<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668</id><updated>2011-08-31T03:03:34.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey they call life..</title><subtitle type='html'>seat back as you set sail on my journey...feel the wind...smell the breeze..touch my soul..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-115097202273972633</id><published>2006-06-22T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T03:31:07.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GARGOYLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 2:40 class was an extra sleepy one. We looked at the different features of Romanesque and Gothic churches...Zzzzz....I ended up day dreaming..&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (what do you expect to imagine when your talking bout churches?..haha)&lt;/span&gt; Hope you get me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although it was sleepy, i was able to realize a certain fact. Here's what I've learned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Father Salcedo&lt;/span&gt; said that the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gothics&lt;/span&gt; were a reactionary to the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;romanesque&lt;/span&gt; design. To put it simply, the Gothics opposed the romanesque design and so it did some modifications.. alot of modifications..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I telling you this..?&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; ( Just read on.. I'm trying to be interesting..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One feature of the Gothic Church is the presence of a lot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GARGOYLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI: Gargoyles&lt;/strong&gt; are images of devils, monsters and the like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The architects thought that the best way to defeat the devils &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(in a way)&lt;/span&gt; is to make fun of them. Instead of portraying them as scary images, they thought of making them look funny. And so, they placed the "funny" and less scary Gargoyles all over the church. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(remember the hunchback of notradame?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another info :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the notradame, st. sulpice church and the big church in milan with a lot of spyres are all gothic inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The architects also placed the gargoyles on every mouth of the roof where water flows when there is rain. So just inagine the big mouths of the devils splurting out water evertime it rains...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idea :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let the "gargoyles" of your life stay. Live with them and learn to play the ordeal.&lt;/span&gt; If you fight back through confrontation, you lose. If you forget them and just stay away, you're a loser too. Better master your art of war. Just like what the architects did. They didn't erase the "gargoyles" in Catholic belief, in fact, they encourage it to be a part of their temples of worship...( but they portrayed the enemies differently..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson:&lt;/strong&gt;To all of us, good luck. Let's just remember that no matter how many gargoyles we have in our lives, there are more angels who love and care for us...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I'm feeling good..(Nice metaphor huh...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Here's a line from the O.C you have to keep in mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let other people salt your game!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-115097202273972633?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/115097202273972633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=115097202273972633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/115097202273972633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/115097202273972633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/06/gargoyles.html' title='GARGOYLES'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-115071032523298579</id><published>2006-06-19T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T03:35:30.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOVE THE KNEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm keeping my hopes high that this week will be a good one for me. I guess it hasn't disappointed me yet since I had a sound sleep last night and I woke up feeling light and happy. Anj (my dorm mate) has finally went home and what's good is that I won't be spending my nights alone in the dorm anymore..=) I'm still missing teddy so much but it's okei because he makes me feel that he's near anyway..(owwww...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was my first time to wear a skirt (mind you, it's a little above the knee) in school and it went good besides Malia and Lau (to mention a few) saying waaaa "nakaskirt ka"!haha.. I ate my lunch at around three with friends at ali's tambayan - the venue..(but he wasn't there)..haha.. I ordered my favorite adobo rice but I think it was a liitle salty than the usual. Anyway, I still enjoyed the meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to gmg with kaymee for my first residency at the office... there i met new people like keithleen, marica, pam, richard, lou, nikki, chuckie and eric..=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later did I found out that someone's moving in steph's old place. So it means that I have a new dorm mate whom if I'm not mistaken is a com arts professor and who is currently taking up her masterals degree according to the frontdesk..I'm excited to meet her.. I hope she will be patient enough to understand my kaingayan...most especially when i'm getting hyper..! I always do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOw I have to look for a Filipino version of the Full House koreanovela..we need it tomorow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-115071032523298579?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/115071032523298579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=115071032523298579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/115071032523298579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/115071032523298579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/06/above-knee.html' title='ABOVE THE KNEE'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-115060878217518181</id><published>2006-06-17T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:33:02.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LONELY NIGHTS ARE OVER!</title><content type='html'>I've spent so many nights staying alone in 408. That's the number of the "lonely room" and the cold room and the small room...grrr i hate it. That's the disadvantage of living in a dorm..or dormtel (it's a dorm and a hotel) whatsoever..and I forget to tell that in my impromptu speech last Fri..(it was the topic i picked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its over since anj will be coming home from Davao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get rid of this feeling so i'm going out!!! yehey with my sister and his special friend..(is that a yehey? - i don't think so..) I'm getting bitter again..grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's father's day! Happy father's day dad and to all the dads reading this. Congratulations for making us and now we have to feel the bitter pains of life! Thank you for having the urge for now were old enough to make one too! (o stop me!...