel="wikipedia"&gt;fruit&lt;/a&gt; of your hard work however there are people who end up drinking liquor and beverages in sidewalk after receiving their &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diploma" title="Diploma" rel="wikipedia"&gt;diplomas&lt;/a&gt;. They believe success will come to your hand with a ball pen and a piece of paper. They thought that after studying, they’ll end up as a citizen in a different scale&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                         Most of us study with no personal and valuable reason, we study because there is nothing we can do aside from studying. We keep pursuing something without having a reason to pursue it.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;  The true role of education is to prepare ourselves for the real challenges in life however having only education will now help you cross the bridge of life. Now knowing the meaning of the education you achieved in your life will cause the fissure of your life that will rapture you to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         I still believe in the value of reason. Not having one might give you success but it will cause you regrets. Regrets that you will carry with your epitaph.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nankurunaisa, a stupid-looking person but is more dumb than what he looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/1487c6de-faf5-4749-985c-454a24df01e0/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=1487c6de-faf5-4749-985c-454a24df01e0" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-7023456882195312221?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7023456882195312221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/real-value-of-reason-by-nankurunaisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/7023456882195312221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/7023456882195312221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/real-value-of-reason-by-nankurunaisa.html' title='The Real Value of Reason  by nankurunaisa'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-9097092654564960265</id><published>2009-11-04T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:01:42.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School uniform'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mobile phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday morning cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incandescent light bulb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>House for Rent by Masyado</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Living away from wasn’t easy. It is lonely and a bit hard but also it is a learning experience. A test of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Independence" title="Independence" rel="wikipedia"&gt;independence&lt;/a&gt;. Now that I'm in college, I have to live in a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boarding_house" title="Boarding house" rel="wikipedia"&gt;boarding house&lt;/a&gt; together with my sister. It is our first time to live away from home. We  decided to move out from our house to live closer to our respective schools and save transportation expenses. We go home to our house in Alabang once a week. My sister leaves the boarding house every &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturday_morning_cartoon" title="Saturday morning cartoon" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Saturday morning&lt;/a&gt; and comes back Sunday night. I go home after my class in NSTP, Sunday, and I go back to that boarding house Monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Our room is little and its walls are colored pink so you may call it "pink cage". It only has four appliances, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_%28mechanical%29" title="Fan (mechanical)" rel="wikipedia"&gt;electric fan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incandescent_light_bulb" title="Incandescent light bulb" rel="wikipedia"&gt;light bulb&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron" title="Iron" rel="wikipedia"&gt;iron&lt;/a&gt; and our &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mobile_phone" title="Mobile phone" rel="wikipedia"&gt;cell phones&lt;/a&gt;. It has a double-deck bed, a cabinet and a small table inside it. A picture of a house that is totally different from a home I used to grow up to. My first week in that cage is like a year of waiting for weekend to come. I really miss all my favorite shows. The loud heart pumping-out sound of our &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radio" title="Radio" rel="wikipedia"&gt;radio&lt;/a&gt; component.  My noisy brothers.  My charming pet dog. And most specially, my parents and my mom's &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cooking" title="Cooking" rel="wikipedia"&gt;cooking&lt;/a&gt;. I really miss everything about home. I really feel lonely in this cage. I feel so alone because I only see my sister during the night when she's back from school. I have no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I also have to be independent about the house chores I cannot expect anyone to that for me. Me and my sister share responsibilities but sometimes I just feel tired doing those so many chores. Ending up, wishing you were at home because mom would just do that for me. Especially when I have to wash my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_uniform" title="School uniform" rel="wikipedia"&gt;school uniform&lt;/a&gt; at night so that I could wear it tomorrow. I used to wake up and see food at the table but now I have to buy them or cook them for myself and afterwards wash the dishes. Living at our boarding house is so different from my life living at our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Outside our room are two other rooms with four other occupants. Even though, I'm sociable. It is still quite hard to live with other people whom you do not know. I have to share with them are common areas like the kitchen, bathroom and the laundry area. Well, they seem to be nice but it is just uncomfortable living with strangers. Now I know what homesick means. I’m trying to defeat my feeling by loving this new home and finding happiness through these things I’m with. Anyway, I think this what's growing up means. Being independent and taking responsibility for yourself. But I'm still looking forward for weekend to come and be back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friends calling me "masyado" because they said that Im too much of everything. I'am too much of what they expected. Im so naughty, lovable, and friendly but Im too complicated person. Too many person says that they don't understand me sometimes because Im so moody and sometimes Im so annoying. They hate me for being short tempered. ("Masyado daw ako sa lahat ng bagay.) but I know even if Im to tiring to be friend with there is someone who willing to be "martir" and love to who and what I am." -- Masyado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/407cbd9a-801e-4446-b738-82d69c47f8c7/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=407cbd9a-801e-4446-b738-82d69c47f8c7" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-9097092654564960265?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9097092654564960265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/house-for-rent-by-masyado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9097092654564960265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9097092654564960265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/house-for-rent-by-masyado.html' title='House for Rent by Masyado'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8207139681227361312</id><published>2009-11-04T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:00:17.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society and Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decision making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>Youth: Future Leaders of the Land by Azhedhie</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The youth of our generation holds the key for the greater development of our nation. While they are still young adults, the youth should be taught to be responsible citizens, as they will become our future leaders. They must be well trained – in their values, attitudes, and aspirations – to think ahead, for the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_good" title="Common good" rel="wikipedia"&gt;common good&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The development of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leadership" title="Leadership" rel="wikipedia"&gt;leadership&lt;/a&gt; potential is a slow and gradual process that must begin from early childhood. Our own perception of self-worth is heavily influenced by the expectations of our parents. Similarly, the actuations of our parents determine the kind of individuals we, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child" title="Child" rel="wikipedia"&gt;children&lt;/a&gt;, will become. Our potential as leaders rests on the model set up by our parents, the older members of the community, and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Society" title="Society" rel="wikipedia"&gt;society&lt;/a&gt; at large. If parents are idealistic, if they believe in the supremacy of a higher being, in honesty, transparency, equality, justice, freedom and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Democracy" title="Democracy" rel="wikipedia"&gt;democracy&lt;/a&gt;, it is likely that their children will adopt those same values that are necessary for &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Youth" title="Youth" rel="wikipedia"&gt;young people&lt;/a&gt; to become good leaders.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The question that continues to resonate is whether the young generation has the necessary experiences to take on the challenges of life. But this question need not be bothersome if the youth is given the training, opportunity and responsibilities to prepare them not only for future leadership but for them to be responsible members of the family first, before they become responsible members of the community and society. As I’ve said earlier, the home is where children are taught values that are prerequisites of good leadership.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;It is important that the youth is given the opportunity to think and make decisions for themselves. Spoon-feeding them or dictating to them what needs to be done, or the answers to perplexing questions, will not help. But allowing them to think and express their opinions on certain issues, make for intelligent and thinking adult individuals. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The training involves having young people participate in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decision_making" title="Decision making" rel="wikipedia"&gt;decision-making&lt;/a&gt; processes – in the classroom, in the village or barangay associations, in church meetings. In such settings, they are exposed to different ideas, different people, different philosophies and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religion" title="Religion" rel="wikipedia"&gt;religious&lt;/a&gt; beliefs, and they are able to evaluate, analyze, and decide for themselves what they want to do with their own lives. Most important, they learn to be accepting of people’s ideas and idiosyncrasies – something that is essential in exercising just leadership.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;When young people are taught all that has been said here while they are young, they evolve into responsible members of society, negating the saying, “Youth is wasted in the young,” but affirming the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belief" title="Belief" rel="wikipedia"&gt;belief&lt;/a&gt; that the youth are the future leaders of the land.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azhedhie - Is a likeable young man. He is friendly, conscientious and diligent. At home he cleans his room and makes his bed by himself, and cooks his &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Food" title="Food" rel="wikipedia"&gt;food&lt;/a&gt; when he comes home at night. He always sleep all morning. He budgets his time in doing daily activities including hangout parties after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/06f3d202-4153-423f-930f-b50262821f4a/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=06f3d202-4153-423f-930f-b50262821f4a" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8207139681227361312?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8207139681227361312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/youth-future-leaders-of-land-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8207139681227361312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8207139681227361312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/youth-future-leaders-of-land-by.html' title='Youth: Future Leaders of the Land by Azhedhie'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-6066710370502044199</id><published>2009-11-04T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:57:16.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society and Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performing arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Jabbawoakeez by Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On September 06, 2009, I heard in the news that the famous &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dance" title="Dance" rel="wikipedia"&gt;dance&lt;/a&gt; group Jabbawoakeez will have their &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=14.5833333333,121.0&amp;amp;spn=10.0,10.0&amp;amp;q=14.5833333333,121.0%20%28Philippines%29&amp;amp;t=h" title="Philippines" rel="geolocation"&gt;Philippine&lt;/a&gt; debut in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=14.5511111111,121.025277778&amp;amp;spn=0.01,0.01&amp;amp;q=14.5511111111,121.025277778%20%28Glorietta%29&amp;amp;t=h" title="Glorietta" rel="geolocation"&gt;Glorietta&lt;/a&gt; Mall Makati. On that date also is the time that I have been waiting for the most admiring dance group will beat the Filipino fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am so glad because I admire the group since then. And I decided to go there in the Glorietta with my friends before 4 pm although the show will start at exactly 6 pm. I expected that the venue will flow very much because there are a lot of people here who are the biggest fan of the group and I am proud to say that I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The group is composed of 6 members and the 4 of them are Filipino. I am so very proud for those Filipino who belong in that group because Filipino can compete on any course that we can proud of it.  The special guest &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Performing_arts" title="Performing arts" rel="wikipedia"&gt;performer&lt;/a&gt; is the hip-hop/R&amp;amp;B &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer" title="Singer" rel="wikipedia"&gt;singer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1116863/" title="Billy Crawford" rel="imdb"&gt;Billy Crawford&lt;/a&gt; who gives the show with his dance moves and the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001391/" title="Michael Jackson" rel="imdb"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt; alike moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The people are screaming to him but when the Jabbawoakeez called the huge crowd turned very crazy. The atmosphere of the show is quite squashing. I felt that I am in a rally because I am sweat and it’s really hot. The group is very great! I love their genuine moves and I can honestly say that I can’t help myself but to scream with the countless fans. Their &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.wikinvest.com/industry/Energy" title="Energy" rel="wikinvest"&gt;energy&lt;/a&gt; is fantastic! Every move is a massive and even their costumes and the aura while performing on stage is also impressive! When the time that they remove their &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass" title="Mass" rel="wikipedia"&gt;mass&lt;/a&gt; is also unforgettable! I finally saw their faces. The show is very great and I have a once in a lifetime experience that I sometime catch the group in our own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After the show, they thanked everybody for the unexpected support that they spread to them. I can’t manage to escape to the crowd because it’s so tight and it’s very hard to go in the front to see them more closely. I admit that I didn’t enjoy the show because it’s so crowded. But I fund memories that I’ve experience Jabbawoakeez fame era. But all in all, I have a good time. And I am glad that I am a part of that particular show that will be &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trademark" title="Trademark" rel="wikipedia"&gt;trademark&lt;/a&gt; to the Philippines Industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can turn around your life." -- ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/c0a46305-2b5d-476e-95bf-be5b22e23a79/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=c0a46305-2b5d-476e-95bf-be5b22e23a79" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-6066710370502044199?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6066710370502044199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/jabbawoakeez-by-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6066710370502044199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6066710370502044199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/jabbawoakeez-by-ball.html' title='Jabbawoakeez by Ball'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-2756350861043135105</id><published>2009-11-04T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:55:13.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><title type='text'>Do Friendship really Last? by Ms. Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    "&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friendship" title="Friendship" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Friendship&lt;/a&gt; is a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toy_block" title="Toy block" rel="wikipedia"&gt;building block&lt;/a&gt; of trust". Trust is a product from the bonding and sharing experiences with your friends or companion. Nowadays, we have many secrets that we can't tell or share to our &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family" title="Family" rel="wikipedia"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; even in our relatives. Some of us say that everyone in this world is needing someone which can we lean on and to be affectionate to share ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Friends are the genuine persons who there for us when we need a companion to talk to especially when we have a problem. They are also the persons that we can clasp and to be cried with without any shame. Between two or more persons friendship may build. But why many of us fall in love after friendship? That's the big question which constantly bothering my mind and my whole self. I believe that when friends fall in love its magic but when friends refuse to fall for each other its better than magic its called respect because they want to keep each other forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Secluded distance is a great hindrance to a friendship because there are times that we are downhearted and needing someone to talk to but our friends can't be there to our sides in a reason that they are far away from you or they have more important things to do than to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This weekend, one of my friends had divulged his secret to me. It is that he has already developed to me and now crushes on me. I'm so shocked and I don't know what I am going to react. In addition, as far as I know him, he is &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermaphrodite" title="Hermaphrodite" rel="wikipedia"&gt;hermaphrodite&lt;/a&gt;. That time the only thing that is in my mind is that he is only coaxing or teasing me. But after that he treats me a special girl with no doubt and with gallant to whatever I like to do. I decided to text my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_school" title="High school" rel="wikipedia"&gt;high school&lt;/a&gt; best friend for me to share my problem to him to deaden the loads in my shoulder. The day came that we are going to glance the face of each other again and to ratify our friendship in terms of sharing bonding. That is a rainy day and the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rain" title="Rain" rel="wikipedia"&gt;rain&lt;/a&gt; is non stop. The bad day is obsolete between us to meet each other again. He decided to cancel our meeting because he is so concern to my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Health" title="Health" rel="wikipedia"&gt;health&lt;/a&gt; if we take the risk to go under a storm day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Friendship really last if we can learn how to dainty manage it. In all of the friendship that we build hindrances are the things that test our trust to our friends. I learned how to cherish the memories that we made and the happy time that we shared together.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Green is a super fan of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter" title="Harry Potter" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;. She loves music and different categories of art. She also loves to read books (&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiction" title="Fiction" rel="wikipedia"&gt;fiction&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bestseller" title="Bestseller" rel="wikipedia"&gt;best seller&lt;/a&gt;’s books).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/141d124b-4b28-45a0-a815-750953ad4f08/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=141d124b-4b28-45a0-a815-750953ad4f08" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-2756350861043135105?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2756350861043135105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-friendship-really-last-by-ms-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/2756350861043135105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/2756350861043135105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-friendship-really-last-by-ms-green.html' title='Do Friendship really Last? by Ms. Green'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-7908194965592398731</id><published>2009-11-04T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:48:50.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noli Me Tangere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field trip'/><title type='text'>My Ways of Life by bherlyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was studying in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=15.5,120.5&amp;amp;spn=1.0,1.0&amp;amp;q=15.5,120.5%20%28Tarlac%29&amp;amp;t=h" title="Tarlac" rel="geolocation"&gt;Tarlac&lt;/a&gt;, I was second year &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_school" title="High school" rel="wikipedia"&gt;high school&lt;/a&gt;, We have a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Field_trip" title="Field trip" rel="wikipedia"&gt;field trip&lt;/a&gt; to baguio on that day our christmas party, my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teacher" title="Teacher" rel="wikipedia"&gt;teacher&lt;/a&gt; ang then we decided together to celebrate our field trip and christmas party in baguio, because it was our first to visit that place, I wander and excited to see the big beautiful rocks and high beautiful mountains, it was so cold in baguio for it was the month of december and there we made our party, we're so happy and enjoyed very much to see diffirent beautiful places and we also visit the burnham, park and there we rode a boat. we spend 2 days in baguio.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;When i comes, I slept with my classmates in our &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bus" title="Bus" rel="wikipedia"&gt;bus&lt;/a&gt; service while our adviser teacher told diffirent stories for us. when the third day comes we go back to tarlac. there in tarlac i experienced to go seen different and far places because of my uncle wants me to go with him and visits other relatives and we have reached also in pampanga to visit my other relative in the other day, we have visited that place together with my classmates and teacher and there we've seen the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Play_%28theatre%29" title="Play (theatre)" rel="wikipedia"&gt;stage play&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noli_Me_Tangere_%28novel%29" title="Noli Me Tangere (novel)" rel="wikipedia"&gt;noli me tangere&lt;/a&gt; which was funny and sad story play. it was a beautiful stage play, i've watch it in a actual, a true to life story.. not like a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Film" title="Film" rel="wikipedia"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; but a true story. i've pitted sisa when she become crazy while looking for his two sons, Crispin and basilio.. for these was required for filipino subject.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;And after that i didn't know that my uncle was already in SM CLARK,PAMPANGA was waiting for me to come home..and after i said my good byes to my teacher as well in my classmates. i told them also that i will be with my uncle, before going home. we go first to &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duty-free_shop" title="Duty-free shop" rel="wikipedia"&gt;duty free&lt;/a&gt; to buy some stuffs for his sons. aftter a few days, we go back to tarlac.. i've been in pangasinan also, i stayed with my sister.. we are so happy spending almost a day in beach with my family.. i'm so happy looking at the beautiful waves of the beach.. after a few days we go back to samar.. i'm so happy to see my friends in elementary and i decided to finish my secondary years there.. and after i finish that, my family decided to sent me here in manila to my tertiary.. the things that happen in my life was so unforgettable.. and i treasure it a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bherlyn is a simple girl, a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" title="God" rel="wikipedia"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; fearing too.. a happy go lucky and loving friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/c85715db-632f-4b41-85e4-0097dfd603bd/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=c85715db-632f-4b41-85e4-0097dfd603bd" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-7908194965592398731?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7908194965592398731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-ways-of-life-by-bherlyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/7908194965592398731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/7908194965592398731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-ways-of-life-by-bherlyn.html' title='My Ways of Life by bherlyn'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8112094296839275168</id><published>2009-11-04T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:47:12.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyber Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>love takes time by nozomi.hayashi</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a right time for everything.. Time for fun, Time to study and Time for falling in love.. We, youths are too young to think about it. We should focus first on our studies.. According to my own experience, falling inlove at this moment was like a having what you want but you can't.. I, myself  experience that feeling.. I felt like I'm in heaven, He's always there for me, saying sweet nothings, supporting each other.. We are almost a perfect couple, but it was not..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I realized that it was too early for me to think about it or too young to fall in love.. maybe &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" title="God" rel="wikipedia"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; let me felt being hurt for me to realized that there's someone better than him and someone whom really meant for me.. if love is true, it will lasts.. if it's not true it will not..Love comes unexpectedly, and I'm sure that when that right time comes, I'm ready to give it all&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm very happy with my family and friends.. They make me feel so special and precious.. They make fall in life as well.. Know it's importance.. thank you for everything, supporting, guiding and comforting me when I'm on my emptiness.. I'm satisfied on the things happen in my life..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;You, I would to thank you as well!! I know that you treat me as your princess, maybe it happen because where not yet ready for it or We are not really meant for each.. I hope that you'll be happy like me.. I know that you'll find that special Girl when your ready to face the consequences behind it and conquers it all..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;love is a feeling that cannot be defeated if it is really meant for you.. and true love really waits.. It really waits.. Love takes time..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;nozomi.hayashi is a spongebob addict, a loving and caring dauhter and friend.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/31313189-b523-47a1-9edd-bb883abbaa92/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=31313189-b523-47a1-9edd-bb883abbaa92" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8112094296839275168?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8112094296839275168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-takes-time-by-nozomihayashi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8112094296839275168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8112094296839275168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-takes-time-by-nozomihayashi.html' title='love takes time by nozomi.hayashi'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-5326537063868403014</id><published>2009-11-04T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:46:02.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aesthetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visual perception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Make a Difference (M-A-D) by transient writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human" title="Human" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Humans&lt;/a&gt; are created in this world uniquely and perfectly in the eyes of the creator, although, people seldom complain about their personal imperfections.   People judge &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aesthetics" title="Aesthetics" rel="wikipedia"&gt;aesthetic&lt;/a&gt; beauty using their eyes, and not by their &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart" title="Heart" rel="wikipedia"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt;.  They tried to be good in the eyes of others, yet imperfections appeared when nobody sees them.   People idolized &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Person" title="Person" rel="wikipedia"&gt;persons&lt;/a&gt; that seemed perfect in their eyes; likewise, they even copied the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lifestyle" title="Lifestyle" rel="wikipedia"&gt;way of living&lt;/a&gt; of their idols.  Idolization is not awful, only if, nobody is being harmed or destructed.  Sometimes, the thinking of impossibility hinders us in order to stand on own replica.  However, if we only craving for possibility of all our wants, it will happen.  Nothing is impossible for those persons who believed on themselves that they can.   Obstacles are given in our life, nonetheless, these obstacles are our stepping stones in order to make us difference. Everyone is part of the whole, thus, what is different are the characters of each individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAD - stands for "Make a Difference". These words must manifest on your own. However, it doesn’t mean that you’re going to be a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superhero" title="Superhero" rel="wikipedia"&gt;superhero&lt;/a&gt; in order to be different with the others.  