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, dad you know how proud and lucky i am to have you.. Kahit you're spending your day alone because of work. There are lots of days pa naman..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lonely nights are over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-115060878217518181?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/115060878217518181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=115060878217518181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/115060878217518181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/115060878217518181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-lonely-nights-are-over.html' title='MY LONELY NIGHTS ARE OVER!'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-115045536595285489</id><published>2006-06-16T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T03:56:06.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;** I'm sorry for the template trouble..i had to figure it out..I hope i've fixed it for good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone's busy these days.. so am I. ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After learning that I passed my dream organization, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green media group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i still was not completely happy. Yes, it was really a fulfillment knowing that I passed the tough exam and interview of one of the most prestigioius organizations in DLSU but I wasn't totally excited since not all of my friends I wished to experience gmg work with, were able to make it. But still I'm looking forward to work witht he group and start my residency next week..big time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God has never failed me with the opportunities he continously gives me. I was also invited to work as an executive staff of the common life taskforce of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lassallian youth commission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That's double bigtime! I hope I could carry all these loads of work throughout the year..goodluck nalang sa akin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;** I feel that something's wrong with me today.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To lau,malia,sara,cuyeg and toni:&lt;/span&gt; sori, you got to see me not in my nicest mood..(bawi ako sa inyo) Its good I was finally able to deliver my impromtu speech..It went good, thank God.. Lau I really have to talk to you. Marami tlaga tayong kailangan pagusapan..alam ko ikaw rin..hay dme kasi frustrations sa buhay..=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope that tomorrow will be a fine day for me..pambawi nman LOrd please..I admit that i'm emotionally shaky at this point in time but I know na i could fix it soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..(you know who you are) I hope you would extend your patience more. There are just things that I couldn't tell you because I know you just wouldn't understand me..I want you to know that i'm not asking for any demands or whatsoever.. ikaw na bahala..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess its time for me to go home..happy weekends everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-115045536595285489?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/115045536595285489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=115045536595285489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/115045536595285489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/115045536595285489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-114935500964863737</id><published>2006-06-03T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:22:34.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>some random thoughts..while waiting for an email..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day wasn't as usual as before. good for me!(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i just had a foot spa..with my dad!&lt;br /&gt;2. i waited for almost 45 minutes to get my allowance grrr..&lt;br /&gt;3. i finally found a vacant table at chef d angelo!&lt;br /&gt;4. i got my wyt shirt stained with a red sauce..eww...(good thing i was able to remove it)&lt;br /&gt;5. i got a sun text and call unlimited&lt;br /&gt;6. we finished the necessary things for the b.a booth for next week! (Thanks lau,jason,wey,mara, meg and marianne for coming!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Agno was surprisingly open and i got to eat a freshly cooked burger!&lt;br /&gt;8. it rained all night and i've got no choice but to buy insant noodles in the store down the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;9. i enjoyed day dreaming again.. shopping in hong kong!&lt;br /&gt;10. kim won the pbb summer edition&lt;br /&gt;11. i got to talk to mac and ate yoya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. my sister's officially inlove! She's no longer single ladies and gentlemen...my goodness i still can't believe it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I still need an explanation..hmf...better call me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-114935500964863737?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/114935500964863737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=114935500964863737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114935500964863737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114935500964863737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/06/saturday-thoughts.html' title='SATURDAY THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-114924168740843583</id><published>2006-06-02T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:48:07.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENNE AMATRICIANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have survived the second week and it's just time to treat myself. I've been craving for tosh for almost a week since nabitin ako nun the last time we ate there.. (dba lau?) Thanks kim at naisip mong kumain tayo dun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got a  new prof in intreco and he sounds like work.. Anyway, this morning was the start of our impromptu speech in my engltri class. It's good I wasn't called yet since Ive got colds and cough.. My classmates presented very well so I'm getting pressured. haha congrats to kim and sara you made it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm still anxious about the whole speech idea because I get nervous when pressured. But never mind..it's weekends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were supposed to be going to mall of asia but then there are a lot of delays with the last minute org application so we ended up eating in the old spag haus. I wanted to watch da vinci (loser - i haven't watched it yet) but then it seems like it will rain hard so we didn't push through. I hope lau and I can watch tomorow since i've got something to do in school for the "majors problem" project..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm missing my teddy again..it's our 5th monthsary and guess what? where thousand miles away..infact, out of the 5 months of celebration, we just got to celebrate one mothsary...huhuhu... I can't wait to see you next week..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope i could finish all the papers due for next week..plus the scriptwriting pool take home exam..goodluck nalang sa akin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-114924168740843583?