Rather, you’re just leaving your personal footprints as an instrument of change.  An idea that you initiated might contribute a constant pattern for  others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward on your given path, and believing that it was right compared to the majority.  A saying from Uta Hagen, “We must overcome the notion that we must be regular... it robs you of the chance to be extraordinary and leads you to the mediocre”.  A &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_perception" title="Visual perception" rel="wikipedia"&gt;vision&lt;/a&gt; of becoming starts on being a different with others. Dare to be MAD- Make a difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;br /&gt;"I am a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" title="God" rel="wikipedia"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;-fearing individual, a friendly person, and easy to get along with.  A person who has heart to serve others. An adventurer, and a dreamer who believes that everything is possible. I am a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goal-oriented" title="Goal-oriented" rel="wikipedia"&gt;goal oriented&lt;/a&gt; individual who wants an immediate response in every task that I engage in.    However, I am also a person who is easily to disappoint when things that I made was out of my plan." -- transient &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Writer" title="Writer" rel="wikipedia"&gt;writer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/430cde24-5c45-486a-b8ad-f9e6484e4342/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=430cde24-5c45-486a-b8ad-f9e6484e4342" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-5326537063868403014?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5326537063868403014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-difference-m-d-by-transient-writer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5326537063868403014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5326537063868403014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-difference-m-d-by-transient-writer.html' title='Make a Difference (M-A-D) by transient writer'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-6675079887054731172</id><published>2009-11-04T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:44:12.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atmosphere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water pollution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carbon dioxide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecosystem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropical and subtropical moist broadleaf forests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air pollution'/><title type='text'>SAVE OUR NATURE by Rukiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pollutants are subatances that poison the air, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_pollution" title="Water pollution" rel="wikipedia"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;, and soil. Different human activities result in the production and release of these substances in the environment.&lt;br /&gt;Pollutants are released in the air by chemical plants, steel, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oil_refinery" title="Oil refinery" rel="wikipedia"&gt;oil refineries&lt;/a&gt;, danger waste burners and automobiles. Pollutants are released when equipment leaks,when you fill your tank and drive your car, or when waste is given off from a factory. Through smoke pipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air pollutants are released in large amount of enough to be deadly. Inhaling air pollutants can cause serious health problems, such as cancer, birth defects, immediate death, and other serious illeness. Water pollutants include mercury,lean, oils &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sulfuric_acid" title="Sulfuric acid" rel="wikipedia"&gt;sulfuric acid&lt;/a&gt; cement and chemicals from gasoline. Some other manufacturing factories use large quantities of fresh water to carry away wastes of many kinds. The water with waste is released into, lakes, or oceans, which in turn spread the pollutants. Water pollutants poison our oceans, seas. rivers and lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropical forests are especially important in global economy. &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropical_and_subtropical_moist_broadleaf_forests" title="Tropical and subtropical moist broadleaf forests" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Tropical forest&lt;/a&gt; are noted for their beautiful woods. These woods are commonly used for furniture, molding, paneling, flooring, boats, pulp, particle-board, and even matches to name a few. Tropical forest are home to tribal hunter. Gatherers whose ways of life have been relatively unchanged for centuries. These people depend on the forest for their livelihood. Millions of people also live in areas around tropical forest. They rely on the forest for their water, fuel, and agriculture. The urban, dwellers, tropical forest provide water for domestic use and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydroelectricity" title="Hydroelectricity" rel="wikipedia"&gt;hydro electric power&lt;/a&gt;. Their scenic beauty, educational value, and opportunities for outdoor recreation support &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tourism" title="Tourism" rel="wikipedia"&gt;tourist industry&lt;/a&gt;. Many medicines and drugs came from plants found only in tropical rain forest. Many more maybe found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forest are biological communities of trees with other plants and animals that have evolved together forever over millions of years. Because of the worldwide lodd of tropical forests, thousands of plants and animals species are threatened with extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trees, the largest of all land plants,act as a kind ofenvironmental for the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecosystem" title="Ecosystem" rel="wikipedia"&gt;ecosystem&lt;/a&gt; hey dominate.Trees complement animals un the global environment mammals take in oxygen that the plants release in the air and exhale the carbon dioxidethat the plants use in their rowth processes and store in carbon in woody plants return oxygen to the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atmosphere" title="Atmosphere" rel="wikipedia"&gt;atmosphere&lt;/a&gt; as a waste product.This process known as photosynthesis is essential to life carbon captured from the atmosphere by photosynthesis is eventually recycled through the environment in a process known as the carbon cycle.trees have an especially important role in the carbon cycle.Trees,leaves also act as filters to remove atmospheric pollutants from the air.Tropical forest actually influence the climate the enormous number of plants found in the rainforest return huge amounts of water to theatmosphere,increasing,humidity and cooling the air for miles around.In addation,tropical forest replenish the air by utilizing &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carbon_dioxide" title="Carbon dioxide" rel="wikipedia"&gt;carbon dioxide&lt;/a&gt; and giving.By fixing carbon,they help maintain the atmosphere and being low the global green house effect.forest also moderate stream flow.When trees are cleared, rainfall ruins off more quickly,contributing to floods and erosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rukiya is a simple girl, and it has a simple dream. she likes friendly person,funny,and it has faith in god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/e6342708-7f50-4343-bae2-80d8a4c4dc91/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=e6342708-7f50-4343-bae2-80d8a4c4dc91" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-6675079887054731172?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6675079887054731172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/save-our-nature-by-rukiya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6675079887054731172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6675079887054731172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/save-our-nature-by-rukiya.html' title='SAVE OUR NATURE by Rukiya'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8677483077295759057</id><published>2009-10-27T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T03:05:12.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public utility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norm'/><title type='text'>Was it Romantic or Purely Platonic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A review [more of a reflection] of the stage play entitled Ismail and Isabel presented by the Philippine Educational Theater Association shown at PETA Theater Center on August 30, 2009, 3:00 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 9:30 pm at Acacia Lane. There were drops of rain subtly falling from the sky. It was dark but bravely dim. “Ominous weather,” I told myself. Whenever a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_utility" title="Public utility" rel="wikipedia"&gt;public utility&lt;/a&gt; vehicle stopped, a lot of people would try to push other passengers to get a seat for themselves. Luckily, I was spared of the body wrestling and my butt was given barely half a seat. I was trying to comfortably settle on my prize when a child, barely 12 years old, entered the vehicle. He slowly walked down the narrow isle distributing envelopes with a short letter: “Koya, pangkain lang po.” The letters were barely readable – I could easily imagine how the boy tried his best to scribble down the note. I told myself, “Here’s another Ismail and Isabel, another victim – perhaps not of a war in Mindanao – but of another greater and more complicated battle against &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poverty" title="Poverty" rel="wikipedia"&gt;poverty&lt;/a&gt;, crises, and social injustice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the boy what his name was. And in an almost inaudible voice, he said, “Toto po.” I looked at the people around me and noticed that no one really got bothered to even look at Toto. “Poor boy,” my mind whispered to myself. “His heart will be as empty of sympathy as his envelopes of pennies.” I could blame no one. Everyone looked so tired and weary that, at that moment, the sole individual concern was to go home safely to lay his or her back – and be dead until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Toto?” I repeated. The boy simply nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of putting some coins in his envelope, I gave him the crackers I had in my bag. Not far from where he rode with us, he collected all the empty envelopes and get off the jeepney as fast as he could. In a second or two, he was gone – out of sight, but not from mind. Not of my thought about Toto, or of Ismail and Isabel. Words began to find their paths to weave questions in my head: Was he also from Dilangawen? Does he also dream of adventures? Does he also try to fill his wanting stomach with &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folklore" title="Folklore" rel="wikipedia"&gt;folktales&lt;/a&gt;? Or has he readily stopped dreaming and hoping that someday he could make his own great and triumphant story to tell? “How would he,” I reflectively said, “if his immediate concern is how to live today so that he could at least see the flickering light of someday.” I made sense I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narrative" title="Narrative" rel="wikipedia"&gt;narrative&lt;/a&gt; of Ismail and Isabel, or of Toto’s story, is not a new thing for Filipinos. The conflict in Mindanao has become an endless story about grieving parents, abused children, and dying civilians. Many, if not all, have become like my co-passengers at the jeepney – numb and oblivious of all that is happening in the South. Why? Because the war has readily become like a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norm_%28sociology%29" title="Norm (sociology)" rel="wikipedia"&gt;social norm&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=14.5833333333,121.0&amp;amp;spn=10.0,10.0&amp;amp;q=14.5833333333,121.0%20%28Philippines%29&amp;amp;t=h" title="Philippines" rel="geolocation"&gt;Philippines&lt;/a&gt;. Filipinos have become adapted to it. Or simply put – in an artistic language – the war in Mindanao has become a piece of story devoid of aesthetic elements – of creativity, primarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ismail and Isabel may not be a new tale of struggle, but its presentation was fresh and dynamic. I might not have seen the adeptness in the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Actor" title="Actor" rel="wikipedia"&gt;actors&lt;/a&gt;’ stage performances, but I have felt their awareness of what they were presenting. They were not really professionals yet, but their intentions to ingrain in our hearts the strong message of the alms seekers transcended the boundaries of professionalism. I also could not help but admire Rody Vera on his idea that – amidst our worries that the victims of war may lose access to basic needs such as shelter, food, and clothing – the bigger concern are not really those but that these children may lose their “power to dream, to imagine, and to hope.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was not a bad idea that our longing for material needs could be substituted by the abundance of our imaginations’ produce,” the implied said of the play. But I said, “What if the minds could no longer work to produce and weave consumable literature? Besides, will the seed of written art sprout in a hungry mind which is no different from a barren soil?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the performers were cool. They were just great – terribly great. For their age, they definitely deserve applause and approval. Despite their squeaking voices and not so identifiable voices, I must say they have the talents to reflect emotions. The choreography was also one thing worthy of our respect. No doubt Carlon Matobato is a pro. Sometimes though, I couldn’t make sense on why they needed to do summersaults and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breakdance" title="Breakdance" rel="wikipedia"&gt;break dancing&lt;/a&gt;. It made a show within a show. Were those really needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last, issue into which all my reviews will boil into: The relationship between Ismail and Isabel that the narrative would want to tell. Was it romantic or purely platonic? Was it the opposite sex kind of love or the brotherly-sisterly love? In some acts, the play would almost always like to suggest that the two characters would end up together as lovers. But when the audience was about to be convinced, Isabel would suddenly call Ismael as “Kuya,” instantly dismissing the tingling feeling from the viewers. What was really that? Did the play really want to say that amidst &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crime" title="Crime" rel="wikipedia"&gt;crime&lt;/a&gt;, violence, and war, there would always be a hope, a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romance_%28love%29" title="Romance (love)" rel="wikipedia"&gt;romantic love&lt;/a&gt; that would bloom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s Miss Maribel Legarda? Can you rewind the show and further explain the issue for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This essay was submitted to Dr. Del Fierro as a requirement for her class in Foundations of Language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/43c1ac11-d40d-4abe-99b4-3e3c45d7f1e8/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=43c1ac11-d40d-4abe-99b4-3e3c45d7f1e8" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8677483077295759057?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8677483077295759057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/was-it-romantic-or-purely-platonic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8677483077295759057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8677483077295759057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/was-it-romantic-or-purely-platonic.html' title='Was it Romantic or Purely Platonic?'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-7678971100901334073</id><published>2009-10-21T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T04:04:07.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job-Related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mailing Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recreation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>About a Guy by Trixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are just no other pair of eyes you'd die to see gazing at you...such sweet conversations crowding your mind over and over again…thoughts of you together lingering on your memory…warm hands over yours, red lips blowing your cheeks, loving arms around your waist, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hug" title="Hug" rel="wikipedia"&gt;hugging&lt;/a&gt; you tight. What was the feeling? &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heaven" title="Heaven" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Heaven&lt;/a&gt;, certainly. Then there are those times when life seems so easy, everything’s light, nothing could go wrong and everything is perfectly fine. Moments that you’d wish the day would never end and you will be grateful if you’re stuck on that time forever.  Remembering the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laughter" title="Laughter" rel="wikipedia"&gt;laughter&lt;/a&gt;, reminiscing the smiles, about the minutes you’d just sit for a while looking at each other’s eyes as if you already understood what those gazes means. When during your agony, he’s the one shoulder you’d cry on, one who lend you hid ears if you have problem, one that carries your burdens and  loads. He who greatly appreciate your jokes. He whose &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humour" title="Humour" rel="wikipedia"&gt;sense of humor&lt;/a&gt; makes your stomach hurt and your eyes teary of laughter. During those rainy days he would accompany you home, not letting even a single drop of rain fall unto your shoulders, giving you his jacket even if he’s freezing cold. Those funny faces he can make and cute grins he does when you’re not on the mood makes you realize that you shouldn’t be too serious because there’s still tomorrow and by with him the better would be the best.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Remember how he touched you are upon seeing his beaming face on your doorstep. He cares to pass by  just to say &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.amazon.com/I-Love-You-Diana-Ross/dp/B000HEZ8VK%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82%26tag%3Dzemanta-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB000HEZ8VK" title="I Love You" rel="amazon"&gt;I Love You&lt;/a&gt; and look if you’re okay. Your heart wanted to leap the day he whispered in your ear, “You’re that one single girl I spend my life with.” But you’re too speechless to reply, “you’re that one single guy I’d love and cherish for eternity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;But those things are just memories now, taken way back yesterday, before the day he decided to settle on his own. Your smiles are put to an end and all your hopes came crashing down like the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sand_art_and_play" title="Sand art and play" rel="wikipedia"&gt;sand castle&lt;/a&gt; devoured by the raging waves. All that was around you once colorful but now were all turned to black and the sweet   humming song on your ears is now a lyric without a tune. Your heart is filled with emptiness; your face is traces with &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pain" title="Pain" rel="wikipedia"&gt;pain&lt;/a&gt;. You’re laughing but you’re unhappy, you ca touch but you can’t feel, you are breathing but your not alive. You find it hard waking up every morning because it is the day you have to face him again…wearing your scripted smiles and rehearsed words telling him you’re okay now, you can stand on your own. You dreaded the thought of seeing him happy, hearing him laugh like nothing happened while you are in that corner sitting in despair, easing the pain. Each time you witness his presence there goes that desperate longing to have him close to you again, feel his warm breath again. You wanted to hug him all over again… but &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.amazon.com/Reality-Bites-Region-Winona-Ryder/dp/B0000A33QX%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82%26tag%3Dzemanta-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB0000A33QX" title="Reality Bites [Region 2]" rel="amazon"&gt;reality bites&lt;/a&gt; he’s not yours now, and he’s with someone else now. You would die to see them together, wishing you were there beside him. You wanted to scream, but there is nothing you can do. Just look him with her. ;’c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;"Me, as a person , I must say I’m true to my self. I really don’t imitate styles of others and became a copycat in many ways. Being the real me is the real deal and that’s what I’m keeping everyday.  I love myself." -- Trixie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/dc03ace1-2827-4ef2-ac8f-19d95b3002bf/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=dc03ace1-2827-4ef2-ac8f-19d95b3002bf" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-7678971100901334073?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7678971100901334073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-guy-by-trixie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/7678971100901334073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/7678971100901334073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-guy-by-trixie.html' title='About a Guy by Trixie'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-5435478419002806064</id><published>2009-10-21T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T03:59:00.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society and Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAQs  Help  and Tutorials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temporary Employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>"My Wonderful Days" by Bia</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The school of &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://elgu.ncc.gov.ph/ecommunity/basey-wsamar" title="Basey, Samar" rel="homepage"&gt;Basey&lt;/a&gt; National High School is my dear alma mater,where I started to enjoy mylife, with my funny classmates.In my first year &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_school" title="High school" rel="wikipedia"&gt;high school&lt;/a&gt; days, sometimes we are not so serious in our study, we always hang-out everywhere and do everything we want to do, bonding everywhere, we shared those comedy stories, jokes rather than to study our lessons. Mostly everyone of us was not intended to read books. I thought if how's my condition when it comes a fourth year student? because during our T.L.E subject, I saw those fourth year &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Student" title="Student" rel="wikipedia"&gt;students&lt;/a&gt; make a delicious cake as their project and I'm insecured to them in those activity that they made.I know that the time will come that i will experience that kind of activity they had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my second year, third and fourth year, I tried to stand on my own, for my family have no time for me in attending whatever school activity, so I my own did it for me. Like when the enrollment comes, I myself tried to talk to a person who is attended in that particular arrangement of my papers to comply my needs and when my school days comes whatever the school administration calls for parents to attend meetings. I myself pretended that my parents is on my side but in  truth my purpose is just to listen for what must my parents will contribute on what will be the result of a particular school assembly for Parents and Teachers together for school organization.Now and then, I've experience a lot, with my schoolmates, classmates, teachers and more teachers loves me during my high school life, sometimes one of my teacher wants me to live in their house, but more I love my grandma, I can't leave her whatever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my every subject, I wished to have a good grades in every grading periods that I liked to see in my report cards, but in what way i can get a good grades? Then, I realized that I can't reached those grades I had dreamed if i did not study hard and try to become intended in this hobby. Through my faith and hardwork I overcome it. Then I started to shared my knowledge to my classmates and I started to become serious and responsible student. Especially in my fourth year high school for we are still graduating , we must aware in evrything  for what is happening. Currently, maybe we are in critical situation for choosing the careerfor our future. Even there are times that we're in a difficulty in life living, we had been enjoyed our days while we're being solved the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my happiest moments that we had been together with my classmates when my classmate invited us to their fiesta. We walked together to their far place where they had been celebrate their fiestas. We're so much excited &amp;amp; enjoyed on that occassion, there's a lot of people are happy, there is a closeness of friends, relatives, and togetherness for the whole barangay. Then, we enjoyed eating delicious different kinds of foods, then go to different beautiful places, chuch, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gymnasium_%28school%29" title="Gymnasium (school)" rel="wikipedia"&gt;gymnasium&lt;/a&gt;, where we saw different games, carnabals, the beautiful beaches, I heard and saw the wonderful sound of sea waves on sea shores. Suddenly, when the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graduation" title="Graduation" rel="wikipedia"&gt;graduation&lt;/a&gt; came, most of us didn't like to far apart each other, 'coz we missed each others in those days that we'd been together during our laughters and fears the emotions that we had. Some of my classmates saying "Hope it will back to the future".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, most of us are not ready to enter college life. High school is different to college life., it is facing a challenges and careern and excitement, sometimes fear. But in high school full of enjoyment and laughters. Then, I relaized that there is no way to progress in dicontinous studying. And now, i accept that improvement is needed. No matter how difficult it is to face challenges in this profession. Therefore, now and then following my destiny and my wonderful days of life wiht my faith and love to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIA is a first year college student in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=14.5743916667,121.042030556&amp;amp;spn=1.0,1.0&amp;amp;q=14.5743916667,121.042030556%20%28Rizal%20Technological%20University%29&amp;amp;t=h" title="Rizal Technological University" rel="geolocation"&gt;Rizal Technological University&lt;/a&gt; and was enrolled in &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nursing_school" title="Nursing school" rel="wikipedia"&gt;College of Nursing&lt;/a&gt;. She is a trying hard person to all things that she would like to do. She had a blue eye. She is a simple girl but beautiful, brave and humble. She likes a person who are thruth not fake. She like a color pink that symbolize joy. Her hobby is writing and reading &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_language" title="English language" rel="wikipedia"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt; Novels and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible" title="Bible" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/479b96d3-ab79-4388-8c69-550fb9df9b55/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=479b96d3-ab79-4388-8c69-550fb9df9b55" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-5435478419002806064?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5435478419002806064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-wonderful-days-by-bia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5435478419002806064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5435478419002806064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-wonderful-days-by-bia.html' title='&quot;My Wonderful Days&quot; by Bia'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8881263129989428435</id><published>2009-10-21T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T03:55:59.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairy tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SnowWhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High-heeled footwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Princess'/><title type='text'>Barbie Doll by Vicious Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was young, I used to believe in pixies and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairy_tale" title="Fairy tale" rel="wikipedia"&gt;fairy tales&lt;/a&gt;. Everyday was a play day; paper dolls, tea parties, dressing up, cartoons, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disney_Princess" title="Disney Princess" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Disney princesses&lt;/a&gt;: Jasmin, Aurora, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0448097575%26tag%3Dzemanta-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/Snow-White-Disney/dp/0448097575%253FSubscriptionId=0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82" title="Snow White" rel="amazon"&gt;Snow White&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinderella" title="Cinderella" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapunzel" title="Rapunzel" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/a&gt;, and the like. But, there’s this person who caught most of my attention, and I call her Fiona.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Fiona and I met during my fifth birthday because my cool mom introduced her to me. Ever since then, she became my best chum or should I say I tried to become her alter ego. I brought her everywhere I went; we’re together from the time I sleep until I woke up. Besides, we share everything; I bathe, and dress her up, and I even impart to her all my thoughts and deepest secrets. She just looked at me, smiled, and speechless. Every day seems to be a routine, same face, and same expression. But behind her silence is an incomparable beauty: from her smooth &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blond" title="Blond" rel="wikipedia"&gt;blonde hair&lt;/a&gt; with bangs, tantalizing eyes with perfectly combined pink and purple eye shadow, rosy cheeks, kissable lips, fair skin, and sexy body complete with fashionable outfits, fabulous earrings, bracelets, rings, high hills, and other accessories. For me, she’s truly a goddess, superstar in her own way. I’m dying to be like Fiona, and I even tried to surpass her.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;One time, when I was alone in our house, I went inside my mom’s room, raided her closet; put on make ups; wear dangling earrings, pearl and gold necklaces, bangles, watches, cocktail dresses, sleeveless, spaghetti straps, halter, which are already long gowns and dresses  to me; &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High-heeled_footwear" title="High-heeled footwear" rel="wikipedia"&gt;high heels&lt;/a&gt;, and other accessories. In front of the mirror, the room transformed into a stage, and the spot light was focused on me. Pose here, there, and everywhere; I’m now the catwalk princess. At an early age, I’m already trying hard to be a lady, and Fiona has been proud of me as she looks at me with her usual expression, smiling yet speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I stepped out of the box where I kept myself for a long time. I realized that pixies never exist, fairytales seldom happened, and I can never be a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbie" title="Barbie" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Barbie&lt;/a&gt; enclosed in my own fancy world. I’m sick and tired of talking to lifeless creature: no heart, brain, and soul. Looks can be deceiving as what they say, but how can I envy such thing when I can utilize my senses: I have eyes that can see; nose that can smell; mouth that can talk; arms that can move freely; and, legs that can walk. I’m alive and free! No one can control me. Despite everything, Fiona still lingers in me, her speechlessness and smile that hides her true feelings, which defines what material she’s made of—plastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivacious Andy - I'm an optimistic person, a girl whose life is more than just &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0029583/" title="Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937 film)" rel="imdb"&gt;happy&lt;/a&gt;; I like to do a lot of things that I’m interested in like dancing, fashion, party and art. I also tend to do a lot of things that I don’t do much so that I will learn more about them. Furthermore, I’m a loving daughter, sister, and a friend who's always there to listen, the one who has loads of laugh, always fooling around when nothing to do and do random things. I'm just a simple person who likes to have a cool life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/e1b3c84a-e7d2-4e39-adb7-6d65c114482c/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=e1b3c84a-e7d2-4e39-adb7-6d65c114482c" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8881263129989428435?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8881263129989428435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/barbie-doll-by-vicious-andy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8881263129989428435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8881263129989428435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/barbie-doll-by-vicious-andy.html' title='Barbie Doll by Vicious Andy'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-9060677680201957913</id><published>2009-10-10T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:33:58.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide'/><title type='text'>A journey to Surpass by Mis uni</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plants,animals ang human beings, these are the creation of god that mostly struggling in order for them to survive in daily quest of life. In a one snap of almighty’s hand life can be change and even you want to repel the fate of life, it’ just not working anymore. I defined life as the opportunity given to us by god to see the outer and innermost beauty of one of the creation of him, the Earth. And all of happening in us is properly planned by him.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing my childhood days, when I’m not mature enough to know what is right to wrong. Questions are confusing my mind about life and easy challenges that I had encountered. And I can’t find the answers yet. In my childhood, playing dolls and houses is what I used to do. There’s no dull moments and tearful supplication. All I remember is the enjoyable things I do when I was a kid. But as I grow old, awakening the truth of life makes me wonder. What is our purpose in life? Why do people have difficult time planning-out their lives? Why there are some undergoing miserable life experiencing the grayest shade of life. Those are questions boggling my mind. As I look-out in our environment, I realized people in this world undergoing different aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some of them feel life as punishment and everything they do can never be good. It’s like they’re walking in a path where criticisms, insecurity, dumbness and loneliness lies, incapable them to succeed in daily task of life. They lost their direction and go as far as using drugs and committing suicide. But there are people who positively take life as a challenge. Sacrificing everything for their aim toward success. They believe that everything has a cause. People in all their busy lives are forgetting to enjoy their accomplishment in life. The reality is that in order to achieve balance in life, we must work at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and earth are related to each other. Our environment serve as mirror for us people need to observe what is happening around us. We don’t need to be affected by them but to change for the good to save our mother Earth and obtain our morality as a human, being a human and also a Pilipino, what l’m looking forward to my journey in life is to seek for my future and to change for a better me. To be happy, contented on what God’s plan for me.  And to be the best that I can be so that my parents will be proud at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Uni-she's a silent type of person.Interested of playing games in facebook and chatting with her friends.God-fearing and lovable daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/ebe5deb7-eeb8-4cf0-8903-5662ca4ee132/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=ebe5deb7-eeb8-4cf0-8903-5662ca4ee132" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-9060677680201957913?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9060677680201957913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-to-surpass-by-mis-uni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9060677680201957913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9060677680201957913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-to-surpass-by-mis-uni.html' title='A journey to Surpass by Mis uni'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-7460546792317417483</id><published>2009-10-10T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:34:22.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chemotherapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lung cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conditions and Diseases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tobacco smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lung'/><title type='text'>CANCER! It kills! by Siopau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For me cancer is a scary word. Almost everyone knows someone who got very sick or died because of cancer. Most of the time, older people are the target of this disease. Not many kids can get cancer, but when they do, very often it can be treated and cured in the short period of time. Cancer cause about 13% of all human deaths. It really scares me a lot. Sometimes, you’ll never know you have a cancer.  Cancer is the most traitor disease people will ever had. Even though you feel good and you are healthy, you may get this kind of illness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Actually, cancer is a disease where in the growth of cells are uncontrolled. There are&lt;br /&gt;many kind of cancer. Like colon, brain, lung, and also cervical cancer. This disease is very hard to cure. You have to go through many treatments before you become safe from cancer. It is really hard for a person to have a cancer because it's not really easy to cure. Even you can have this disease. I have known many people who have a disease like this. And whenever I see them, I feel what they feels. Eventhough I want to help them, but then, I really can't.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the causes of lung cancer  is cigarette smoking. This kind of act can destroy our lungs. And the most affected are those people who are not smoking. Even they don't smoke, they can have this disease. Drinking too much can be also a cause of cancer. And this only means that we have to be aware in anything  we do in our daily life. This unhealthy habits can be the cause of our death. And Im afraid of this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Having medical check ups can detect if a person has a cancer. We really have to be aware in this kind of illness. Now a days, theres a lot of people died because of cancer. But because of technologies that people had been made, doctors can now diagnose and treat cancer. One is the chemotherapy, wherein a person go through many procedures. They use a catheter that is attached to a bag to hold the medicine like pills. I know this because I have a relative who is going through this treatment until know. I know how it feels to have this kind of illness. People have to take a risk for them to survive. We really have to avoid cigarette smoking, drinking too much and the unhealthy habits to prevent cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIOPAU is simple and optimist. She loves reading. And she is also supportive to her friends. She makes someone smile whenever it has a problem. She really loves her family and friends.  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/04b01e39-0c2d-4b03-b49e-e21b66639ab1/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=04b01e39-0c2d-4b03-b49e-e21b66639ab1" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-7460546792317417483?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7460546792317417483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/cancer-it-kills-by-siopau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/7460546792317417483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/7460546792317417483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/cancer-it-kills-by-siopau.html' title='CANCER! It kills! by Siopau'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-2847875941612982371</id><published>2009-10-10T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:28:15.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recreation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In-joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Bessie by golly wow by queenzheska</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A bestfriend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you, someone who can see the truth and pain in you even when you are fooling everyone else. Bessie friend, are the one's who wipe the tears and hold your hand while everyone else just stands around asking what happened? Bessie friend, are hard to find harder to leave and impossible to forget. They can tell you things you don't want to tell to yourself, the one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;They are like stars, you don't always see them but you know they're always there. Life's journey is easier when you hear a friends footsteps beside you.Bessie friend, is the kind of person who you can walk up to with the biggest smile on your face and they still ask "what's wrong?" They are the person who sees the pain in your eyes when the rest of the world believes the smile on your face. They are my true friends when two friends can walk in opposite directions and yet remain side by side.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Reasons why we need bessie friends. One, you can't ride a seesaw by yourself.  Two,you need a screaming  buddy while watching scary movies. Three, playing patintero or tumbang preso not as much fun with your dog. Four, you need someone to gush and discuss what your crush meant when he said "hi" and waved. Five, how else will you use up your stationery  and sticker collection if not to write long letters to friends? Six, you get to drag someone when you're too shy to do something on your own. Seven, you've got a sure partner for all school projects and events. Ironically true right? funny isn't it? Sometimes i wonder what my life would be like without them, then i thank god i only have to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;My bessie friends, they understand when i say forget it. They wait forever when i say just a minute. Stand by my side when i say leave me alone. They just listen for how many hours when i'm crying on the phone. Yeah, we laugh too hard, act too immature but i wouldn't have it any other way. It's those times we go so crazy, people think were high. The times we make each other laugh until we cry. All those inside jokes and annoying activities that we shared, those are all reasons were call us BESSIE FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Being a good bessie friend, is not always about stopping each other from making mistakes but its always about being there after the mistakes. Bessie friend know how stupid you are and still choose to be seen with you in public. Friendship is what gets you through the bad times and help you enjoy the good times.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I love my crazy, idiotic, annoying, funny, amazing, clothes stealing, secret keeping, honest, loyal and retarded bessie friends. We will be friends as long as stars twinkle in the sky as long as angels are there up high 'till oceans run dry 'till the day i die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;queenzheska is a good girl but most of the time kinda retarded,she's music lover so if you are interested and if you want to be one of her bessie friends come on! Let's rock and roll!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/2d3a6e36-b343-42a3-a74a-13685183f5f8/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=2d3a6e36-b343-42a3-a74a-13685183f5f8" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-2847875941612982371?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2847875941612982371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/bessie-by-golly-wow-by-queenzheska.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/2847875941612982371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/2847875941612982371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/bessie-by-golly-wow-by-queenzheska.html' title='Bessie by golly wow by queenzheska'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-903158897986369295</id><published>2009-10-01T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:45:36.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony Takitani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories of Matsuko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>Three Japanese Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For so long now, I've been trying to write so many things about my current adventures. Sadly, the sun always sets down even before I could begin painting my thoughts in words. No one could really stop the earth from its rotation and the sun will always have to sleep to regain its strength; fortunately, this ball of fire will certainly rise up again the next day to mark a new beginning for sentence and paragraph weaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn writing with great passion. So, every time I write article, essay, or poem, I would like to feel that I am writing a masterpiece worth cherishing for a lifetime. It is as if they are gems that will require constant polishing, a treasure of great semantic arrangements. But more than my &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Writing" title="Writing" rel="wikipedia"&gt;written&lt;/a&gt; works’ linguistic characteristics, I prefer to read them over and over again because of  the lessons deeply imbued in each of their letters, which serve as strands of a &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Literature" title="Literature" rel="wikipedia"&gt;literary&lt;/a&gt; fabric intricately woven into a clothing that will give me warmth and strength in case I encounter rain – or hurricane – in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I particularly want to write about the movies I have watched from the recently concluded 2009 Japanese &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Film_festival" title="Film festival" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Film Festival&lt;/a&gt;. It was held last July at the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shangri-La_Hotels_and_Resorts" title="Shangri-La Hotels and Resorts" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Shangri-La Hotel&lt;/a&gt; – free admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen almost all the eight featured &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Film" title="Film" rel="wikipedia"&gt;films&lt;/a&gt; except Always-Sunset on Third Street and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0420260/" title="Tony Takitani" rel="imdb"&gt;Tony Takitani&lt;/a&gt;. Three of these eight films emerged to be my most favorite -- &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memories_of_Tomorrow" title="Memories of Tomorrow" rel="wikipedia"&gt;Memories of Tomorrow&lt;/a&gt; (Yukihiko, 2006), Kamome Dinner (Naoko, 2006), and &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452039/" title="Mind Game (film)" rel="imdb"&gt;Mind Game&lt;/a&gt; (Yuasa, 2004). The other films, such as the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://kiraware.goo.ne.jp/" title="Memories of Matsuko" rel="homepage"&gt;Memories of Matsuko&lt;/a&gt;, The Milkwoman, and Turn Over-An Angel Is Coming on a Bicycle, are almost as good as the three, but not equally memorable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of tomorrow is a story on how short life is – a passing mist that will appear in a moment and will disappear even faster. Life is as weak as the spider’s web that in a gentle touch will suddenly collapse. However, knowing this universal truth is different from feeling it. And feeling it unnecessarily mean it is strongly being reinforced in my heart. But because of Memories’ medium and message, I have not only understood the fragility of life – I have also felt it with a strong reinforcement. I realized that no matter how successful a man is in this mundane world, he will perish like nothing – a pitiful creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although life is delicate, there is no reason to be pessimistic. It might be short, but there is a way to make it happy and contented, which is the main message of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamome Dinner.&lt;/span&gt; The story, plot, development, cinematography, and screenplay all boil down to a simple yet strong message – a message that can be summed up through the line of one the characters: “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are the Finish happy and relaxed?&lt;/span&gt;” The other character replied: “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe because of their forests?&lt;/span&gt;”  Perhaps, some may wonder why such mediocre line deeply caught my attention. Well, it is because, like the character, I  am looking for something that could make me happy. And while watching the film, I have come to a realization that all I have to do to be relaxed. Finding &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happiness" title="Happiness" rel="wikipedia"&gt;happiness&lt;/a&gt; is settling with what is right – remove from my heart anger, envy, jealousy, and sadness. I have to eliminate the feeling that I have been a victim of grave injustice – because I have not been and will never be. Always having the feeling that I have been gravely punished makes me feel so heavy that I can no longer breathe at times. It is as if I want to cry all day.  So, I shall pray. Settle with the basic of life. Drink coffee in my seat. Do my job well. Study hard. Teach with love and concern. And at the end of the day, pray again for prayer is the first and last step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamome simply says the becoming happy is easy. Our dreams need not to be grand. Our dreams could be as simple as wanting to feed people with good food and seeing them smile in every bite. But with a simple dream, we could find great happiness and immense contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but certainly not the least – Mind Game. Mind Game is an animation about a group of people trapped in a big fish. I could tell you the whole story and bore you or tell you the lesson which you could use as you travel in this world. Life is full of great challenges. We might be trapped in a situation where escape may be seemingly impossible. But that is not true. No matter how impossible it may be, there will always be opportunities to win over it. All we need is determination and will. No matter how we perceived our situation to be hopelessly miserable, there will always be chances for us to escape from it and enjoy freedom and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that would be enough. Three stories I would want to get back in the future. I hope to always remember their lessons.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/072efcad-482e-49a7-b3c1-ac07bd216624/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=072efcad-482e-49a7-b3c1-ac07bd216624" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-903158897986369295?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/903158897986369295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-japanese-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/903158897986369295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/903158897986369295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-japanese-movies.html' title='Three Japanese Movies'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-917151517681838272</id><published>2009-09-17T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:00:35.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted Kingdom by Silent Sanctuarilyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How happy in enchanted kingdom? It is so many rides that you can enjoy it. One of the rides is the roller coaster; it is so very fantastic if you ride that but one thing is after you ride, one step you feel like you want to vomit but it is depend on person if are frequently riding that roller coaster. After, my parents went to the ferries wheel to ride, so great, you can see whole surroundings of enchanted kingdom once if you are in the top of the ferries wheel. I feel am angel flying in the sky, or am a darna in telenovela in GMA. Next was suppose to ride in merry go round; you are always turning around that was reason why I vomit, that was kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all rides are went, am so tired then my mother was decided to go in restaurant to eat and rest several minutes. While my parents eating my oldest cousin are created a game to make a dinner is happy while eating. After dinner, my uncle are looking around then he seen a beautiful girls dancing in the hall in front of their audience. In that situation, am so very happy because I have a complete family their times. My parents went to the accessory shop to buy some accessories that you can make them remembrance, buy some T-shirts, stuff toys, wallets, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brought of remembrance, my parents went to the park of enchanted kingdom that we can see the fireworks display in the sky, because all people in the enchanted kingdom are counting, I ask why but said that we have a count down for fireworks display; fireworks display starts in 12 o'clock in the midnight. It is so very fantastic, it is so very beautiful. I think that this is my very beautiful fireworks I’ve ever seen in a true life not in television. The fireworks display is end. And it is time to go home then I was supposed to say goodbye to enchanted kingdom together with my parents waving hands. Before we go home, my parents taking pictures a little bit in front of the doorway of enchanted kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the happiest and second moment with complete family bonding went to the enchanted kingdom. I will seal this in my mind. My meaning of enchanted kingdom in my own opinion, enchanted kingdom that the meaning of enchanted is magical world then kingdom is freedom to enjoy. In whole, enchanted kingdom meaning is "freedom to enjoy in the magical world of rides". That is the reason why enchanted kingdom is my happiest place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Sanctuarilyn is a quiet person, she loves traveling. She want her life more happiness. But, sometimes beside her happy face, there is her problems waiting, anyway, she is a survivor person. She is never give up what ever happen to her life. Also, she want to make happy all people surrounds her. She want to innovae who was craziest person and stupid people. And also she believes in god. But Silent Sanctuarilyn hates the people who insult her and that will can't acceptable to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-917151517681838272?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/917151517681838272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/enchanted-kingdom-by-silent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/917151517681838272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/917151517681838272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/enchanted-kingdom-by-silent.html' title='Enchanted Kingdom by Silent Sanctuarilyn'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-3927385272468060249</id><published>2009-09-16T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:44:24.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal and Class Pages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sixth grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elementary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K through 12'/><title type='text'>Before and Now by Cora</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was young, I did not have to worry about many things. All I did was to play and play. I did not know yet the meaning of hardship. I was then a little child who was not aware of the true meaning of life. There were times that I was mad, sad, and cried, but it was just for a moment and turned into joy. My happiness would be satisfied in a very simple way, which I shared to my playmates and friends. They were the special people who were important to me including my family.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first time I entered in the school. There were many people around the classroom, and those people were the parents of those studentr, and those students were my classmates. I was then a grade one student. My mother bought le a new bag, pair of shoes, notebooks with different pictures of cartooon characters, pencils, `nd all the things th`t I needed in school. Honestly, when I was in grade school, I really love to rmell my newly bought school supplies.  It made me happy every time I had seen those things of mine.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I did not already remember some of the names of my classmates in first grade, even though the name of my crush. Yes! I had my first crush when I was in grade one. But there is only one person that I would never ever forget. He is my neighbor until now and his parents and my family have good friendship. He was my childhood friend, but he always made me cry. Every time I see him now, I always remember our friendship and quarrels, and it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Before I graduated in elementary level, my adviser in sixth grade left us a simple but meaningful message for us to be aware of what would might be happened in our life when we would be graduated in grade school. She said that, when we reach such end, we would face the new beginning of life's journey. I realized that, when I entered on the next level of my educational journey in highschool, the beginning was started again, like when I was in grade one. It was very different on my previous life. I met new classmates and they  became my friends. At first, it was very hard to adjust. The environment was not really the same just like before. Some of my teachers were not as patience as my elementary teachers were. Some subjects had changed too. It became more difficult than in my usual subjects in elementary, but I able to overcome those kind of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;What kind of person is me right now is the foundation of what I had experienced and contributed to myself. I never said that the outcome of my past is all positive. The journey of mine is not yet done. There are many trials, failure, and victories that is waiting for me. I have to push myself in hardwork, determination and eagerness to do my responsibilities and task. So that, I would be able to face all the trials that will come into my life and make me more competetive and stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORA is friendly but a loner type of person. She lacks of self-esteem but always trusts God. She is easily get hurt but never failed to forgive those people who are offended her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/9417694f-bc08-43ed-a544-d7c91c97c57e/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=9417694f-bc08-43ed-a544-d7c91c97c57e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-3927385272468060249?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3927385272468060249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-and-now-by-cora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3927385272468060249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3927385272468060249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-and-now-by-cora.html' title='Before and Now by Cora'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-9203223986292379422</id><published>2009-09-16T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:42:02.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mental Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England national football team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extra time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Defender'/><title type='text'>If Tomorrow Never Comes by Bhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone has a dream in life.All of us want to achieve it so we must pursue our goals.There is a saying,"Try and try until you succeed".In every problem of our lives,we must be strong because  the only person who fails is the one who is weak.We should also pay importance in every day of our lives because it is special.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;My dreams are worthless,my plans are dust,my goals are impossible.All are of no value unless they are followed by action.I will not avoid the tasks of today and charge them for tomorrow for I know that tomorrow never comes.I will act now even though my actions may not bring happiness or success for it is better to act and fail than to act and flounder.Only action determines my value and to mutiply my value,I will multiply my action.I will walk where the failure fears to walk.I will work when the failure seeks rest.I will talk  when the failure remains silent.I will not waste the opportunity that God had given to me.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;In achieving goals,we don't have to forget our family,friends and most of all,the almighty God.He is the one who will guide us in the right way of our lives.the family and friends are the one who will support us in everything we wanted to do.We don't have to let the time passed without saying how much we loved and cared for them.Tomorrow is not a promised to anyone,and today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.so if you're waiting for tomorrow,why not do it today?for if tomorrow never comes,you'll surely regret the day that you did not take that extra time for a smile,a hug and a kiss so take time to say "i'm sorry" and "thank you" and if tomorrow never comes,you'll have no regrets about today.In my family,I am happy because I have parents and a sister who are helping me to achieve my goals.They are also icluded in my wishes because they are my life.They are served as my inspiration and if  tomorrow never comes,i would not regret anything because God gave them to me.There is a song"God will make a way"which he said to us that we must do something new today which would be meaningful and not regretful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;Bhe is obedient and responsible. Sometimes I am naughty and a happy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/7af37e90-cd41-48d3-b766-10f0661ebea1/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=7af37e90-cd41-48d3-b766-10f0661ebea1" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-9203223986292379422?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9203223986292379422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-tomorrow-never-comes-by-bhe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9203223986292379422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9203223986292379422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-tomorrow-never-comes-by-bhe.html' title='If Tomorrow Never Comes by Bhe'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-2081472067900562137</id><published>2009-09-16T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:34:44.