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/114924168740843583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=114924168740843583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114924168740843583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114924168740843583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/06/penne-amatriciana.html' title='PENNE AMATRICIANA'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-114917373798057102</id><published>2006-06-01T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T08:05:41.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING STRONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have at last accepted the idea of back-to-school work. It is almost two weeks after the first day of classes and I am back to usual everyday stuff plus more loads of work to do &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(That is what I get from choosing to be a part of the Student Council…still I have no regrets..=)).&lt;/span&gt; I am now a certified part of the upperclassmen..! Haha! no longer a froshie my dear.. I will be graduating young - as young as 19 years old.=) and i will be taking my very first majors this coming term and I can’t wait to hold a camera&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..(nevermind the research papers and critiques..)&lt;/span&gt; This year would definitely be a tight one for me - loaded with a lot of academic responsibilities and extra-curricular activities. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Ganun pa man, d mawawala ang gimmick at love life…hehe shempre;) okay ba?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will have to be ready for a report presentation&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (am I?) &lt;/span&gt;and an impromptu speech &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(how will I be prepared with such if it’s really unprepared in nature!)&lt;/span&gt; The weekdays are over by tomorrow. I plan of watching a movie with friends..sana naman please!haha… How I wish teddy would be coming over before his class starts..sana lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is the first death anniv of my mom on June 9. She needs your prayers..please pray for her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I will end up till here. I still have to talk to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ELY BUENDIA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( courtesy of lau and kim) ehehehe….;) ej what can you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way happy monthsary my beloved baby chubby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-114917373798057102?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/114917373798057102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=114917373798057102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114917373798057102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114917373798057102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/06/going-strong.html' title='GOING STRONG'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-114908750911336093</id><published>2006-05-31T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T07:58:29.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama masama pakiramdam ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naubos ko ang tissue ni Jackie at kaymee dahil sa mtinding virous na tumama sa akin... Nagsimula nung intreco…lumala nung bio lab..(kailangan ko pa bang ikwento to?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idagdag mo pa ang dalawang pakete na tissue na binili ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit ang buong katawan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinulog ko na at lahat, meron pa rin. Dinaan sa pagkain, wlang epekto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Diyos ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtataka kung bat ako nagtatagalog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importante ang wikang Filipino sa Globalisasyon. Mas nakakaintindi ang nakararami kung ito ay ang wikang ating pagyayamanin. Ito ang nagbubuklod sa mamayang Pilipino. Mabuhay ang sariling atin.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ay kailangan ko ng basahin ang mga artikulo sa Filipi2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito nalang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babala:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;layuan niyo ako at baka kau mahawa…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-114908750911336093?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/114908750911336093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=114908750911336093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114908750911336093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114908750911336093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/05/trying-hard.html' title='Trying hard'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-114615719987267626</id><published>2006-04-27T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:01:40.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sacrifices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just came from Batangas the other day. I gained new friends after the leadership training and it was indeed fun and full of new insights. Now I can say that I'm ready for this school year's bulk of student council work. Good luck to me! I'm excited to work with these brilliant people and serve the studentry. I can't wait to meet people and bring out my all out efforts to offer my services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few days more and it's back to school. This summer was really the best days of my life. I'll miss a lot of people again. Well that's life...full of sacrifices..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All i have to do is to enjoy the remaining days of the season...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-114615719987267626?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/114615719987267626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=114615719987267626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114615719987267626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114615719987267626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/04/sacrifices.html' title='sacrifices...'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-114353498953326282</id><published>2006-03-28T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:42:48.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER EXCITED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 days more to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sen,chu,kate,billy and the rest of the gang&lt;/strong&gt;, I can't wait to see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;kuya,ate,kitoy,ate tess and to our other kasambahay&lt;/strong&gt;, yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;christian, ate march, andri, mac, te yoya,&lt;/strong&gt; waaaaaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;st. Paul University&lt;/strong&gt;, ha ha the best pa rin...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;strong&gt;lola,titos,titas,cousins&lt;/strong&gt;...fishing na tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ofcourse to my &lt;strong&gt;baby chubby prince&lt;/strong&gt;...yiheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuguegarao, humanda ka na sa pagbabalik &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;koh..haha=))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-114353498953326282?