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Health and Wellbeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ask an Expert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race-Ethnic-Religious Relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recreation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><title type='text'>Do I relly need to obey? by Mortred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do I really need to obey? My answer will depend on the situation. I will obey someone older and they have the authority to give orders. On the other hand, I will never ever obey someone at my age group who gives orders to me. I am a competitive person that’s why I just can’t let others force me to obey them.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I will never obey someone who is a bag of wind and knows nothing. I hate to see someone giving orders and then you’ll just see them sitting around and having a nonsense conversation with someone. I always feel the rage inside me whenever someone is being bossy. I have this feeling that I need to embarrass them or teach them a lesson they’ll never forget. I want to ask them this question – “Who are you to give orders?” - I just can’t let someone give me orders. Especially, to someone who I really don’t know. And I won’t waste my time in knowing them because I’m not interested to those kinds of students.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I already experienced those students. I noticed that they give orders to us but I can’t see them doing the same thing so why will I obey them? I am not born to obey them. I just continued talking to my friends that time and cracked a joke – “I will only follow if they are smarter than my classmates in high school.”  - I know that’s impossible for them. I believe that a student is smart enough when he/she can follow his/her own rules and they know what to do once the instruction was given to them.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;I really felt happy when our instructor punished them for not following the instructions. For me, they deserve to be punished. I just whispered to my self this line – “Now who’s the boss?” – And laugh.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I know others might think that I am a bad student; I know that they can say that I am boastful. I don’t care about their feelings because I’m not doing any harm to them. I’m not doing anything wrong to them. They can judge me, but they must know the consequences they might face. I know to myself that time will come and those people judging me will be embarrassed someday.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;That is my attitude that others may hate. I will only obey the elders because I respect them, but someone at my age group? Maybe or NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortred loves playing computer, reading books. He hates BOSSY people. He is also quiet.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/86573be5-3040-4ab3-8e84-354776ed4c22/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=86573be5-3040-4ab3-8e84-354776ed4c22" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-2081472067900562137?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2081472067900562137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-i-relly-need-to-obey-by-mortred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/2081472067900562137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/2081472067900562137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-i-relly-need-to-obey-by-mortred.html' title='Do I relly need to obey? by Mortred'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-6998990056880986877</id><published>2009-09-16T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:29:01.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TRUE ART by Genie</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is the meaning of the word art? Can you define it? There are several meaning of the word art. If you broaden your knowledge you can answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;In dictionary, art is use of imagination to make things of aesthetistic significance; it is derived from the Latin ars, meaning skills, has change through history. The arts maybe taken today as encompassing the musical and verbal as well as the visual arts-painting, sculpture,  architectture,and,by extension, print making,drawing,decorative arts and photography. This is the general definition of the word art.                                        &lt;br /&gt;Our life is an art, because it is like a drama series in television. Sometimes we are happy and sometimes we are sad. We are the great actors in real life and that is called art of life. We draw our own destiny. There’s no word like lucky, when we are happy and good all times.There's no word like lucky, when we are happy and good in all times. There’s no such a word like illfated, downtrodden, when we are in bad mood. You are the captain of your destiny. So there's no thing to complaint that you are the most unlucky person in this world. If you think it is, you are crazy.                          &lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt; The problems we are facing every day when we wake up in the morning is an art. Problems is like clay, mold, form our personality as open-minded in situations in our surroundings. If there's no problem, how can you describe your self? Can you imagine that? If there's no problem then life is boring. Itis like painting without any color. In short, life is meaningless.                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;We have our own privilege to choose in what direction we must go on. Like an architect, we construct our own life. We create our own future, to give harmony or balance. It is important to know the composure of things. And that is called art.  Sometimes when we are tired or lazy to solve small problems, like projects, research paperts, work papers etc., we choose the easy way to skip it. We choose short cuts. It is like a printing machine. If you are lazy to write your notes, you simply photo copy the book in printing machine. But sometimes we forget what is most important things we must learn in work. That is how you spent your time, with patience to make it nicer and better. Get it! Artists finish their painting a month or more one month.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;While we are in this world, we must do our life meaningful. Like the paintings, it express the emotion of an artist. And when people saw his work, they feel what the artist feel also. Don’t ignore the thing that you only borrow. The life given us by nature is short, but the memory of a life well spent is eternal, it is a thought by Cicero, a roman orator and great philosopher.                                                                                                                                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;The meaning of the word art is very simple but you can broaden it if we use our knowledge. Can you tell what art in your life is? What is art of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genie is a friendly person. She make’s her friends happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-6998990056880986877?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6998990056880986877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/true-art-by-genie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6998990056880986877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6998990056880986877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/true-art-by-genie.html' title='THE TRUE ART by Genie'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-4570119928903324549</id><published>2009-09-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:20:25.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immortality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide'/><title type='text'>What Is The Reason Of Being Alive? by Black Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is the reason of being alive? This is one of the few questions of a human. Why do we need to fight for the life? And do we need to be alive? Even being alive is so fun, enjoy and full of excitement, still many people commit suicide 'cause they surrendered on the battle of life. Eventhough, many people believe that everyone will die, still they fight for their life. So, I ask, what is the reason of being alive?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;When my grandfather was in the hospital, I ask myself, "did he survived? Will the doctor can cure him? Will my grandfather play with me again?" But the doctor couldn't do anything to heal my grandfather. I know that my grandfather is in heaven now and still, here we are, fighting for our life even we will like to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;God said, "if you follow My words, you will receive ever lasting life." This word give a chance or give a reason of their faith but why are there still many people died? Are we sure that if we leave that following God's words, we will receive an everlasting life? What could be the chances? And why do we still fighting for our life if we know that we will be in heaven and receive an ever lasting life?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Many people leave with different reasons and different ways. They are facing the trials, truth and reality but they don't know what could be their main goal in their lives. Many trials have come and have passed but still trials of life will never end. Many truth will be revealed but still there are so many secrets still unknown. Many are facing the reality but still many people want to escape from it. Again I ask, what is the reason of being alive?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the window, I saw a tree, standing strong, fighting the rain, the heat and even a strong storm. And I ask why is it still standing even it suffers from many trials that tried to knock it down? Are humans like trees? Fighting and standing for their lives? If a human is like a tree, human can be strong as a tree and still standing even there's so many trials come and trials to destroy him.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Even the reason of being alive is still unknown, maybe it could be good to not find the real meaning or answer of it. Maybe it's better to search for the true meaning of it by facing the life and not to escape it. Maybe the queston of what is the reason of being alive is better to be a question of being a human alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Butterfly is a mysterious girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/648bc0fe-8e53-4ec3-9e89-de2d81d5a3bc/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=648bc0fe-8e53-4ec3-9e89-de2d81d5a3bc" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4570119928903324549?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4570119928903324549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-reason-of-being-alive-by-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4570119928903324549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4570119928903324549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-reason-of-being-alive-by-black.html' title='What Is The Reason Of Being Alive? by Black Butterfly'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-4583378380909598463</id><published>2009-09-16T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:24:17.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t judge a book by its cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recreation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>WELCOME TO THE WORLD WHERE YOU DON'T BELONG by Little Miss Pesky Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so nice to be back in the place where you were born, and to the place where you have spent your childhood. It's so nice to be in the world where you will find many new things and adventures that are SO unexplainable. If you thought that you'll handle or survive in this place because you have been here, think again. The past is way different than the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought everything will be okay at the beginning. They treat me well, like the same person as them. But as time goes by, I can see the real colors of these people. They're so different, strange, and weird. But I guess that's normal to this place. Everyone is such a plastic. They make friends with the smartest person and try to make some rules. They make friends with you when they need something from you and they will completely ignore you when they don't need anything from you. What are they, royalty? Excuse me, just because they are popular or pretty or they have almost everything in this planet, they don't have the rights to treat us like their slaves. Just because I'm weak, they can't do this to me, and to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, in this place, I'm a loser again. And I know that I'm a very weird person. Who cares? This is me, the real me. An alien to this place, so peculiar, that's me. And I know that everything that I do is not normal here. Like leaning on the back of someone especially if that someone is a guy friend of yours. Making friends with the opposite sex is such a big deal for them. Everyone's so malicious. They make simple things or simple stories exaggerated. They make rumors about you, lies, and worst, they backstab you. What the hell happened to "don't judge a book by its cover?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm a stupid girl from the province, and I don't know anything about the city and the people here. I know that our worlds are different. Now, I start to ask myself, "Why are they doing this to me?" And I figured out the answer, "because you're different. You don't belong here." I know that I'm different and I don't belong in this place. But is there a way for me to fit in? Try to act like them, be like them. Wow! That's totally "plastic". Not only to myself but to the people around me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s a very tough thing for me to fit in. In this world where everyone acts so mature and so perfect. If you are experiencing these things, well, there’s one thing that I would like to tell you. Welcome to the world you don’t belong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Pesky Chicken is a girl who loves to laugh and always smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/e13c38f2-8f05-4b32-8f3d-fabe48dc724a/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=e13c38f2-8f05-4b32-8f3d-fabe48dc724a" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4583378380909598463?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4583378380909598463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/elcome-to-world-where-you-dont-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4583378380909598463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4583378380909598463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/elcome-to-world-where-you-dont-belong.html' title='WELCOME TO THE WORLD WHERE YOU DON&apos;T BELONG by Little Miss Pesky Chicken'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-4969329701949251042</id><published>2009-09-16T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:53:01.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Health and Wellbeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender-neutral pronoun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Sciences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puberty'/><title type='text'>Will Somebody Ever Tell Me by Raysha</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a little girl is over and here I am now, being a teenager. The truth is always hurting me. The truth is teling me that I am one of those teenagers who belong to the age of puberty wherein I am not considered a child anymore, but neither as an adult. Just like me, I just don't know where I stand now. I can't understand the things that are happening  to me now especially my moody attitude. I don't know what will I do to my life. I am confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will somebody ever tell me? Will somebody ever tell me that things are different now? That nothing is left to stay but the memories of the past, the childhood? I am a teenager and I know nothing, but I wonder why and ask the why's and hows of life. I just don'tknow where I am right nnow. I am not a child anymore and yet, I am not old enough to understand things that have to be explained. Do you think there's anybody who will tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wonderful to be a teenager. A teenager who is living a glamorous life, having wonderul time with his/her friends. A very carefree person who never gives a damn about what other people might think. A person who does whatever he/she wants to do without thinking the others. Why do people can't understand us? Why don't they give us chance to show them what is inside our laughters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit. I know what happiness is and I know how to be in it. I can laugh easily and I am sure, I am a vey outgoing person, but that doesn't mean that I have no questions with my life and it doesn't mean that Iam not encountering problems like other people. You see, you just can't blame me. My life seems so empty. Yeah! I can feel much emptiness. I can feel that sometihng is missing with my life.&lt;br /&gt;    Will somebody ever tell me? Will somebody ever tell me what are the exact answers to my questions, the things that are missing in my life? Can I express what I really feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pains of wanting won't go unless the realization of dream comes, dreams of being our true selves. Dreams of being old enough to understand the hows and why's of life. I know that this time will come to my life and I know that if that time comes, the answers to my question will also be answered. I bet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Raysha is a silent person. Tall girl with black hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/32699708-ba0c-475c-9a4a-9d49dba8906d/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=32699708-ba0c-475c-9a4a-9d49dba8906d" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4969329701949251042?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4969329701949251042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-somebody-ever-tell-me-by-raysha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4969329701949251042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4969329701949251042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-somebody-ever-tell-me-by-raysha.html' title='Will Somebody Ever Tell Me by Raysha'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-9187635463740381816</id><published>2009-09-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:42:57.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity for Seekers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crucifixion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>A Life Worth Living  by anonymousdreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    What makes life worth living? Is it popularity? power or influence? For me, to make our life worth living is to have a personal relationship with Jesus. Living with Christ and knowing or seeking Him is like when you are drowned, the more you need air to breath the more you need Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The 700 Club in QTV Channel 11 is a show to make our life worth living.  A life story of the believers, its about the time that they are lost their life and found by Jesus Christ or How God moves in their Life. Some of the people gave their testimony, almost of them  before are addict, drug Lord, killer and other bad  habits. They wasted their lives of meaningless things. During they have nothing, that is the day that we seek God, like the story of the Prodigal son, the time that when his resources is gone and almost nothing he decided to be humble, go back to his Father and ask for forgiveness. When they experienced God’s forgiving grace and accept him as Savior they received a new life or transformation by simply opening their heart in faith to Jesus Christ.  New life is surrendering our life to Christ. You won’t surrender to God unless you trust Him, but you cant trust him unless you know him better.  That the promise of our Savior, the promise of new life, a life abundant and eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   To be a Christian you must be a follower of God, be humble and surrender oneself to God.  To know that you have Christ in your life you have the fruit of the Spirit such as love, joy, peace, long suffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self control against such there is no law.  They have crucified their flesh with its passions and desire and walk with Christ. Some one says that no complete satisfaction. When you have Christ in your life you a complete satisfaction. As above normal person  you are always happy but it doest mean that you have no problem. If you see if the normal person has a problem they are sad but if they don’t they are also sad. To be with Christ mean you have everything because his grace is sufficient and overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;   We are died with sin, Alive with Christ and cleansed by his blood. Now we know we are created because we are plan by God’s pleasure, all we can do is give the highest praise and worship only in his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anonymousdreamer  is a silent type,simple and light minded and open hearted person.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/afdc8765-e445-49c2-8994-b4107349a82e/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=afdc8765-e445-49c2-8994-b4107349a82e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-9187635463740381816?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9187635463740381816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-worth-living-by-anonymousdreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9187635463740381816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9187635463740381816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-worth-living-by-anonymousdreamer.html' title='A Life Worth Living  by anonymousdreamer'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-3324538156602889445</id><published>2009-09-16T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:38:47.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Support Groups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bone fracture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drug addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronic pain'/><title type='text'>Life’s Challenges by Silent Assassin</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a series of surprises, there are lots of emotions that we encounter in our daily lives, happiness, excitement and sometimes life's challenges can shake us at our very core. All of us experience major and minor life challenges. How we handle these struggles on a daily basis determines our physical, as well as our mental well-being. It takes only a single event to convince us we have no control over our circumstances. Sometimes these challenges consume us with guilt, panic attacks, or chronic fatigue. Our problems pressure us from every side, threatening to crush or break us.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, failures in life that we encounter changes our perspective towards  life, as we go along and face all those challenges, our beliefs changes and faith is being tested. Surprisingly, all life challenges have a direct relationship in defining our purpose in life. If only we could find assurance that there was a plan or reason for the difficulties we face. We search for meaning in tragedy, questioning our reason for hope or a future. “Why me God? How can I ever forgive? I hate my life! How do I stop the pain?” Life challenges enable us to see ourselves at our best and our worst. We may attempt to temporarily escape our circumstances, falling into alcohol addiction or drug addiction. Others find themselves overwhelmed, careening out of control even contemplating how to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we face our greatest life challenges when we struggle to find love, security, and assurance that life truly has meaning. Our fears, unhealthy behaviors, and excessive emotional struggles result from our inability to interpret and correctly cope with our circumstances and feelings. Whether wrestling with chronic pain, forgiving infidelity, or trying to conceive, it is possible to move beyond that place of hopelessness. When we develop a personal relationship with the One who created us, we discover how God wants us to respond in any given situation. We all know that emotions are a vital part of the way we are made. Yet we can’t understand why it takes so long to heal from emotional injuries. We would never prematurely remove a cast or sutures until the broken bone or skin was fully restored. We must realize complete emotional healing requires time. The book of Psalms offers great comfort when experiencing long-term emotions like sadness, fear, and grief. “He heals the brokenhearted, binding up their wounds” (Psalm 147:3) .Let make Bible as our great companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times that we need to make hard decisions that sometimes measures our faith and how strong and weak we really are. Sometimes these decisions broke our rules and beliefs in life and for all those choices we only need to pick one which we think is right and the best. But sometimes that best choice we picked is not easy to deal with. And it’s hurt, but we must to, for us to live with peace of mind and away from up coming worries. Dealing with pain is quite difficult but it can be done we just need to get up and learn from those experiences and move on with our lives. Let us give ourselves a chance to be wise enough in facing those trials and an opportunity to start a new beginning with faith. As the sun sets there is always be a new day to shine that gives us a new hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;The Silent Assassin does not divulge herself in public eyes. She is silently researching, looking for a way to assassinate the issue she is trying to clarify. Her works are direct to the point and can swiftly change the views of the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a series of surprises, there are lots of emotions that we encounter in our daily lives, happiness, excitement and sometimes life's challenges can shake us at our very core. All of us experience major and minor life challenges. How we handle these struggles on a daily basis determines our physical, as well as our mental well-being. It takes only a single event to convince us we have no control over our circumstances. Sometimes these challenges consume us with guilt, panic attacks, or chronic fatigue. Our problems pressure us from every side, threatening to crush or break us.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, failures in life that we encounter changes our perspective towards  life, as we go along and face all those challenges, our beliefs changes and faith is being tested. Surprisingly, all life challenges have a direct relationship in defining our purpose in life. If only we could find assurance that there was a plan or reason for the difficulties we face. We search for meaning in tragedy, questioning our reason for hope or a future. “Why me God? How can I ever forgive? I hate my life! How do I stop the pain?” Life challenges enable us to see ourselves at our best and our worst. We may attempt to temporarily escape our circumstances, falling into alcohol addiction or drug addiction. Others find themselves overwhelmed, careening out of control even contemplating how to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we face our greatest life challenges when we struggle to find love, security, and assurance that life truly has meaning. Our fears, unhealthy behaviors, and excessive emotional struggles result from our inability to interpret and correctly cope with our circumstances and feelings. Whether wrestling with chronic pain, forgiving infidelity, or trying to conceive, it is possible to move beyond that place of hopelessness. When we develop a personal relationship with the One who created us, we discover how God wants us to respond in any given situation. We all know that emotions are a vital part of the way we are made. Yet we can’t understand why it takes so long to heal from emotional injuries. We would never prematurely remove a cast or sutures until the broken bone or skin was fully restored. We must realize complete emotional healing requires time. The book of Psalms offers great comfort when experiencing long-term emotions like sadness, fear, and grief. “He heals the brokenhearted, binding up their wounds” (Psalm 147:3) .Let make Bible as our great companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times that we need to make hard decisions that sometimes measures our faith and how strong and weak we really are. Sometimes these decisions broke our rules and beliefs in life and for all those choices we only need to pick one which we think is right and the best. But sometimes that best choice we picked is not easy to deal with. And it’s hurt, but we must to, for us to live with peace of mind and away from up coming worries. Dealing with pain is quite difficult but it can be done we just need to get up and learn from those experiences and move on with our lives. Let us give ourselves a chance to be wise enough in facing those trials and an opportunity to start a new beginning with faith. As the sun sets there is always be a new day to shine that gives us a new hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;The Silent Assassin does not divulge herself in public eyes. She is silently researching, looking for a way to assassinate the issue she is trying to clarify. Her works are direct to the point and can swiftly change the views of the public.  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/2b3c787a-7240-4727-9a57-5025411f56ce/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=2b3c787a-7240-4727-9a57-5025411f56ce" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-3324538156602889445?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3324538156602889445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-challenges-by-silent-assassin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3324538156602889445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3324538156602889445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-challenges-by-silent-assassin.html' title='Life’s Challenges by Silent Assassin'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-2472589679256810222</id><published>2009-09-16T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:33:00.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Health and Wellbeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Services'/><title type='text'>How Can I Make Real Friends? by Davion</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody needs friends. But when you are young, friends can have more influence over how your dress, act, and think your parents do. I've been going to school for 12 years, but in all that time I've never managed to make one single friend although I'm a kind and friendly person. But just what are real firends? And what is the secret of having them? According to a proverb: "A true friend is loving at all times and becomes a brother in times of trouble. For my own opinion, taking an interest of others is the key to starting up friendships. A person who thinks straight and talks straight is thus the kind of person I should want as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a so-called friend will see you get into trouble and then say, "I saw you leading up to that, but I was afraid to tell you", but when a real friend sees you going the wrong way, he will try to warn you before its too late. IN finding friends, get to know some people who are older than you or the same age with you so that it will help you to get matured-mind and it reflects who you are. Age doesn't matter in finding friends. If you had a friend pay attention to how you listen, it applies well in developing relationships. Being a good listener is vital in building a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be loyal, another important aspects of being a good friend. On my side, I would defend my friend when others would say some disrespect remarks but only if were in the right. Share your feelings to your friend. This, of course, does not mean that you should pour out your emotions to everyone that you meet but you can be honest with evryone. And as you get to know and trust someone, you can gradually reveal more of your deepest feelings. In other situation. mis-understanding might occurred. There is a tendency that you would have a trouble with your true friend. But don't let the day pass without being fine. Do not expect perfection. We all make mistakes in all kinds of way that causes problems. We have to be willing to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our own deelings about things but we are willing to give in to make room for your friend's feelings and opinions. As a friend, I learned a lot of things to my friends that I can apply to my everyday life. So, friends are important because you will find the satisfaction of knowing  that you proved your loyalty, love and respect to them and showed yourself to be a true friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Davion - A simple guy who wanted to achieve his goal in life. Like me, I want to achieve the satisfaction, hapiness and ambition in life. Having a great faith in God is one of the important aspect in achieving your goal in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/988cce8f-dfbe-4e3c-95d9-ad358fc489ae/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=988cce8f-dfbe-4e3c-95d9-ad358fc489ae" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-2472589679256810222?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2472589679256810222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-can-i-make-real-friends-by-davion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/2472589679256810222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/2472589679256810222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-can-i-make-real-friends-by-davion.html' title='How Can I Make Real Friends? by Davion'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-647768741538312758</id><published>2009-09-16T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:24:26.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mental Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television program'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Sciences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>Achieving Great Success by Mizty</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of us want to be successful someday. To reach our goals, to pursue our dreams. But what does success really mean? Why is it that when talking about being successful, all of us don't want to be left behind. It’s like a daily issue in the news that we always watch and hear. It’s like a very serious issue that never dies and needs to be pay attention. Why is very important and the point is how to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is not new to us anymore. We always hear about it, talk about it, and sometimes it is also the main topic of the most television shows. And on most television shows that talks about success, some TV personality we know who shares their experience on how they become successful. Most of them have interesting from rags to richest. Like those great personality, we too would like to be as successful as they are today. The question is how do we do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not innocent anymore, that's why when talking about success, we should know or maybe have a little knowledge about it. Success is not that easy to achieve nowadays. Especially to those person who are greatly affected by poverty. But poverty is not a hindrance to reaching out our goals in life. if your real objective is to be a successful person someday, you just have to set your mind straight to those objectives. We should not mind the problems that come along the way. Whenever we encounter problems, we should face them and never give up. They are just challenges that help us to become a stronger person. They serve as our guide. In reaching out success, we should also be patient. On our way to success, not every time there will be smooth road; there is always part of it where we have to face obstacles. If we fall once, we have to stand up and be strong. Never say die. Success always comes along with hard work. If you try your best and strive for excellence, success will never be too far from you. We should also be optimistic. Always look on the brighter side of everything. Think positive. And of course we should never forget to look back when success is already on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is not as easy as we see it. But no matter how hard it is to achieve, we should take every risk and don't give up. If our mind is focused on to reaching our goals, success will never be hard as it seems. And the last thing is never forget that God is always there guiding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizty is a simple and a friendly person. She loves reading and hanging out with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/e1058712-a228-42ae-bdb9-6bea613be83b/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=e1058712-a228-42ae-bdb9-6bea613be83b" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-647768741538312758?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/647768741538312758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/achieving-great-success-by-mizty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/647768741538312758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/647768741538312758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/achieving-great-success-by-mizty.html' title='Achieving Great Success by Mizty'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-4768711796772200097</id><published>2009-09-15T03:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:02:55.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rizal Technological University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alma mater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K through 12'/><title type='text'>"My Wonderful Days" by BIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The school of BNHS is my dear alma mater. Wher I started to enjoy mylife, during the time my funnyt classmates.In my first year high school days, sometimnes we're not so serious in our study, we always visited from place to place and did everything we had been enjoyed, bonding everywhere, we shared those laughter stories, jokes rather than to study our lessons, mostly everyone of us was not intended to read books. I thought if how's my condition when it comes a fourth year student? Because during our T.L.E subject, i saw those fourth student year make a delicious cake for their project and I'm insecured them in those activity. I thought that the time will comes that i might experience that kind of activity they had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached my second year, third and fourth year, I tried to stand on my own, for my family have no time for me in attending whatever school activity, so I my own did it for me. Like when the enrollment comes, I myself tried to talk to a person who is attended in that particular arrangement of my papers to comply my needs and when my school days comes whatever the school administration calls for parents to attend meetings. I myself pretended that my parents is on my side but in  truth my purpose is just to listen for what must my parents will contribute on what will be the result of a particular school assembly for Parents and Teachers together for school organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and then, I've experience a lot, with my schoolmates, classmates, teachers and more teachers loves me during my high school life, sometimes one of my teacher wants me to live in their house, but more I love my grandma, I can't leave her whatever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tpo my every subject, I wished to have a good grades in every grading periods that I liked to see in my report cards, but in what way i can get a good grades? Then, I realized that I can't reached those grades I had dreamed if i did not study hard and try to become intended in this hobby. Through my faith and hardwork I overcome it. Then I started to shared my knowledge to my classmates and I started to become serious and responsible student. Especially in my fourth year high school for we are still graduating , we must aware in evrything  for what is happening. Currently, maybe we are in critical situation for choosing the careerfor our future. Even there are times that we're in a difficulty in life living, we had been enjoyed our days while we're being solved the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my happiest moments that we had been together with my classmates when my classmate invited us to their fiesta. We walked together to their far place where they had been celebrate their fiestas. We're so much excited &amp;amp; enjoyed on that occassion, there's a lot of people are happy, there is a closeness of friends, relatives, and togetherness for the whole barangay. Then, we enjoyed eating delicious different kinds of foods, then go to different beautiful places, chuch, gymnasium, where we saw different games, carnabals, the beautiful beaches, I heard and saw the wonderful sound of sea waves on sea shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, when the graduation came, most of us didn't like to far apart each other, 'coz we missed each others in those days that we'd been together during our laughters and fears the emotions that we had. Some of my classmates saying "Hope it will back to the future".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, mosat of us are not ready to enter college life. High school is different to college life., it is facing a challenges and careern and excitement, sometimes fear. But in high school full of enjoyment and laughters. Then, I relaized that there is no way to progress in dicontinous studying. And now, i accept that improvement is needed. No matter how difficult it is to face challenges in this profession. Therefore, now and then following my destiny and my wonderful days of life wiht my faith and love to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;BIA is a first year college student in Rizal Technological University and was enrolled in College of Nursing.She is a trying hard person to all things that she would like to do. She had a blue eye. She is a simple girl but beautiful, brave and humble. She likes a person who are thruth not fake. She like a color pink that symbolize joy. Her hobby is writing and reading English Novels and Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/f1f7f2bc-6cea-42fc-ae63-ffdaa795e2bd/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=f1f7f2bc-6cea-42fc-ae63-ffdaa795e2bd" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4768711796772200097?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4768711796772200097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-wonderful-days-by-bia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4768711796772200097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4768711796772200097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-wonderful-days-by-bia.html' title='&quot;My Wonderful Days&quot; by BIA'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-882118539648920546</id><published>2009-09-14T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:40:16.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Love and Friendship by Palsz</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love and Friendship met at the same road of life. Love asked Friendship “what is your purpose when I already exist?” friendship replied and said “I will put smile when you put tears”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout our life we get involve into different kind of relationship; other relationships are not forced upon us but we do not have full domination over love.  Like if we fall in love with someone, we cannot choose whom we want to fall in love with; even though we have some ideal person we want to fall but love is really incomprehensible and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love plays a major role in our lives. Love serves as a distinct inspiration to every individual. Love exhibits its own purpose and meaning in different ways. There are love in friends, family and another person in our life.  Like a mother’s love for her children is countless, that no expensive things can replaced. She will always stand on your side to defend and to protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example of one great love is Friendship. Friendship is explained to be as warm mutual attachment by the quality of one’s heart and kindness. Friendship doesn’t by appearance but rather by the inner elegance and beauty. It has a sincere heart and an open mind to love and to respect. Friendship doesn’t measure by a person’s status in life, whether you are poor or rich. You can be friends because of the character you shared. It is true that we can choose friends unlike our families. But what kind of friends we chose is depending on our character. They say that friend brings out the best in us and human cannot live alone without friends. We consider some people to be friends, even though they are not that close but there are some points of situation that they need each other. A friend is not just a close companion. Friendship is about give and take, reaching and seeking help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not supposed to be always happy, don’t expect love to always make you feel good; but do expect it to make you grow as a mature individual. Don’t be tired to love, you deserve to try and find the one who deserve you’re love. The greatest love that you will find is the given gift from God, so give your heart and trust to God. Because you will achieve the true happiness in God’s will and that’s the true meaning of love: waiting and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t give people happiness they want, just try to be nice to erase their sorrow; I guess that’s the essence of friendship. You can have many friends but it’s really hard to have true friends who can honestly say what’s wrong with you, even it will hurt you. True friends are also given gift from God to serve as an angel to guide you in the right path. It is more painful to loose a true friend because I know that it is hard to find a true companion. So I value my friends as I value myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love can only be earned if you receive love and you know how to give love back. Friendship put smile in every faces, even life has so many problems to offer; you can make it with the help of sweet and extraordinary friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At first impression you will say that I ‘am quiet, boring, and hard to deal with; but once you know me you will wish that I ‘am quiet. I ‘am moody but friendly, there are times that I just want to be alone. I am simple but expressive. I admire someone who knows how to play guitar. I love sports especially volleyball, I also love spicy food. I love my best friends and my family." -- Palsz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/9343673b-5648-4eea-9b73-88097987218e/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=9343673b-5648-4eea-9b73-88097987218e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-882118539648920546?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/882118539648920546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-and-friendship-by-palsz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/882118539648920546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/882118539648920546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-and-friendship-by-palsz.html' title='Love and Friendship by Palsz'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8218868891391907240</id><published>2009-09-14T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:37:24.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Antoinette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofia Coppola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series of Unfortunate Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wes Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rushmore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Why I Want to Become a Nurse by Ophelia Borja</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was still young, I thought that the world was for my taking. I had wanted to become  a scientist, a fashion designer and sometimes a simple ice cream flavor maker. I had dreams of becoming insanely rich,powerful and famous. Then as I grew older and began to think more reasonably, I started to see the world for what it really is, well not an unhopeful world but not the sunshine, rainbows type either that I thought it would be as a little girl. Sometimes things do not happen the way you hope it would be. First, my parents would just not agree to send me to a Fashion school nor a Culinary one. It was too much risky and expensive, they demand that I seek a more stable course and I wasn't able to complain and had to go with their decision. After all they are the ones financially responsible for my education. Then I had to choose. What is it that makes me happy as much as designing or eating ice cream does, is there something else that I'm interested in doing ? A reliable course that my parents would happily comply with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with both my parents working in a hospital have greatly influenced my decision. Seeing them help other people made me understand that true joy does not lie on fancy clothes nor scrumptious sweets but in being able to do kind acts to other people,even though you hardly even know them at all. So I chose to take up nursing, even after all the rage that nursing is not in demand anymore and were bound to end up in call centers.I say being a nurse is very advantageous. Being a nurse brings stability since there will always be a sick person to be taken care of.Another is that being a nurse opens more oppurtunities to expand my studies by choosing from the varieties of specialties a nurse can choose and excel in. I also took up nursing because it has always been one of my dreams to become a doctor and taking up nursing as my pre-med is a useful experience prior to taking up medicine, for I can choose to work or study after graduation, depending on my situation in the future. And of course, taking up nursing  does not only benefit me but all the people around me which I can help whenever the need to arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things considered, Nursing was the best course I could take up in view of the benefits of this profession and I did. It also settled things between me and my parents on what and why I should take up nursing as my course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia Borja indulges herself with reading her favorite books such as Lolita, Alice in Wonderland, A Series of Unfortunate Events series and some other stuff.  When she’s not reading, she could either be watching movies she likes again and again like Marie Antoinette, Rushmore, Eternal sunshine of the Spotless Mind and other movies directed by her favorite directors Wes Anderson and Sofia Coppola or listening to French techno, Japanese pop and Brechtian punk . She’s an avid fan of the pinup scene, haute couture and sketches her own designs when she feels like it. She enjoys spending a lot of time with her stp buddies, going out and attending gigs. She dreams to be a Psychiatric doctor someday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/2a977966-936c-45eb-a5de-94a69d14355e/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=2a977966-936c-45eb-a5de-94a69d14355e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8218868891391907240?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8218868891391907240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-want-to-become-nurse-by-ophelia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8218868891391907240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8218868891391907240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-want-to-become-nurse-by-ophelia.html' title='Why I Want to Become a Nurse by Ophelia Borja'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-5177687172859493391</id><published>2009-09-14T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:26:44.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Basketball Association'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meaning of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Life by Monick_momo14</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are lots of people enjoying life,there are lots who knows the meaning of life but few of them know the true meaning of life,then the rest doesn’t know it.We can still see people in the television who commit suicide,people  who don’t care about the life that God gave them. Incidents happen because of carelessness,and many other stuffs, this things do happen because of the people involved,they do such crime,where in fact they commit sins through this, they kill human beings,where in all lives in this place were given by God as a gift from Him.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;I keep on asking myself,what is the meaning of life?Dictionaries shows this as the meaning of life: life is the interval of time between birth and death,The interval of time between one’s birth and the present. This meanings came from different kinds of people, came from different thoughts,ideas and own beliefs as they go through the process of their lives,they suddenly put up their own meaning of life as  they realized their selves. There are so  many people who are tired of their conditions in life, so as they comprehend their status they may say that life must be unfair,their reason might be because of the poverty, but some has a very wide thinking not to look at the dark side but,on the brighter side,though they are experiencing poverty they still thank God for the life given to them because they believe that things in the land are not permanent,where in as good people die they will be more happy because God prepared a very nice place in heaven for them,but when rich man end into death with a poor heart condition and shows greediness while he is still alive he can bring diamonds,gold and money to his grave but can’t bring it on his next life.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;As I wake up every morning I thank God for giving me another day to live,to explore the gift He gave me.As I see my family,and my special someone I thank God for my life.As I go to sleep I do the same thing I pray and ask Him to give me another morning.There are times whenever my parents scolded me,yelled at me.I usually think of disappearing, but whenever I close my eyes in darkness I am afraid to be left alone and die.I’ve started to hate myself for thinking of wasting the life given to me,because there are lots of people in the hospital,people who’s living on streets,for those who are suffering,risking their lives doing everything just for survival and start a new life.I have realized how important life is.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;Another thing that makes me realize how important life is,because there is someone who loves me so much and I love her most.It is very important to be loved and to be in love with someone who shows me the real meaning of LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monick_momo14 is a basketball lover. I'm NBA fanatic. If you want me to be your friend, you have to defeat me in a basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/95876847-c1ae-4e01-b7bd-68177d32009e/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=95876847-c1ae-4e01-b7bd-68177d32009e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-5177687172859493391?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5177687172859493391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-by-monickmomo14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5177687172859493391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5177687172859493391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-by-monickmomo14.html' title='Life by Monick_momo14'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-6618949797181020512</id><published>2009-09-14T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:18:31.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Health and Wellbeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bullying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violence and Abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elementary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Student’s Life by Lyre</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you still remember the days when you were still in grade school? It was been so long since the last time we doodle things like shapes, words, lines, etc. It was been years and sometimes you couldn’t imagine that now, you are waiting for the only thing a student can ever hope for, the diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would forget the things you shared together? There were a non-stop chatting, talking and laughing on each other’s mistakes. There was also bullying, teasing, crying, bonding, and doing many crazy things when you were still in school. It was funny to recall all those things. Before, you would do every possible way for you not to be late in your first class until you would just notice that you wore a wrong pair of socks; that you forgot to zipper your pants or to button your clothes or perhaps, you forgot to comb your hair. The worse one was to scold by your favorite terror teacher in early morning class. Then suddenly, you would just realize that you forgot to do your assignment that was given three days ago. Unfortunately, you fell asleep during class and failed your quizzes. Unluckily, here was the guidance office waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you experienced cramming for not reviewing, especially if you had quizzes or exams, because you were busy texting last night. But, the life of being a student was not always like that. After all, you still enjoyed to come to school. One good reason was because you were free to talk to your coolest friends in the class; you could able to spend and enjoy your everyday allowance. In addition, you could glance to your inspirational crush in the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much shared our experience together; through happiness and frown, from zero to perfect, through laughs and tears, and from saying, “Hi!” to the saddest word, “Goodbye.” It seemed like yesterday you were just day dreaming while sitting on your own chair, then suddenly your about to walk across the stage. Wait, you didn’t need to be sad for It was just the beginning of your new life. A life to live more independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I’ll do everything I can, give my best shot, for it will bring a huge influence of my future life. It’s time to be more serious. Stop fooling around. When the time comes that you are already successful person, the only problem that you will have is how to enjoy your life. Like what they said, “Any other things can wait: love life, wealth, peers, but never the time and education.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Lyre is a happy-go-lucky girl with a weird personality who loves to be with her friends. She creates adventurous and sweet as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/a1dcbf98-213a-47b1-a3fd-e7e0590dd07a/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=a1dcbf98-213a-47b1-a3fd-e7e0590dd07a" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-6618949797181020512?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6618949797181020512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/students-life-by-lyre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6618949797181020512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6618949797181020512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/students-life-by-lyre.html' title='Student’s Life by Lyre'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-4225732775565235546</id><published>2009-09-14T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:15:08.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sustainable energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Health and Wellbeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewable energy'/><title type='text'>Life's Realizsation by Diwata</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In life,We have so many to ask,asking God to grant our wishes and believing that miracle will happen,things that we already known as imposible,yet we still believe because unexpected things do come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time goes slowly,I realize the value of the things that comes to my life.All of them are to be treasured and most of them are so memorable.I realize how God is great.He is so powerful that He can give us everything.He made us special and He makes our life so wonderful.He made some twist in our life,like problems,we know that life without problems is nonsense but yet there are people who commit suicide.Dissapointment is life's exciting gifts.We know for a fact that could be a very hard thing to accept not knowing that it only teaches us how to stand when we fall and make us realize how to learn from our mistakes and not to commit that mistake again.We could also consider victory as life's exciting gift.Victory is given to those person who has achieved their goals and yet still fighting,striving and struggling for a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often realize how lucky I am,because God sent me a very kind humble and thoughtful person.He has sent me my very loving mother,my typically elegant sisters which where I inherited my exceptionally beautiful complexion,my good friends who's always on my side for good times and bad times and a very special man on my mine who inspires me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my family,I want to build trust again.Now that were on a very difficult situation,it's too hard for me to accept the fact that were now encountering this kind of a problem,that our family is going to be broken.I won't let this happen,so even if it's so hard to put back the broken pieces I will try to pick it up.I won't give up.No one wants a broken family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends,classmates and enemies who is always there.I love you guys! You are my energy source like my favorite food ginataang bilo-bilo.You guys make my life so wonderful and happy.Sugarbooger,I love you so much,even if were both busy all the time.When you just simply smiled and hold my hands,you always stop the time and make me feel brand new.I am thanking God for having you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do understand slowly how important our life is.I  become aware how to spend my life day by day,it's not just because to make it enjoyable but I want to make it special,sensible and memorable.Not just for me but also for everyone.I want to make some mark so that they will remember me at all time not only because of what I've contributed to their life but also for whom I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwata is a simple girl, Zagu lover, mallaholic, shopaholic, and a purple addict and a girl who really hates a pretender. She also have a powerful voice and a sleepy tantalizing eyes.A bible lover who has a very strong faith in God.I f you want to spend your spare time for her just simply share some silly jokes with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/3fe2ec48-33a8-4726-9826-7905661fbf09/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=3fe2ec48-33a8-4726-9826-7905661fbf09" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4225732775565235546?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4225732775565235546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-realizsation-by-diwata.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4225732775565235546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4225732775565235546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-realizsation-by-diwata.html' title='Life&apos;s Realizsation by Diwata'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-1701188725023547191</id><published>2009-09-14T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:08:09.