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/114353498953326282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=114353498953326282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114353498953326282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114353498953326282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/03/super-excited.html' title='SUPER EXCITED'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-114344641511372962</id><published>2006-03-26T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:34:33.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snacku and Fortune-telling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNACKU AND FORTUNE TELLING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not used to waking up early every Monday since my class still starts at 11:40 a.m. But since &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lau&lt;/span&gt; and I planned of reviewing for our introso exam(?), I woke up early and hang out in the lobby with her. We had the usual snacku merienda and the sharing of stories..haha kinilig kami kay &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bianca at zanjoe&lt;/span&gt;...=p&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(sori chubby, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cuyeg&lt;/span&gt; went to the dorm an hour later and joined our supposed to be " group review" but ended to be an "operation revelation of the future" with the help of our psychic friend. The truth is, it makes me nervous everytime I engage myself in "&lt;em&gt;hulas&lt;/em&gt;". I won't go with the specifics but one thing's for sure,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; 95% if not everything he said was true for Lau and Cuyeg.&lt;/span&gt; I was pretty shocked with his revelations because I didn't think that he would be able to know all of those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, he was hesitant to look at my hands. (I don't know why) Well, over-all what he said was positive but there are just things that I couldn't understand and honestly it bothers me up to now! He was able to reveal some of the feelings I couldn't tell to anyone..haha..And another thing, he felt that we had company..freaky..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We didn't have the luxury of time to have the tarot reading.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (I hope we could have it next time!)&lt;/span&gt; I believe that palmistry, fortune-telling, tarot reading and the like, do have powers to foretell. It just depends on us if we would cling to it and let these things direct our future or have the courage to divert and redirect these prophecies according to our favor. Well, as for me I choose to continue my normal life and live up with my goals and dreams. To our friend, thanks for the energy you spent for us..Till next time..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-114344641511372962?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/114344641511372962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=114344641511372962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114344641511372962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114344641511372962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/03/snacku-and-fortune-telling.html' title='Snacku and Fortune-telling'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-114334226314741621</id><published>2006-03-25T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:04:23.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Lazy Post for the year 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;March 23, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had plans of creating another blog after all the aches that this whole idea has caused me. ( Don't ask me why) But a sudden drive made me think twice so here I am though its almost midnight, trying to withdraw any random thing I presently think of. I still have a science exam ready to stab me at the back until I bleed come course card day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a frustrating thing knowing that something you've all been waiting for the longest time will never be fulfilled. It's a sad feeling when you would have to extend your patience and wait a little "more" longer for that simple request. Time can sometimes be so unfair for it controls you in every move you make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish its vacation.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'm home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-114334226314741621?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/114334226314741621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=114334226314741621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114334226314741621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/114334226314741621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-lazy-post-for-year-2006.html' title='My First Lazy Post for the year 2006'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-113568551480628194</id><published>2005-12-27T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T20:29:26.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's hard to grasp for words most especially when your feelings are unexplainable. I'm acting strange lately. The feeling is just something really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I have no exact details..no accurate answers..no specific descriptions..at the moment.. All I know is that I am extremely happy. It just seems to be so real. I believe it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I still have worries.. I know that such would never be gone. I hope that time wouldn't cut this short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-113568551480628194?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/113568551480628194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=113568551480628194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113568551480628194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113568551480628194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/12/strange-bliss.html' title='Strange Bliss'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-113534603893359609</id><published>2005-12-23T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:47:29.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the leap of Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honesty is one word that requires a lot of commitment and effort. It is always said that honesty brings about truth and the goodness of something. But there are also times when it seems to be the other way around. All my life I tried to be honest- sensitive in a sense. That's why I want others to show the same honesty to me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I accept the fact that it is not easy to reveal ones feelings to the other. Good for me for I was born to become a lady. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To you, you know who you are... Thanks for taking the courage. Thanks for being honest... As I said dont worry nothing will change :). That's a promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was motivated to type in these words though i'm still recovering from&lt;/span&gt; my "speechlessness" (I beg for my new word). Its hard to express all that's inside of me..anyway, what's important is that the lesser-known details will be safely kept in my memory chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I hope you would all find your hapiness! Good luck to all of us!&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/13943668-113534603893359609?