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K through 12'/><title type='text'>If you Love your Profession, you should Love your Students by Loveydab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The bond between a teacher and a student is a "give and take relationship". A student learners from the teacher,and the teacher also learns from the students.A classroom is not just a mere for walled room with a table in front and arm chairs arranged in rows.But,it is a world full of different creatures,thoughts and personalities combined altogether to come up with one mission is to share life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher does everything for the good of her student.The teacher guides every path.The teacher gives light towards any students dream.The teacher serves as the second parent-a person who knows how to help,understand,care,love,and bleed for a pain that she can will endure silently.She is the only and best inspiration for every student-today,before and even for the generation to come.We cannot avoid of the students attitude,who always teacher get mad, for thier is the lowest grade in card.Who sleep in class, for they shall be confused during math class.The ones who laugh hard, for they shall see teacher in no time.Who lie and cheat for high grades,for they shall fail greater adversities in the future.The students who fight for what is right,for they shall obtain thier teacher's respect.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;For every misbehavoir and conduct a student displays,a teacher will be the ultimate caretaker.As a teacher who was facing the fact that the students coming is not usually good writers, we had to develop a program that would encourage them to improve. With the advent of state testing, other teachers at this level also searched for ways to improve . As we tried, shared, and improved what we did, so did the student's writing.Sharing some of the things that we found to be effective for us. This is by no means an inclusive list on effective writing.Through practice, proficiency is achieved. Through practice using a good planning pattern, the process becomes a second nature thinking skill. We should always remember that the practice is not drill as the product is ever changing. Mistakes will be made, but good evaluation, especially self-evaluation will see that the mistakes are not repeated. Since writing is communication, always remember that the goal is to become clear, concise, and unified so that the students can follow along and appreciate the teacher's point of view and train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was an activity, telling jokes, or anything else that the teacher planned to make things more interesting. It helps to keep the students focused and actually take in the information because they want to learn and listen to what is being said. Everyone has been to a boring hour-long lecture when basically they slept or daydreamed through the whole thing and not learning or understanding anything within that hour. Maybe if the teacher would have made things more interesting or told a few jokes more students might have listened more to what was being said. Showing that learning can be fun is such an important quality in teaching. To be a successful teacher you have to have a love for what you are doing. Otherwise you are not helping yourself as well as helping your students learn. Most of the most memorable teachers had this quality within them. Most of them expressed it greatly among their students and made the year enjoyable. Being enthusiastic and showing your love for learning helps also your students to become enthusiastic for learning. Showing you have confidence for them to be successful helps your students to build confidence within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers did their jobs very well and showed by example how to be a good teacher. Many of the students decided to become a teacher because of these good teachers. These teachers were able to inspire their students to do something other than their homework. They inspired them to become teachers and follow in their memorable teacher’s footsteps.Engineer,doctor,prist etc. they cannot reached that position without teacher!teacher is the mother of all profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Loveydab is a future science teacher,who always give his best for his students.A person that contented in all things,contented in everything. A person who has dreamed for his family.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/4e41362b-f956-4dd5-a418-2ef31a41998a/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=4e41362b-f956-4dd5-a418-2ef31a41998a" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-1701188725023547191?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1701188725023547191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-love-your-profession-you-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/1701188725023547191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/1701188725023547191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-love-your-profession-you-should.html' title='If you Love your Profession, you should Love your Students by Loveydab'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-5752561038967568539</id><published>2009-09-14T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:05:26.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sixth grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writers Resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>My Writing Escapade by Mademoizelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m running out of words… to scrawl in this empty sheet of paper. I’m running out of neurons… on my head just to think, imagine and think again to write like a genuine writer. I’m running out of time… since there seems no room for concentration. Still, silence is around. A few seconds, minutes and hours passed by and I had written words, phrases, titles, sentences without certain direction. Then suddenly on my head, it’s like I am digging a very deep soil, perhaps on a quicksand I felt I was about to sink on it. Good Lord! What an oblivion mind I have tonight! Do I really have the guts for this kind of endeavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking myself what writing is all about I guess is as fussy and imperious as what life is all about. Figurative, idiomatic, poetic, melodic, scientific and biblical- we live for many reasons, missions, choices and pathways. It’s like being a writer of your own story. And for me, writing is like a Death March! I have to walk a thousand miles, a lonely road, cross a river, climb hills and mountains just to enter the kingdom where pen and mind are mightier than the sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I have to flashback now when I first fell in love and befriended a pen. Playful and innocent is the kind of child I used to be. The time has come to change and I was about to enter a new playground where pen and paper is my only toys. It was during my fifth and sixth grade in school. On my English and Filipino subject, a formal theme was a prerequisite every grading period. Still fresh on my memory, the topic and title of it (My Autobiography, My Most Unforgettable Experience and My Dreams for the Future).  I won’t deny that I owe my elder sister greatly for sharing her skills of writing with me. For that, I thank my gratitude to my one and only sister, my first writing guru. I also thank my two advisers in grade school that appreciated my works and encourage me for writing though I only did this because of grades and requirements. It never occurred to me as a habit especially during vacation. Other than that, on my first experience to write a journal was during high schools as English requirement. It was good and my teacher also appreciated my works. AS of now, I wonder if I really have the gift to write effectively-as in a future career to be a writer. Many times, I felt that I’m frustrated and trying hard writer especially if I know someone my age or classmates who have this skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, if I could write a thousand words  with different colors such as red for love, orange for fun, yellow for hopes, green for nature, blue for peace, indigo for courage and strength, and violet for passion and grace, truly my life will be as majestic and chaste as the rainbow of God’s embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mademoizelle is simply unpredictable, introvert, music and nature lover. She is a Christ’s child, born with imperfection and discontentment. Indeed, she is a sinner who seeks for God’s forgiveness and wisdom, who aspire for more spiritual happiness and pray for my salvation with my loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/755b4049-ac69-458b-9c1c-c02e9616248d/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=755b4049-ac69-458b-9c1c-c02e9616248d" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-5752561038967568539?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5752561038967568539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-writing-escapade-by-mademoizelle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5752561038967568539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5752561038967568539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-writing-escapade-by-mademoizelle.html' title='My Writing Escapade by Mademoizelle'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-3687406181883076127</id><published>2009-09-14T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:00:28.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Requesting Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallucination'/><title type='text'>An  Isolated  Man by Toxicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you know the feeling of being isolated? It  is  like  being  confined  in  a  tank  with  full  darkness no light. No sound. No sensation.  Except from the workings of your own mind. Imagination. Hallucination. An  exaggerate emotion  that  trigger of  being  alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You might ask who is an isolated man.  Well,  an  isolated  man  can  be  describe  as  a person  same  as you are. An isolated man has his mother, and father.  He has a family, and   a house, but definitely not a home. Why?  Because an isolated man is living alone.  Although  he  has  his  family  to  be  with  him,  he   is  alone  with  his  soul.  Emotionally unstable.  For he is experiencing doubts.  He is seeking for his real self.  For he  is  a  person  being  obliged  by  his  parents  or  by  other  people  around  him  to  do  whatever they  want  him  to  do,  and  to  be  whoever  they  want  him  to be.  An isolated man is not free.  He may have his free-will,  but  he  doesn't  have  a  chance  to  use  it.  He  doesn’t have  the  lack  of  guidance,  for  he has the  most  of  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    An  isolated  man  becomes  pessimistic,  masochistic,  or  even a neurotic  type  of  a  person.  He  is  a  perfectionist,  an  idealistic person.  He  also  can  be  a jolly  person,  a  gay,  a lover,  romancer,  and  be  you  or may  be  me.  An isolated man   can be at the self of everybody.  For being isolated is a feeling that everyone can feel.  In  times  when  we  are  in  depth  of  our  consciousness,  when  we  are  suffering  with  problems,  may  be  emotional  and  spiritual,  we  are        feeling  isolated  .  We  seek  for  someone  who  will   save  us out  of  this  isolation  madness.  For we feel we are alone with our soul.  For  we  are  seeking  of  what  we  are,  what  we  want,  and  who  we are  going  to  be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    An  isolated  man  is  a person  searching  for  true  love.  A   person with a dream.  A  person  who  is continue  developing and  maturing  on  his  own.  And a person who thinks that life has an end.  Death  will serve  the  end,  perhaps  an  isolated  man  is  started  dying  first,  by  being  alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Just  think  about  this,  can  you  make  a stand  to  help  an isolated person  out  of  dying?  And  also,  can  you  help yourself,  for you  are  an  isolated  man? This might be a ridiculous question, but   it is a part of realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toxicity is a very sensitive type of person, who wants to be in love, and beloved.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/15a0dbe4-1ed1-4eb0-9ead-6a048b9b93cd/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=15a0dbe4-1ed1-4eb0-9ead-6a048b9b93cd" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-3687406181883076127?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3687406181883076127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/isolated-man-by-toxicity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3687406181883076127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3687406181883076127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/isolated-man-by-toxicity.html' title='An  Isolated  Man by Toxicity'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-4435163397569228237</id><published>2009-09-14T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:58:09.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Sciences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bomberman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><title type='text'>Bomberman and The Game of Life by thought_of_me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Bomberman is an amazing robot that hopes to be free hos life at an underground bomb factory. Consumed by the possibility of leaving his world an d becoming a human, he planned to escape to the surface. But there are other bomb-making robots that are aware of Bomberman's plan, and set theis forces to stop his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Armed with only bombs and determination, Bomberman set out against the evil forces. He needs to find his way out through a maze while avoiding enemies. He must destroy the rocks with his bomb to find doors that will lead him to further maze rooms. Items such as more bombs and fire that provides him with maximum power can be found there. Jackets that will make him invincible to flame and enemies are also hidden under rocks. There are also items that will let him slip past soft blocks, and items that will increase his movement speed. But the most amazing thing he can find is the control power which he can choose when to blast his bombs. The more items that he can find, the bigger will be the possibility that he can destroy his enemies and find his way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That could be our game of life as humans. The only difference that we have from Bomberman is that we don't play our game hoping to be humans, instead, we play our game to become powerful humans. We were all born helpless. The only thing that we have-is life. We were not even given a security that we will live long. But one thing is certain-we will play our game. Just like Bomberman, we dream, we hope, and we believe that we are not to stay trapped and helpless forever. We start our game by depending on the food and care that our parents are giving us to make us strong and help us survive. As we get stronger, we start to destroy the rocks of their rules and try to be independent.. When we find out that there are a lot of things to be found under rocks, we don't wait for our parents to open them for us; we break them.As we discover that there's more to life than our parents feeding us, we leave them and live a life of our own. We begin to dream for ourselves. We hope to be better, and we believe that we can be powerful. But along the way, we will find out that there are people that we either need to avoid or destroy. They are the enemies. They will be staying along our way and will try to stop us from our journey to success. We're not going to be hypocrites, are we? We need to really destroy them if we cannot avoid them along our ways. Then as we go through our journey, as we destroy the rocks in the maze of our game, we will find out surprisingly good things in life. We will be able to find friends that will give us additional strength for they will fight with us. There will also be some people under rocks that we can find who will support and give us protection. Others we will find hidden beneath the rocks who will provide better access to the  dreams we believe in. Some of them are just waiting under rocks and as we find them, they will come along the way with us and will help us increase our movement speed to reaching our goals in life. But we should remember that we don't really need all the power in the world to fulfill the dreams that we have. Furthermore, we need to know that not all people that we will be encountering could be helpful in achieving our dreams in life. Sometimes, if not all the time, other people would come along your way to pull you down rather than to push you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Too much power can cause Bomberman's life, and so our lives. We must realize that the moment we have used all the powers that we have, in case all the friends and people that we have found along our way got tired and have lost their will to help us for some reasons, we will have no choice but to go back to our parents, to our original world, like how Bomberman will stay to the underground bomb factory because his enemies won't stop blocking his way out. We humans were given a wonderful life with just enough power and that's how we must stay until we die. We must realize that the only one who remains humble and generous despite of too much and unfailing power is our Creator. So let's not crave for too much power because it's not the only way we can live a successful and happy life. Let us be very patient and just work hard for the dreams we believe in. Let's play our game slowly but surely. Choose the right persons that we will take along with our journey, like Bomberman should choose what items to carry with him on his way out to the surface that will help him become human eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;thought_of_me is pretty much on the happy side of life. I am adventurous and i really love    going to different places because I have my own motto in life, that is "Have all your     time today to see all the beauty in the world as if you'll be stricken blind tomorrow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/afc4550e-9cfd-4d32-b462-d71a8685471a/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=afc4550e-9cfd-4d32-b462-d71a8685471a" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4435163397569228237?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4435163397569228237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/bomberman-and-game-of-life-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4435163397569228237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4435163397569228237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/bomberman-and-game-of-life-by.html' title='Bomberman and The Game of Life by thought_of_me'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-6517200368067978958</id><published>2009-09-14T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:56:42.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terminal illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='End-of-Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forrest Gump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euthanasia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide'/><title type='text'>The Next Great Adventure by Mia Whackerback</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    "To a well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.", said Albus Dumbledore. Many people are afraid of dying. Just the mere thought of it terrifies them. But should we be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;   Many people die everyday. It can be because of accidents, natural catastrophes, illnesses, murders, and some others take their own life and commit suicide. In most accidents and natural disasters, instantaneous death is given, but for some people who have survived but lost their loved ones in the event, dying, too is the most humane thing that can ease them of their pain. Meanwhile, for a man with a terminal illness, the disease is not the only painful thing that he carries with him, but also the thought of his loved ones watching him slowly fading away right before their very eyes. These are just some of the things that makes dying so dreadful for people. But who's really afraid?  The one dying or the ones he is leaving behind? The ones who are going to be left behind are the people who are really afraid. They are terrified that the pain caused by someone's passing away will never leave them. That very pain will cause them to be lonely, vulnerable, and incomplete. Because of these feelings, they will suffer. They will carry the burden of longingness, they will terribly miss the person they thought will never leave them, or at least the ones they expect will take care of them. They will hold on to their now peaceful loved ones. Not knowing when to let go, not knowing how to let go. And the one's dying are scared that the people they will leave behind will feel all these and they are afraid of what future might come to those whom they left wandering. But with every dark phase comes along a bright side.&lt;br /&gt;   Some people on their deathbeds often see other late loved ones calling them to come to the other side, and this brings peace and happiness to the people they leave. Knowing that they are now at their serenity and finally free. Others when dying from a disease however, feel relieved that their pain and suffering shall finally be at an end, and their loved ones will also stop from hurting and they will be put out of their misery. Contrary to this, if one has lived a full life, a meaningful life, a good life, he is not afraid to die.&lt;br /&gt;   Truly, dying is an adventure each and everyone of us will soon have to embark on. Nobody can pass it up. Although a scary thought, not knowing what lies ahead, look on the lighter side of things and just keep in mind what Forrest Gump once said, "Life is like a box of chocolate, you'll never know what you're gonna get next". Maybe what's on the other side might also be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia Whackerback was born to be a writer. She loves to write poems when there is an inspiration. She expresses her thoughts through writing and sometimes she just blurts out her thoughts to other people. She also loves taking pictures of anything and everything she finds beautiful and interesting. She values family and she loves her nieces and nephews the most. MW is frank, straight forward and tactless. She loves books, and of course reading them. She secretly wants to be a "book doctor". The one who fixes and binds books that are out of shape and wornout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/3e5f7d5d-54ac-4bd8-b1d5-3cc5af6bc899/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=3e5f7d5d-54ac-4bd8-b1d5-3cc5af6bc899" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-6517200368067978958?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6517200368067978958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-great-adventure-by-mia-whackerback.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6517200368067978958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6517200368067978958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-great-adventure-by-mia-whackerback.html' title='The Next Great Adventure by Mia Whackerback'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-1082739925512883378</id><published>2009-09-14T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:58:34.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rizal Technological University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bachelor of Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entrance examination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>RTU, My Beloved RTU by Crazy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;            "RTU, beloved RTU, we'll be forever true to the gold and blue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rizal Technological University is not just a school to me, not just a campus that you will go in and out. It is a place that is full of memories. Every little changes happened to me, from my looks to my knowledge. RTU witnessed every memories from my high school memories to my college. RTU is a place where I meet diffrent people with diffrent people. It is a place whereigh sc I faced challenges in my life. Most of all RTU is a place where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before entering the high school here, first, students need to pass the entrance examination and interviews. I took all of it. I experience how to be the last person to be called during interviews. I took all of it. I experienced how to be the last person to called during interview, I waited all day and everything. Abcourse without complaining because I really want to enter this school. My mom and her siblings graduated high school here, and I don't want to disapoint them if I don't get the chance to study here. Luckily I got the chance to study high school here. During my first high school days, RTU let me experience riding on a jeepney alone and being in a classroom without talking to anyone... because all faces are new, and I don't know anyone. As time pass by, I meet new friends here and you know I treasure them, because they complete my life and they are those people that I shared moments and memories with. RTU thought me the meaning of friendship and why do we need to be belong in a group  of people. I think if someone doesn't have any companionship, I think she's missing a part of his life. Not all the time, your family members will be there for you and that's the reason why you have to be with a group of friends to be with you when you need someone's company. RTU let me experience being with friends and RTU gave us a chance to spend good memories together. I'm glad that I'm one of those who finished high school here. Even though I'm not in high school anymore and me and my friends found each other that's why I treassure this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished high school, actually I don't reaLLy think of what school I'll be in college, until I realized that it's already enrolment in RTU. My mom asked me back then if what course I'm going to take, I told her that I want to take Psychology, but the fact that I'm a late enrolee I know that there's no more slot left in that course that's why I just took the couse that is available. You know, RTU gave me the chance to study college without any problems, because I'm a high school graduate here I don't need to take exam and interview anymore, I just have to get form and pay to the cashier and that's it I'm erolled already. At first I'm enrolled in the course Bachelor of Science in INformation communication Technology, a five year course in the college of Engineering, even though I already have friends in that course, I don't relly enjoy studying lessons about that course. That's why I decided to shift in my course now. Psychology is the course I really want to take, and when I already have the oppotunity to shift, I grab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on my new path, I thank RTU because this school let me be in the path I want. I thank God to be in this school, because in this school, I don't have any problem, whether it is financial and or whatever. I think RTU is the place where I will graduate college... hopefully. I treasure this school, and I now that this is a place where I belong. I'll be forever true to the gold and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Love is a simple girl with a lot of dreams. A girl that is full of responsibilities and she's trying to do all of it. She's a loving daughter and "ate" to her siblings. A girl that leave everything in the hands God and she believes in GOd's plans for  her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/7bf559e3-84cd-4823-9533-82d55f20cf8c/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=7bf559e3-84cd-4823-9533-82d55f20cf8c" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-1082739925512883378?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1082739925512883378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/rtu-my-beloved-rtu-by-crazy-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/1082739925512883378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/1082739925512883378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/rtu-my-beloved-rtu-by-crazy-love.html' title='RTU, My Beloved RTU by Crazy Love'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-9111532697649523028</id><published>2009-09-14T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:53:22.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brightness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black-and-white'/><title type='text'>Technicolor by Ragamuffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are five colors that a painter uses to create a masterpiece: red for the heart, yellow for the sun, blue for the sky, white for brightness and black for darkness. As of now, have you imagine his masterpiece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors are technically designed for creating an artwork, but aside from those, colors can also represent the shade of our lives. Red can be an image of our intense emotion - emotions that can burst when triggered by black and can lower down when poured by white. Yellow , which interprets the new hopes for a new day. Blue is for the sky we look up every morning when the sun rises. Black is use to intensify the hue that symbolizes the darkness of the day, and portrays the negative events that happened on a certain day, moreover white is use to cool and lighten up the shades of the creation. It also reflects the positivism that an individual has. Those colors can also evolve into other tones. When blue and yellow are combined, it creates color green - green which is an epitome of recovery and freshness after being exhausted on the things we have to accomplish. Red, when added by blue and combined with a little bit of white, will create lavender or violet hue that can be affiliated with happiness and contentment to life. Orange is a result of the mixture of red and yellow. This represents our undying energy behind the demands that life serves every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of different tints. Those are results of the different combinations. In reality, we are the painter of our own lives. We are the one who actually mix the paints needed to create a masterpiece, synonymously we are the one who decides on what we want for our life, because our life is our masterpiece. Life can be dark or bright depending on the usage of black and white. People always regard life as dull and plain creation. They don’t even notice that there are a lot of shades they can use to be able to make it bright and colorful. We always have an option on how we will paint our lives. Life can be vivid. As what the painter does, we must also enjoy how we will create our artwork, subsequently we must also acquire a trait of a painter, like whatever the outcome of the mixture we make, we are ready for it and let it be called a masterpiece. In addition, we should learn how to use the colors carefully, so that our masterpiece will serve as an inspiration to other painters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragamuffin is a typical teenager. She loves to laugh when she's totally happy and she smiles when she witnesses a weird event. She cries when she's very sad and confused with the things that get complicated. She cries to lessen her problems. She feels satisfaction  when she cries and after that, she's fine moreover she's ready to face whatever life serves her. For her life is so simple, that's how she perceives it.  She enjoys writing. Through this, she has the capability to express the things that make her life quite difficult to deal. She enjoys writing inspirational and positive articles because she believes that if we will be pessimist about life, it will be more complicated to live. In addition, she loves this simple stuffs: green, stars, hearts, chocolates, and ice cream. :)  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/dd124dbd-3323-4002-b922-048e9c3560b9/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=dd124dbd-3323-4002-b922-048e9c3560b9" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-9111532697649523028?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9111532697649523028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/technicolor-by-ragamuffin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9111532697649523028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/9111532697649523028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/technicolor-by-ragamuffin.html' title='Technicolor by Ragamuffin'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8092786525148591049</id><published>2009-09-12T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:09:12.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vatican City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sistine Chapel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eiffel Tower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tourism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St Peter&apos;s Basilica'/><title type='text'>Two Things by Mischievous Colleen</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    There are a lot of things that will make my life complete. But, there are these  two things that are of great priority and importance for me.. First is to own my dream camera, second is to travel in the places that I love. Since high school, I started to dream about these things, because they have deeper meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My first dream is to have the camera that I really like. I always want to capture the things, which catch my attention. It is fun to do, and I am sure that it will give me satisfaction. I think camera is invented to help people cherish important things or happenings on their lives. Also, it allows them to go back to those moments all over again. It is made to teach individual how to give deeper meaning in a certain thing.  Thereby, camera teaches people how to value every precious  moment of their lives, because every shot of the camera counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The second thing that I always dream of is to have the chance to travel in different parts of the world. Though, it is hard to achieve, and it makes me so ambitious, still it is what I am aiming for. I want to experience the culture of the other fatherland wherein I will learn a lesson. I love to visit the tourist spots of our country first, before anywhere else. The beauty of Puerto Prinsesa, Palawan is the place that that I admire the most here in the Philippines. I started admiring that place since I saw its location on the map. It is so amazing. The beautiful spot of the island convince me that it is still preserved, and beautiful compared to the other pars of our country. After I have traveled on own country, my next destination will be in the continent of Europe. France and Italy are the countries that I love. I like to go on the aforementioned places, because they are known to have the historical sites. In Rome, Italy what I love there is the old coliseum and some churches. In addition to that, what is also astounding in Rome is the Vatican City, which is known for having the St. Peter’s Basilica, and the Sistine Chapel located inside that place. About France, Eiffel Tower is my favorite spot. The restaurants in Paris are good. France is also known for having well-known chefs, that’s why some restaurants there are expensive. People, who live in Italy and France seem to be nice and well-educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Having the opportunity to achieve these dreams will definitely complete my life. I dream for these things for so many reasons. My dream camera will help me realize how I should value things and people that surround me. It will help me reminisce my past whether it is good or bad. Furthermore, it will help me understand why certain things happen on a special way. On the other, traveling will teach me the deeper meaning of life, how to value and nurture it more. It will also be called as my achievement in life. These dreams will remind me that life is like a globe, it’s either I’m in top or bottom, I just have to live my life to the fullest, be optimistic, and treasure every moments of my life and smile in every click of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischievous Colleen is a simple naughty one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/b8147b2a-3765-4ad3-b81c-df64698047be/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=b8147b2a-3765-4ad3-b81c-df64698047be" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8092786525148591049?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8092786525148591049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-things-by-mischievous-colleen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8092786525148591049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8092786525148591049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-things-by-mischievous-colleen.html' title='Two Things by Mischievous Colleen'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-4368174207596138314</id><published>2009-09-12T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:05:40.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Health and Wellbeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>It Is All For You by Jack Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every time that God gives us one great morning to spend, there is this one thing that always reminds us to live our lives once more and make it much better that it was yesterday. Having so many things to do everyday makes us very exhausted, yet we still manage to go on. When every single task we do seems unworthy of our time, just think that it will help us improve ourselves, or much better, we can think of someone who inspires us as well. Thinking of someone who is really close to our heart makes the exhaustion go away. Just the thought of living our lives for someone else can make our life sail very smoothly and freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Funny, sometimes sarcastic, moody and serious, these are the traits of him that made Leo fall in love... all over again. He is Joseph, my former classmate in National Service Training Program. Every time, I and this guy are talking, I always feel that the time is passing so fast. We talk about anything that we want to know from each other or anything that we can share about. He is also the reason why I don't fail to go to school. Aside from my family and friends, this guy also never fails to tell me how important going to school is. My friends too- Budz, Ryan, Ate Karen and to you guys, you know who you are, are very important to me.  They are my second family, I must say, they are the ones who untirelessly give their time for me. We are very happy to spend our time together, and I know that we can climb every mountain, sail the wide ocean of this universe and we can also eat all the street foods we want. We always share simple things together, yet it brings extreme happiness to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's not bad to try new things, explore and discover something new about ourselves. Show people what we have got and don't be afraid to hear comments coming from them. Life is too short my friend, use it wisely and productively. Event hough life is complicated, we can still make it easier to live, just think of the people whom you love very much. Always say to yourself that "It's all for you", so that you will be motivated to work hard and pursue things you want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being with my friends makes me happy, knowing that we are sharing good quality of true friendship. Simple things like talking and listening to music is the one of my favorite things to do. I can say that I am blessed to have friends that I have right now, and I must say that they are irreplaceable." -- Jack Stone  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px; text-align: justify;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/e5a47f98-642e-400a-849b-576155b583c4/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=e5a47f98-642e-400a-849b-576155b583c4" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px; text-align: justify;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4368174207596138314?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4368174207596138314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-all-for-you-by-jack-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4368174207596138314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4368174207596138314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-all-for-you-by-jack-stone.html' title='It Is All For You by Jack Stone'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-5411585856422874194</id><published>2009-09-12T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:56:45.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Distance Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delivery and Management Systems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-learning Companies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Methods and Theories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online Teaching and Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electronic learning'/><title type='text'>Poverty: A Hindrance in Learning by ren_ren</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Learning is a continuous process of acquiring knowledge.It can be acquired at home, at the environment and at school.&lt;br /&gt;Our home teaches us the right values and the importance of family. The environment teaches us the importance of social interaction. And the school teaches us academically and it also helps us to discover and to enhance our talents and inner abilities.It is an institution that will help us develop our future by practicing a field that we will be choosing.Everyone needs to learn and to explore. But how can this be possible if the majority of the society is incapable of doing so? How can they learn if they are forced to stay and work out at the street? How can they learn if they are sent to jail instead of school? And how can they learn to love and give respect of the people around them and of the environment itself if they had been a victim of discrimination and of neglect? Should we put the blame on the government? Or should we blame ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a second psychology student and as a student of this field, I am able to observe my environment and I am very much affectted with children who are not given a chance to learn properly by all the means that I have mentioned earlier. It hurts me, as young mom, to see those children out of the streets to earn money instead of earning the values of education. They chose to be in the streets to earn and to have a meal to serve at the table. How can they go to school if their stomachs are empty all the time? Instead of paying for the tuition fees, they would rather buy food to feed their aching stomachs. Instead of studying, they would rather choose to work and find means of living. For them, it is a waste of time attending school. The environment on the other hand is full of selfishness, madness and discrimination. The people do not want to help because they have been judgmental of the situation that those children have. A street child who enters a jeep for example, who ask money from the passengers, will hear a lot of hurtful words, words of discrimination. Instead of praying for them,we get mad at them. It is not their fault to be in that situation. If they only have an option, they would not be in that position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a student, I am thankful that we have this outreach program to reach out to those children. For now, it is the only thing that I can do. Someday I would like to have a better chance or opportunity to help them especially those children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren_ren is a woman with a broad mind and a brave heart. A woman of gentle touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px; text-align: justify;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/31d57373-739a-430d-a217-1ec5c05b5948/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=31d57373-739a-430d-a217-1ec5c05b5948" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px; text-align: justify;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-5411585856422874194?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5411585856422874194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/poverty-hindrance-in-learning-by-renren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5411585856422874194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5411585856422874194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/poverty-hindrance-in-learning-by-renren.html' title='Poverty: A Hindrance in Learning by ren_ren'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-5749256643616635387</id><published>2009-09-12T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:53:28.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recreation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>If I Were a Clever Boy by Topsie Krettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                            If I were a boy, I would prefer to get in touch with a girl who is simple and yet amazing enough to make other guys drop their jaws whenever she passes by. A girl who has effortless and natural beauty. I would surely like her when she has fine hair; long or short, it does not matter, for as long as it is clean and healthy. The neat and unplucked eyebrows would be better. The eye catching almond-shaped eyes of her would be pretty. I would enjoy to looking and squeezing her cute nose; I would not care whether it is flat or pointed. Her small and thin lips would certainly make me crave for her intensely. I would precisely love to kiss her perfectly shaped forehead. Her flawless complexion would make me undettachable from her. Of course, this girl would absolutely turn me on by her sexy body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On the other hand, if I were a clever boy, I would prefer a girl who is extraordinary and sophisticated enough to turn guys' heads whenever she starts speaking. A girl who has plain beauty that if appreciated, worthy of full attention. That would not make you wonder why she captivates an unaware sight of a boy. She would probably capture my attention when she removes the excess good scented and healthy hair away to uncover her unpretentious face. A marvelous girl with a nice unplucked eyebrows perfect for her frankness and honest expressions. I would surely love the way she reveals the sincerity of everything she says thru her almond-shaped eyes. I would definitely admire the way she breathes quietly at the corner while she gives other breathless people the air that they need to go on living. I think everybody would get mesmerized by the way her busy lips share thoughts and tactful words, hence, remain a sweet and humble lips. The perfectly shaped forehead would be attractive, in whatever matters, I would be glad to find out what is behind the perfectly shaped skull. Her brain that contains her knowledge, her logical ideas, her humorous perceptions, her emotions, and her skills. Surely, I would simply get stunned to a girl with a fair complexion and yet shows humility and shows no discrimination among everybody else. And of course, I would be more challenged to be with a sexy girl. Sexy, in a sense that she has a good body built, brought about by her healthy lifestyle, by being skillful, and by being sports minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If I were a boy, I would be excited to fall in love with a good looking girl. If I were a clever boy, however, I would definitely fall in love with a girl who will teach me the real importance of beauty. Looks could be deceiving, that is why I pity those who get blinded by the outside beauty. I would prefer, for sure, a girl who proves that of all the traits that she has, she could never be outsmarted by anybody else. Therefore, if I were a clever boy, I would love a girl, for certain, after I have known and discovered her deeply to find out the real essence of her being. In that way, I am not simply a boy, but rather a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topsie Krettes is the kind of humorous girl, who loves spending time with her family and friends. Sometimes, she is misjudged as a boyish because she grew up as one of the boys in the family, and most frequently, she acts like a dude. In addition, she also loves adventures and arts that include skills, nature, music, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/f0ff4e09-454a-429a-ab34-8a606968dc58/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=f0ff4e09-454a-429a-ab34-8a606968dc58" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-5749256643616635387?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5749256643616635387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-were-clever-boy-by-topsie-krettes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5749256643616635387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5749256643616635387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-were-clever-boy-by-topsie-krettes.html' title='If I Were a Clever Boy by Topsie Krettes'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8041475048393277145</id><published>2009-09-11T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:10:59.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Journey by Jelyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Relatives and I have a journey at Zoobic Safari last August. We have a great time having each others company. While we are in the van we are very happy singing songs together. We see the beautiful views in the Subic that makes it too attractive to some tourists. The sea is so blue and water looks very clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are entering in Zoobic Safari we are so amazed because there are lots of tigers. To begin the journey in Zoobic Safari it is better if you have your own car or any vehicle because if you don’t have your own vehicle you will pay another for a ride in a tiger inspired vehicle which is quiet cute to look for me. The tigers, ostriches, rats, pigs, ducks, sheeps, dogs, birds and my most favorite “ Johnny ” the monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did lots of things while we are in the Zoobic Safari I really enjoy that day! We feed the tigers some delicious fresh chickens which is I think quiet to expensive in Zoobic Safari than in the usual market. We also have a close encounter with them that makes me fell so happy because I love tigers. At first my cousins are so afraid because of its teeth but when you look in their unique beautiful stripes you will really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that things, I realize that what makes me more happy in that journey is that I learn lots of things about animals; in their behavior, benefits as well as their harmful effects. For that wonderful journey I want to thank you for my relatives that makes me more happy because without them I think that journey will not be as happy as that. Of course I really appreciate the effort of our Tourist guide for the effort and for the trivias. And of course above all that for our Lord that makes all things possible. Thank you so much for guiding as all the way in our wonderful journey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelyn loves challenges and explore new things. She really enjoys having quality time with her family and friends. A unique girl who is doing her best in her own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8041475048393277145?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8041475048393277145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful-journey-by-jelyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8041475048393277145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8041475048393277145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful-journey-by-jelyn.html' title='A Wonderful Journey by Jelyn'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-3427548040473958916</id><published>2009-09-11T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:01:07.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Your Destiny by Sassy Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     One of the strangest thing in this world is no one knows when and where will be the end of their life. Why can we just interchange those people who wants to end their life to the people who wants to survive? Some people wished to end their life because of different problems and frustration but still some wants to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As time goes by, we cannot alter the reality, that is forcing us to believe in the saying "If it's your time you cannot changed the fact that you will be now a part of God's Kingdom" How ridiculous isn't it? But indeed we cannot resist or block our final destiny. And when sometimes I think about final destiny it evokes me a lot about dying, that makes me feel so curious with a slight feeling of fear and possibility. Like, how to live their? Can we possibly feel the seclusion of our body to our spirit? Can we become one of the angels of God? Can we be happy and ready to leave our loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the way to the Kingdom of God? Is it like you are walking on the midst of the night, within the long road and in the end you will see light that will give you the right direction? Or does it make us feel more at peace? Because having  peace of mind is the greatest asset we can have for a happy living. That this might serve as an inner victory which comes only when we are united to God. These boggling questions that reminisce on my mind whenever I see burials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And because of this circumstances, many of us wish and hope that we can interchanged our destiny. That only if we have  a time machine to know what would happen to the present, past and future life, only if we can be a superhero, either wonderwoman or superman so that we have the power to help others, only if we are one of the princesses or prince in a fairytale story, that always have a happy ending. Like what they said it is free to dream and aim big. But maybe we should first appreciate the totality of one's individual and the small things in our life. Like a one peso coin, we cannot have millions of money if we do not have one peso. And we must know that, we ourselves make our own destiny, that God is just the ultimate editor that correct us when we were wrong. Trying to be contented on what we have is another important thing in our life. No one is perfect except God, that we are not just suffering the same situation of problems and embarassment. Maybe there are, but because they know how to control their feelings, so still they can survived. Because every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is really only sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Though, life is always the counterpart of problems we just learn to keep our faith. Because when I feel so helpless I just remember that every challenges is like a spices in our food, they taste so awful but they are the one leaving a delicious sensation in our appetite, like in our life problem leaves an incredible story that we just need to open up and widen our mind to visualize it. Because I assure you if this problems are gone, you will not gain knowledge or important lessons in your life and you will always find and reminisce it. Eventhough our destiny is an awful one, learned to dig and find with enthusiasm the bright side of our life and that's the only way we will find the climax of our own true destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy girl is a simple girl who always loved to experience new things of excitement and surprises in life, and if you want to be my friend just be true to yourself and be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-3427548040473958916?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3427548040473958916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/facing-your-destiny-by-sassy-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3427548040473958916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3427548040473958916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/facing-your-destiny-by-sassy-girl.html' title='Facing Your Destiny by Sassy Girl'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-2453599765655941496</id><published>2009-09-10T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:10:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema Europa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SqnNpSgUE-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/UQvcbneKDIU/s1600-h/3905987462_c7554d0dbb_o%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SmAaaBhebNI/AAAAAAAAADU/ALqNvCOj4Vk/s320/fragments.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359312590958652626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4533839026116057565?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4533839026116057565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/fragments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4533839026116057565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4533839026116057565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/fragments.html' title='Fragments'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SmAaaBhebNI/AAAAAAAAADU/ALqNvCOj4Vk/s72-c/fragments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-4047684635140944179</id><published>2009-07-16T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:29:12.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiterAddicts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SmAaK0N7A7I/AAAAAAAAADM/mqv1xMHgeJM/s1600-h/LiterAddicts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SmAaK0N7A7I/AAAAAAAAADM/mqv1xMHgeJM/s320/LiterAddicts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359312329688941490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-4047684635140944179?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4047684635140944179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/literaddicts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4047684635140944179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/4047684635140944179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/literaddicts.html' title='LiterAddicts'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SmAaK0N7A7I/AAAAAAAAADM/mqv1xMHgeJM/s72-c/LiterAddicts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-6547430890705461976</id><published>2009-07-16T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:22:13.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SmAYdtA4h3I/AAAAAAAAADE/2dA38rLXWlQ/s1600-h/innovate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SmAYdtA4h3I/AAAAAAAAADE/2dA38rLXWlQ/s320/innovate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359310455149463410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-6547430890705461976?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6547430890705461976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/innovate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6547430890705461976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6547430890705461976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/innovate.html' title='Innovate!'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SmAYdtA4h3I/AAAAAAAAADE/2dA38rLXWlQ/s72-c/innovate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-6697493973046038603</id><published>2009-07-10T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:20:53.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Languages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explorers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voyage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linguistics'/><title type='text'>Explorers of the English World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SlghL2cGt0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/n4bfMG-18bU/s1600-h/the+explorers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SlghL2cGt0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/n4bfMG-18bU/s320/the+explorers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357068244232877890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us make wave for the team who is bravely taking a voyage in a world of language and literature -- the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Explorers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/9917adf1-6032-47f9-b3bc-c5ab4c54f2b0/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=9917adf1-6032-47f9-b3bc-c5ab4c54f2b0" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-6697493973046038603?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6697493973046038603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/explorers-of-english-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6697493973046038603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6697493973046038603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/explorers-of-english-world.html' title='Explorers of the English World'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SlghL2cGt0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/n4bfMG-18bU/s72-c/the+explorers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-6553551088903974784</id><published>2009-07-07T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:29:22.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roman Empire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gothic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Sciences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subcultures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linguistics'/><title type='text'>Gothic Rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SlQ9lD22bZI/AAAAAAAAACc/X1YgfyxPHoU/s1600-h/MeMiLuXiLyN1123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SlQ9lD22bZI/AAAAAAAAACc/X1YgfyxPHoU/s320/MeMiLuXiLyN1123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355973563750182290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;In pursuit to motivate our class to have some fun while learning the English language, an &lt;i style=""&gt;Olympics&lt;/i&gt; is launched.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;The first event was banner making contest. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray for the &lt;i style=""&gt;Gothic&lt;/i&gt; team, the first group of language athletes who sent their banner’s picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the so-called goths of the new generation. We've got a gothic language. We've got a gothic style. Like the old goths who overpowered the the Roman Empire in the 3rd and 4th centuries A.D., we will overun our enemies. We're no easy. We're always game. We're here to play fair. Remember us for we'll be on top! We're goths... And we are called The Gothics. Gothics for all!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/52548cda-6518-4282-bf91-fadff5f65377/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=52548cda-6518-4282-bf91-fadff5f65377" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-6553551088903974784?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6553551088903974784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/gothic-rules_07.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6553551088903974784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6553551088903974784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/gothic-rules_07.html' title='Gothic Rules!'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SlQ9lD22bZI/AAAAAAAAACc/X1YgfyxPHoU/s72-c/MeMiLuXiLyN1123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-5874731669352034193</id><published>2009-07-07T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:38:18.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids and Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Study Tip 1: Magnanimous Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wordinfo.info/words/images/books-researched.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 247px;" src="http://wordinfo.info/words/images/books-researched.