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/113534603893359609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=113534603893359609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113534603893359609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113534603893359609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/12/taking-leap-of-honesty.html' title='Taking the leap of Honesty'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-113479806861496909</id><published>2005-12-16T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:47:55.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide-awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really had a great time.. I enjoyed the food, the weather, the videoke, the laughs, the drinks(?) and most especially I enjoyed the company..=) Now I recommend you guys to try to go to simbang gabi without having to change your clothes!haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kuya j, ate joyce, kits, ate march, ate yoya, mac, ate lav and mongo, kuya ej, kuya kim, kuya bg, kuya magsi, kuya ray, kuya paul, ate milky, ate ochi, christian, kuya lajo, kuya monggi...(&lt;/span&gt;did I miss someone?!) thanks a lot!.... When is the part II?!&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/13943668-113479806861496909?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/113479806861496909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=113479806861496909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113479806861496909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113479806861496909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/12/wide-awake.html' title='Wide-awake'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-113471356669144249</id><published>2005-12-15T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:48:19.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Warmest Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/Image(163).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/Image%28163%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/blog%20dorm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/blog%20dorm.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; Good bye dorm life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/Image%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Welcome home sweet home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;woke up this morning enjoying the thick fog and the fiery lights that flickered in the dusk. Though I was alone, the trip was not a bore thanks to the company of a nice friend who bothered to spend the night with me through the SMS connection. And as usual, I didn’t get enough sleep during the travel for the reason that I was so excited to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I was all ready to phone my brother to fetch me, I was troubled to know that my ever user-friendly cell phone was not working because it didn’t have any batteries anymore! (Oh well..) But I tried not to spoil that magical hour just with that reason. Thanks to ate Camille who extended her help so I could contact Kuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reached the bus terminal, I felt the coldness rushing through my blood and freezing up my bones (this is what I call the spirit of Christmas)! I was shaking to death when I put off my jacket! While waiting for my sundo, I stood up in a corner and there is this one lady who kept on asking me to try her buko pie and be the first one to buy from her as a luck. At first, I told her that I already have bought pasalubong and told her not to worry since I will still be back. But then, she kept on asking me and so I ended up buying her pies. She was so happy and thanked me for the kindness. She came nearer to me and told me that God would be the one to give me what I deserve for Christmas. With that, I felt light and happy. It is such a great feeling to have made someone joyful through your help.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, Kuya arrived and my happiness was at its peak because I have missed them so badly. (It’s good I’m here) We went to ermita to fetch my sister and other friends who attended the first morning of the misa de gallo.( How bad I wanted to complete the 9 mornings pa naman..) Anyway, when we arrived in the church, it was still the same – its elegant touch of Christmas, its classical structure…it was perfect! Awww…If only I could show you how happy I am now. I hugged Ate joyce, ate yoya, mac and the pretty ate lav lav.. God, I have been longing for this moment to come..another awww…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/Ermita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all excited to tell me that we will be celebrating the barkada Christmas party tonight in our house. I was touched when they told me that they were just waiting for me. With that, we all went to the market to buy the ingredients and other stuffs needed for the party. Thanks to ate Lav since she will be sharing her cooking expertise later! After all the buying preparations, we were all hungry and so we decided to eat out! We all wanted to eat at Tasty hut but due to unavoidable circumstances, we ended up eating in Mcdo and buying breakfast at Jollibee for ate Lav! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After satisfying our aching stomachs, we headed to the grocery to buy more! Now it makes me excited for tonight..hmm..one more thing, we will be watching my brother play another bamboo act in their rave party!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some sleep when we arrived at home. Now its 2:00 p.m and I just finished eating my lunch. I can’t wait for tonight. My assignment for the party is to take charge of the parlor games..haha.. This day is definitely one of the best days of my life! Though the weather is extremely cold here, it didn’t stop me from feeling the warmest feeling I’m savoring now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys would enjoy your Christmas vacations too! Well.. it’s just getting started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-113471356669144249?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/113471356669144249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=113471356669144249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113471356669144249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113471356669144249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/12/warmest-welcome.html' title='The Warmest Welcome'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-113453667147488023</id><published>2005-12-13T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:49:27.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's amazing how time gives you new experiences and life-long lessons. Sometimes, it seems to move so fast that you end up realizing how far you've gone and sometimes, so slow that you feel like the world has left you in its continuing journey. I know we have all experienced the magic of time - Its aggressiveness, its stillness and its continuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has enchanted me once again. Another chapter of my life has been done. Now I’m ready to fill out the blank pages left but with the inspiration of my past tales. I can't believe that I'm almost done with my first trimester. My first two terms didn't just give me intellectual improvement but much more than that, I have learned to become more independent, to be more matured in many ways. I have learned the importance of commitment and trust. I have learned how hard money is and how lucky I am. I just didn't learn to read instructions carefully in examinations&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (but that was a big lesson for a lot of us though..)&lt;/span&gt; but I have learned that there are those precious people that with little time, you've enjoyed their company and warm friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the end of our second term..and the end of our togetherness as a whole block. But with that, I'm still happy though next year would be a lot more different than the usual. Without &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;niko&lt;/span&gt; to post all the reminders for us (ygroups would be soon gone), without &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jom &lt;/span&gt;to raise a lot of questions though sometimes irrelevant, without &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;john &lt;/span&gt;to make our reviewers, without &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;toni&lt;/span&gt; to help us in computer graphics, without &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; to sell us imported stuffs with big discounts, without &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;kevin &lt;/span&gt;to raise intellectual questions, without &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sars &lt;/span&gt;to save us every recitation, without &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jill&lt;/span&gt; to show us her fashion statements, without...without...without..all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let’s just look at the bright side of things. We would still see each other after all and one thing more, we would gain more friends.. I'm happy to be part of the extra strong lr 19..hope we'll still be strong till the end..Ill never forget each of you. Hope I'll still see you all next year..&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/13943668-113453667147488023?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/113453667147488023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=113453667147488023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113453667147488023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113453667147488023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/12/greatest-lesson.html' title='The Greatest Lesson'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-113414790214064912</id><published>2005-12-09T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:09:07.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since we barely have 2 school days to go before LR 19 will finally de-block, here's a survey I got from Sudoy and this is for you guys. As Part 1 (yep there's still part two) of my block farewell, I want to make this post a little lighter to ease the emotions from the past updates I've read from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR 19, thanks for the company..for accepting the real me..and for helping me cope up with my personal struggles I've just been through. You know that our first term was really one of my darkest times. Up to now, I couldn't believe that I was able to cope up and continue life besides all the pains and sorrows I have felt. Though I lost one important person in my life, I didn't feel alone because yo were all there for me. I consider you guys as my second family and our school as our second home. Though we would soon part ways, I would never forget the first people with brillant minds and personality with whom I shared my first year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's too much for an introduction..kaya..here's the survey!(ang bilis mag change ng mood!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.) saang school and section ka nbibilang?** &lt;/span&gt;LR 19. DLSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.) ano grade/year mo na?**&lt;/span&gt; frosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3.) sino favorite teacher/s nio?**&lt;/span&gt; sr marasigan (daming mantra!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.) masaya ba sa klase nyo?**&lt;/span&gt; oo nman..benta lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5.) sino mga seatmates mo?** &lt;/span&gt;no permanent place ako e!ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6.) maingay ka ba?**&lt;/span&gt; ano sa tingin nio..maingay ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.7.) my crush ka ba sa inyo?**&lt;/span&gt; sus! si john(?) ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8.) sino naman yung crush mo na yun?** &lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9.) may nagkakacrush ba sa iyo?**&lt;/span&gt; wala e..(humble ba?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10.) sino mga bestpals mo sa klase?**&lt;/span&gt; shempre ang pinakamamahal kong bonobo society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11.) sino lagi mong kaaway?**&lt;/span&gt; si jason! (haha pagdating lng sa ideas bout philosophical matters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12.) sino lagi mong inaaway?**&lt;/span&gt; si cuyeg..(inaasar lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13.) sinasaway ka ba ng class pres. nyo?**&lt;/span&gt; mabait ako e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14.) may twagan ba kyo ng classmates mo?anu-ano?**&lt;/span&gt; mga pangalan ano pa ba! minsan pagong!hay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15.) pinaka ppnsin mong classmate?**&lt;/span&gt; Hi jom..(PEACE TAYO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;16.) class muse?** &lt;/span&gt;si sara!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17.) class escort?**&lt;/span&gt; si John Pangan..wehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18.) class secretary?** &lt;/span&gt;si steph(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;19.) class clown?**&lt;/span&gt; sudoy! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20.) class heartthrob?**&lt;/span&gt; meron ba? tag kau para magkaalaman na!21.) class' beauty and brains?** lahat naman ng girls sa lr 19 meron niyan!...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;22.) class maTh wizard**&lt;/span&gt; hay mga chinese ano pa ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;23.) pinaka vain** &lt;/span&gt;hayy...ang lalaking vain: cuyeg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;24.) pinaka tahimik**&lt;/span&gt; si lynne ba?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;25.) pinaka masungit**&lt;/span&gt; ako ata e...hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;26.) pinaka chubby** &lt;/span&gt;sudoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;27.) pinaka cute**&lt;/span&gt; si malia!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;28.)pinka madaldal**&lt;/span&gt;halos lahat naman e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;29.)laging benta**&lt;/span&gt;si wey at jason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;30.)kalog**&lt;/span&gt;si lau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;31,)pinaka-matiyaga**&lt;/span&gt;nico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;32.)all-time fashionista**&lt;/span&gt;jill, malia, jana, jesicca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;33.) hi tech**&lt;/span&gt;toni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;34.)dancer**&lt;/span&gt;ale and jino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;35.)late**&lt;/span&gt;ian ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;36.)always present**&lt;/span&gt;sars, niko, d, lynne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;37.)laging may hawak na pagkain**&lt;/span&gt;si sudoy ba o si icka?hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;38.)pinakmadaldal**&lt;/span&gt;parang natanong na yan ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;39.)book-worm: &lt;/span&gt;si kizia at jackie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;40.) loveteam/s of the class**&lt;/span&gt; cuyeg n joy (hihi), nico and core (shempre kasali na kayo asa block pic kau e!