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;What a title… What do you think do I really know about self-improvement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Never mind though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Before I proceed, I want to make a disclaimer first — that when it comes to giving self-improvement advice, I’m neither a professional nor an expert. In short, follow this tip at your own risk. There is something I am certain though, that I’m a trying hard who is persistently adding usefulness to my blog entries because of their continuous sheer lack of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;But wait! Have I not named my blog &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Kwaderno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the Filipino term for notebook? Well, that’s because I want to take down as much lessons and notes as I can while taking this journey I’m temporarily calling &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;K-O TRAVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;So, this is more of a&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; for-me-tip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;than &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;for-you-tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Improve Your Vocabulary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Through the course of my initial voyage, I met two excellent writers. The first one was my Editor-In-Chief in a publication and the other one was a former colleague in a not so humane company. They had something in common, an attitude that I think was directly proportional to their verbal skills and rhetoric. They were calling their USP, laptop, and mugs with names — as if these were pets with birth certificates. Weird, don’t you think so? Perhaps yes, unusually bizarre. Admirable, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;nonetheless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;I told myself, “That is just so cool. Why should I not do the same for my things, too?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;I began with my pen. “From now on, I’m calling you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;magnanimous loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,” I once said while raising my new Pilot pen, recently bought from a supermarket near my boarding house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Magnanimous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; was a term I encountered while reading an article. I couldn’t easily remember and use it inspite of my great efforts to repeatedly commit it to my long-term memory. Hence, to awaken my hippocampus and temporal lobes, I had attached &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;magnanimous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to my ball pen. In the absence, however, of another noun for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;magnanimous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to correctly describe, I remained uncomfortable, if not totally incapable of, using it in my writings. I therefore added to it the word &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the term &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;magnanimous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;objectively illustrated in the same article it was written. That was how &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;magnanimous loser pen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;came to existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness: little smile, forceful shout — which were already awesomely intense for a sick writer like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;“Whoo! Whee! I could now be great, be an emperor like Julius Caesar, be a founding father like Abraham Lincoln, or be a national hero like Jose Rizal. I named a pen of my own, a weapon sharper and mightier than a double-edged sword.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Not long after, magnanimous loser ran out of ink. That was even before I could conquer the whole of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;, establish a super power country in the West, or receive a heroic recognition from my peers. I didn’t get so sad though, but still, I delivered a eulogy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;During the burial, I was the only one present. No one could hear my melodramatic speech, because everything was just in my head: “Ei, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;magnanimous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, you might have lasted only for a month, but you left me important lessons in life. First, that losers can still be noble. Second, that I could be one word richer than before by attaching new vocabulary to my personal belongings. I shall never forget these values. Goodbye.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Then, I threw it into the trash can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;The following day, I bought a pair of shoes. “Hello guys! You, left footwear, I’m calling you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;‘ennui’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and you, right footwear, I’m calling you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;‘boredom’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You’re twins – synonymous — always remember that. Don’t fight, be together at all times. Bring me to nice places where words are happiness and vocabularies are temporary refuge from sadness.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Would you like to take a guess of where they’ve brought me so far?#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/0527d667-a51e-42ae-9b76-35c6e86c369e/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=0527d667-a51e-42ae-9b76-35c6e86c369e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-5874731669352034193?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5874731669352034193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/magnanimous-loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5874731669352034193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/5874731669352034193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/magnanimous-loser.html' title='Study Tip 1: Magnanimous Loser'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8372721662341775429</id><published>2009-07-02T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:04:37.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Book Award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>Interesting Find 1: English in high cchool</title><content type='html'>I found this interesting article about the recent update on English teaching in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English in high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isagani_R._Cruz"&gt;Isagani Cruz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Starting June 2010, the approach to the teaching of English in high school will be very different from what it is now. This is an attempt by the Department of Education to make the teaching of the English language more effective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Right now, literature is usually taught only once a week in English classes. The rest of the week, English is taught as a language, with hardly any reference to literature. What English teachers use now are texts written by non-literary writers. Non-literary writers, needless to say, do not win Nobels, Bookers, Pulitzers, nor National Book Awards for the correctness and elegance of their writing. Students right now are not exposed to the best writing done in the English language, since the best writing is done by literary writers. They do not really have an accurate idea of what good English looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=482979&amp;amp;publicationSubCategoryId=442"&gt;(Full Article Here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/61fd4734-0e09-4684-a0fa-f1c6562512cb/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=61fd4734-0e09-4684-a0fa-f1c6562512cb" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8372721662341775429?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8372721662341775429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting-find-1-english-in-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8372721662341775429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8372721662341775429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting-find-1-english-in-high.html' title='Interesting Find 1: English in high cchool'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-3921587216694739301</id><published>2009-07-01T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:14:46.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>Eiga Sai 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jfmo.org.ph/processedImage2009/june/eigasai09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 132px;" src="http://www.jfmo.org.ph/processedImage2009/june/eigasai09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We have learned that films are great mediums for learning. Just be sure of the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right choice and treatment&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last month, we had French Film Festival. This month, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Japanese's&lt;/span&gt; turn to entertain and teach us through their great films. And like the previous festival sponsored by the French Embassy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eiga Sai 2009&lt;/span&gt; will be providing screenings to us for free. And what could be greater than free passes in a nice film theater? None, right? So, what are we waiting for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click this &lt;a href="http://www.jfmo.org.ph/events_eigasai09-schedule.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; for the screening schedules or this &lt;a href="http://www.jfmo.org.ph/events_eigasai09.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; for more details about the event. Find some time to watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/52db6342-bb45-48fe-906f-bb7fd6ab12c8/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=52db6342-bb45-48fe-906f-bb7fd6ab12c8" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-3921587216694739301?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3921587216694739301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-japans-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3921587216694739301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/3921587216694739301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-japans-turn.html' title='Eiga Sai 2009'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-6885643630084868491</id><published>2009-07-01T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:02:35.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Methods and Theories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Effective Study Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teachingu.net/StudyS2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.teachingu.net/StudyS2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the saying goes, nothing in life is easy these days. Such is aptly true about the academic life: It is difficult and harsh. Students have to wake up early in the morning, write long essays, and research topics for class reports. Because of these academic tasks, some students reach the point of giving up and, eventually, failing to achieve their graduation dreams. However, instead of looking at all these works as a problem, students should see them as a challenge, an opportunity to excel and learn in preparation for a better future. They should never lose heart and must be optimistic about the great things ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School life may indeed be challenging, demandingly draining mentally and physically at times. It is not, however, something that cannot be overcome.  For if there are hindrances, there certainly are ways to conquer them through the right set of values and attitudes. It is for this reason that students should first, before anything else, master the habits of effective studying. For only through these values can students prevail over the challenges at school and achieve their goals – good grades, academic recognition, and course level promotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Learning effective study habits (ESH) seems to be so trivial, almost like on the tip of the students’ fingers. But the truth is, saying it might be easy, but doing it requires greater efforts. EHS is consist of two big words – effective and habits – that can be acquired only through discipline and commitment. When we say effective, we do not just mean any other kinds of methods or tools, but something that is efficient, capable of producing and leading us to our desired effect. Meanwhile, habit is a recurrent behavioral pattern that is acquired through frequent repetition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the question “What is the definition of study habits?” posted on&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090122064504AAxkvLT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;answers.yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; a respondent had this reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“A HABIT is something that is done on a scheduled, regular and planned basis that is not relegated to a second place or optional place in one's life. It is simply DONE . . . no reservations, no excuses, no exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To STUDY is to buy out the time and dedicate self to the application and the task of study which is to become engrossed in a process of learning, practice, enlightenment - education of one's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore . . . STUDY HABITS can be derived from the above as buying out a dedicated scheduled and un-interrupted time to apply one's self to the task of learning. Without it, one does not grow and becomes self-limiting in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You only go as far in life as your STUDY HABITS (learning/education) will take you - how far do you want to go, how much do you want to earn, how manual is the labor you choose - YOU decide by your study habits, throughout life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the first biggest challenge students are facing in their freshman year: &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;How to acquire effective study habits?"&lt;/span&gt; They should have the will, motivation, and strength to learn them, for only through them can they achieve happiness and success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Linked are some of the tools, which may be of great help to all of us: &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://mayland.edu/academics/aca111/StudyHabits.pdf"&gt;Developing Effective Study Habits &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.edinboro.edu/departments/psychology/ba/orientation/pdfs/StudyHabits.pdf"&gt;Tips for Effective Study Habits&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;References:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Effective. (n.d.). The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Retrieved July 02, 2009, from Answers.com Web site: http://www.answers.com/topic/effective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Habit. (n.d.). The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Retrieved July 02, 2009, from Answers.com Web site: http://www.answers.com/topic/habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/51152de0-c2e1-45f7-ad2c-a3c133888918/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=51152de0-c2e1-45f7-ad2c-a3c133888918" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-6885643630084868491?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6885643630084868491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/effective-study-habits_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6885643630084868491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/6885643630084868491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/effective-study-habits_01.html' title='Effective Study Habits'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-2906445692311801202</id><published>2009-06-18T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:13:15.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Daily Inquirer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Crystal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CairoUniversity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muslim world'/><title type='text'>Stylistic Analyses of Pres. Obama’s Speeches</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I found two interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stylistics_%28linguistics%29"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;stylistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; analyses about the speeches of US President Barack Obama. The first one was written by David Crystal and the other one was published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-obamas-victory-style.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On Obama’s victory style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; by Prof. David Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Transcript of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/20/us/politics/20text-obama.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;President Barack Obama’s Inaugural Address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/world/view/20090606-209101/Muslim-world-listens-as-Obama-speaks"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Muslim world listens as Obama speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; by the Associated Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Full text of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09156/975271-82.stm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;President Barack Obama’s address at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cairo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I took a closer look at the remarks of the language authorities about the English speeches delivered by President Obama. Their commentaries are valid and fascinating, teaching us not only the political meanings and implications of the speeches but also the value of stylistics in making a language powerful and moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/470d9cb2-0ba3-45a8-87d7-72df3dcb31c4/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=470d9cb2-0ba3-45a8-87d7-72df3dcb31c4" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-2906445692311801202?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2906445692311801202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/stylistics-analyses-of-pres-obamas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/2906445692311801202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/2906445692311801202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/stylistics-analyses-of-pres-obamas.html' title='Stylistic Analyses of Pres. Obama’s Speeches'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8860350624803920046</id><published>2009-06-10T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:58:34.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema of France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chikushi Jogakuen University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent van Gogh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>Movie: An Effective Medium to Teach Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dominioncamera.com/dominionimages/DominionFilm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.dominioncamera.com/dominionimages/DominionFilm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One prevalent reason why most students are discouraged to study English is their wrong perception that it is boring and tedious. They would rather go to cinemas and watch their favorite blockbuster films rather than study the rules of subject and verb agreement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most of the time, like these students, I find myself in the same difficult situations. I know that my professors are doing their best to come up with the best possible methods to effectively teach English. However, I cannot solely leave everything to their hands. College life is no longer like the elementary and high school years when almost everything was spoon fed. I should ask not only a fish to live a day but to explore the possibility of learning how to fish to live a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was thinking that my love for watching good films and my need to be proficient in English can be fulfilled both at the same time. I do not need to set aside one to accomplish the other or vice versa. I could watch my favorite movie while simultaneously learning English. In fact, in a study conducted by David Wood (1997), it has been proven that movies are effective mediums to teach language and culture among students. It says that language teaching through the aid of movies has great benefits, including the improvement of the students’ tolerance to ambiguity while supporting ability to independently study the language; the enhancement of the students’ analytical skills; and the motivation of vocabulary expansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There is an important reminder though. With the great number of movies that are easily accessible to students these days, a “careful selection and treatment” is necessary to ensure that the aimed learning result will be successfully achieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the age of electronic media, there is no better way to lengthen the students' attention span and focus but through the things that interest them the most. In my case, since I love watching good films, I will take this opportunity to reinforce language learning to myself, and I will treat each movie as a chance to be exposed to communication skills development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Speaking of language learning through films, the 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; French Film Festival was recently launched at Shang-rila Cineplex, featuring award-winning movies produced and directed by critically acclaimed French film makers. The festival has provided and will still be providing free movie screenings until June 14, 2009. I have watched Van Gogh, Jean dela Fontaine, Ca Brule, and Flandres so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; To guide you with the event, this entry on Business World, entitled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bworldonline.com/Weekender060509/main.php?id=cinema5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Viva la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bworldonline.com/Weekender060509/main.php?id=cinema5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; may help you know  more about the films. Also, you may click this link for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/View?id=dfmrn7r2_1cxhwkggs"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;screening schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;By the way, form the movies you have watched, which one do you think should we not miss? Can you please post a brief synopsis about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reference:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wood, D. (1997). Culture and Language Teaching -- A Case Study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Journal of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chikushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jogakuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/af4b94b6-f4bf-402f-9d81-81a8173bec26/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=af4b94b6-f4bf-402f-9d81-81a8173bec26" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8860350624803920046?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8860350624803920046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-effective-medium-to-teach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8860350624803920046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8860350624803920046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-effective-medium-to-teach.html' title='Movie: An Effective Medium to Teach Language'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-8789628057859576284</id><published>2009-06-08T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:06:54.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English as a Second Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Schools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>Related Reading on the Importance of Studying English</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;I found this recently posted entry by benign0 on Filipino Voices. It’s entitled &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://filipinovoices.com/english-opens-doors"&gt;English opens doors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. May this essay help us motivate ourselves to learn more about the English language.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/6c315a15-f507-4f17-b720-ce6454126c97/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=6c315a15-f507-4f17-b720-ce6454126c97" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-8789628057859576284?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8789628057859576284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/related-reading-on-importance-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8789628057859576284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/8789628057859576284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/related-reading-on-importance-of.html' title='Related Reading on the Importance of Studying English'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103907924146683155.post-196483868632560926</id><published>2009-06-06T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:05:44.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambridge University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English as a Second Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>On the Importance of Studying English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjBuIjX9dsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PHHj3KdzYrI/s1600-h/1013210_foreign_language_treasure_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjBuIjX9dsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PHHj3KdzYrI/s200/1013210_foreign_language_treasure_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345893850902525634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can still vividly recall the first question my English Communication Skill (ECS) teacher asked our class nearly a decade ago: Is it really necessary to study the English language? The question would have been simple if not followed by a bigger inquiry in the form of “why?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During that time, I was contemplating on choosing no as a kind of making a difference from those who have previously answered yes. And yes, I did. With seemingly no remorse and reservation, I answered no in an emphatic voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“No?” my teacher inquired, “Why?” sounding as if everything was scripted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Because English is just a status symbol? People are studying it just so they may be called &lt;i&gt;sosyal&lt;/i&gt;, elite – and be part of the &lt;i&gt;alta sociedad&lt;/i&gt;?” (Yes, there was hyphenation in speaking.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My professor gave out a tiny little smile with her eyebrows almost getting out of shape and turning into a straight vertical line. Upon seeing her reaction, or more aptly her transformation, I almost immediately wanted to repeat the last words of my sentences -- symbol? &lt;i&gt;Alta sociedad&lt;/i&gt;? – and say to may professor: “Mam, have you noticed my intonation – my statements were questions.” But I was not able to say the words anymore. The universe had conspired to my advantage and sent a bell to save me. And thus, I was saved by the bell indeed – literally. Our school bell rang signifying the end of the class session. “Whoa, that was pretty close,” I told myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day, we were unable to get back to the topic, either because we needed to discuss another more sensible topic (more significant than our reasons why we were studying it), or because our teacher had forgotten it, or our teacher had forgotten it because we needed to discuss another more sensible topic that is more significant than our reasons why we were studying it. Yeah, right. Whatever the reason was, I never knew what it was. But the question remained in my mind: Why do we really need to study the language?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;David Crystal (1994), in his book &lt;i&gt;The Cambridge Encyclopedia of the English Language&lt;/i&gt;, gave out six relevant reasons to study the language: It is fascinating, important, fun, beautiful, and useful – and because it is there. I actually feel that these reasons are weak though and, thus, may still be insufficient to motivate Filipino students to study English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English has been part of our identity as Filipinos since it reached our shores over a hundred years ago. It is our second language, a medium of teaching instruction, and the language of communication media. Not to mention that textbooks, standardized board exams, interviews, and computer instructions are most often expressed in English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No wonder why students’ performance in other academic subjects are directly proportional and highly related to their English communication skills. Students taking up any collegiate courses (e.g. Education, Nursing, Accountancy, and Engineering) would have difficulty excelling in their field in the absence of competitive English skills. And worst, their future duties as the country’s professionals might be compromised due to inadequate English proficiency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, having the awareness that studying English is not enough. Getting motivated by it is more important. The knowledge may have been well impressed long before into the students’ minds, but not the enthusiasm, the conviction, and the determination to study the language independently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That, I think, is the bigger challenge for all us: Find in ourselves the will to excel in English in preparation for a more challenging academic life in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do you think is the mastery of English skills necessary in your current course, studies, or job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reference:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crystal, D. (1994). The Cambridge Encyclopedia of the English Language. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/35f99d27-9d15-4f7b-b27e-ac6f5da4e7ec/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=35f99d27-9d15-4f7b-b27e-ac6f5da4e7ec" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103907924146683155-196483868632560926?l=kwaderno2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/feeds/196483868632560926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-importance-of-studying-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/196483868632560926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103907924146683155/posts/default/196483868632560926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwaderno2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-importance-of-studying-english.html' title='On the Importance of Studying English'/><author><name>Lenard Dylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124150760648461293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjCZcgQJYII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RxpG5pI6pVU/S220/78592_colored_crayons+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vRW-76FQPQ/SjBuIjX9dsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PHHj3KdzYrI/s72-c/1013210_foreign_language_treasure_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