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;41.) meron bang nali-link sa iyo na classmatemo?**&lt;/span&gt; si john pangan!wehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;42.) decribe your section, lahat lahat na: &lt;/span&gt;ONE big happy family!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;43.) mahal mo ba classmates mo?**&lt;/span&gt;oo naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;44.) ano message mo sa kanila?** &lt;/span&gt;guys wlang limutan kita kita tayo pag breaks chka pagsumikat isa sa atin (for sure un) pansinan parin okei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;45.) ano message mo sa nagpadala ng survey natoh?**&lt;/span&gt; sudoy san tayo sa monday?!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-113414790214064912?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/113414790214064912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=113414790214064912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113414790214064912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113414790214064912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/12/adios-part-1.html' title='Adios Part 1'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-113397087704289169</id><published>2005-12-07T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:37:56.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no classes tomorrow! But I still have to answer another set of essay questions in Philosophy..Anyway, I wanted to create another post about my hell week but then my infrared isn't working so I couldn't transfer my pics in the computer! I hope I could fix it by tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is all around!A lot of people say that being inlove is the greatest feeling. Well I can't testify to that yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lau and Sara it's ok...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kaya to my friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To KIM and CUYEG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patience is the key to success..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To JACKIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep on joining a lot of orgs that's good(you know what I mean!) Goddluck to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To ALE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy life there are just really times that we need to experience sadness inorder to realize things and eventually learn from it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To NICO AND CORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodluck to the both of you..you make one great couple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To JILL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmpp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To LES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bata ka pa..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To MALIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha you're so beautiful talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To JINO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kain ng marami pls..(wlang connection!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To SARA AND LAU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tsk..tsk...darating din tau jan..wehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway..wla lang talaga ako mgawa..hopeless romantic kasi..kaya just read on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only wrong thing would be to deny what your heart truly feels - &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Mask Zorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you love someone you say it,... you say it right then, out loud,... or the moment just... passes you by. -&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; the 'Best Friend' to Julia Roberts My Best Friend's Wedding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you without knowing how, why, or even from where - &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Robin Williams in Patch Adams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. - &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Don't forget. I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy...asking him to love her." - &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nothing Hill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/13943668-113397087704289169?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/113397087704289169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=113397087704289169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113397087704289169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113397087704289169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-heart-you.html' title='I heart you'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-113267537731569617</id><published>2005-11-22T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T08:12:15.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messing with Philo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week( as of the moment) is one of the most horrible weeks of my life. The start of the week didn't seem to be o so good to remember (with so many million reasons I wouldn't dare to name all!) plus the loaded requirements which is presently cracking my mind out for the reason that I am not certain if I could accomplish it with me satisfied with the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from all the tensions, I was still able to stop, think and philosophize! (Well I couldn't do anything since I have to have an answer for the Philo essay.) So as promised here's 2 of the three essay questions with my &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"un-absolutely-certain"&lt;/span&gt; answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let the thinking begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;essay question No. 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Is "cogito ergo sum" absolutely certain? why/why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stand regarding this issue is that Descartes’ famous statement, “cogito ergo sum” is not absolutely certain. By definition, absolute certainty is a knowledge that is entirely correct in all angles and is fully understood. In his statement, he says that if he is thinking then he necessarily exists. However, Descartes like any other human beings have intellectual limitations wherein we can’t know anything absolutely and completely. &lt;even&gt;We humans are limited beings having limited knowledge and restricted language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only an absolute being that has absolute knowledge can attain absolute certainty. Descartes obviously is not one absolute being since humans as I strongly agree are not perfect beings and thus cannot attain absolute certainty. I don’t mean that we cannot attain certainty. My point here is that certainty has many degrees and we humans having a set of limitations like language, senses, measurement and comprehension can only have certainty lower than the state of absolute certainty. We as human beings can still know bits of knowledge with varying degrees of certainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Therefore, I agree that the statement “cogito ergo sum” which is a product of a human mind cannot be absolutely certain for the strong reason that absolute certainty is only possible to absolute beings (of which Descartes or any of us is not) who has absolute knowledge. Knowing the distinction of absolute certainty from any other states of certainty is important in discussing manners in Philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;essay question no. 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Can machines have minds? why/why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I have argued in the previous question, humans do not have absolute knowledge because we are bound to a number of limitations. We are still entitled to knowledge but an inadequate one. Considering this example, before, people thought that the earth was the center of the universe and they have accepted this knowledge during their time. But later on, this theory was disproved when Ptolemy attested that the sun and not the earth is the center of the universe. This knowledge up to now is still accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we come to think of it, if no absolute knowledge can be attained by us human beings then, possibilities and potential advancements regarding some of our accepted knowledge can be challenged. In short, since we can’t be entirely certain, then we can never have a totally sure answer whether a computer can have a mind or not. But being not completely certain does not close any doors to the thought of a possibility. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We can never know what the future might bring. Therefore, machines can possibly have minds because we don’t have the total knowledge that would tell that it cannot or can have a mind. It can have one but that does not necessarily mean that “it will” have a mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;**I'm open to any philosophical dialogue! Just mail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:me..jaja_samaniego@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;me..jaja_samaniego@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/13943668-113267537731569617?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/113267537731569617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=113267537731569617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113267537731569617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113267537731569617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/11/messing-with-philo.html' title='Messing with Philo'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-113111664813217432</id><published>2005-11-04T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T07:50:00.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali Syndrome and bamboonitis: how bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me first define my two new terms:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ali Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a group of symptoms like wanting to hear him play the drums and look at his pictures everytime I hear lougee sing close to the end and tumatakbo indicating a complex abnormal condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bamboonitis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- the pumping of the heart is 3/4 faster than the normal and is greatly contagious when the patient often let his/her friends hear the band's music at the same time doing the bamboo moves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Proof of evidence:&lt;/span&gt; My brother tries to act like Bamboo everytime he performs. (much impulsive than the real bamboo) Positive effect: They placed first in the recently concluded battle of the bands during their Sportsfest!Wow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes I'm currently suffering from what I call the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali Syndrome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! He's simply one hot irresistable drummer(&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ryt ariane!)&lt;/span&gt;I can't wait to watch the band perform on the 11th!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still in Tuguegarao enjoying my extended vacation. I'll be leaving on Sunday night with my dad..&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(I was absent last wed and thurs and will still be absent in my nstp class tomoro! tsk tsk...)&lt;/span&gt; Hope I can cope up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okei okei so while I still have the time, let me share you this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three names you go by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.jaja&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.(warning: never call me)&lt;/span&gt; jermaine pearl&lt;br /&gt;3. bamboo?haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three screen names you have had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ms. president &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(true!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marge Timbol! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(haha by jason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. perling&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (my h.s friends call me that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three things you like about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.my eyes &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(really?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. confidence!&lt;br /&gt;3.height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three physical things you hate about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my big hips &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(may i see a raise of hands?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my big pelvic bones&lt;br /&gt;3. my eyebugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three parts of your heritage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spanish&lt;br /&gt;2. Filipino&lt;br /&gt;3. Indian &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(haha..joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three of your daily essentials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. eye-liner&lt;br /&gt;2. powder&lt;br /&gt;3. ponds facial wash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three of your favorite music artists:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.ehemm...Bamboo &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(but of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mojofly&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (Ali)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nathan azarcon &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Bamboo band)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three of your favorite songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Much has been said&lt;br /&gt;2. Close to the end&lt;br /&gt;3. Light Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three lies and truths in no particular order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm bamboo's wife&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm ali's love interest&lt;br /&gt;3. Bamboo and ali are my lovers!hahalabo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love bamboo&lt;br /&gt;2. I like ali&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm their lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three physical things in the opposite sex that attract you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. smile&lt;br /&gt;2. eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. the way he talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three things you really want to do badly now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 10 notecards for engltwo &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(but I can't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk to ali &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(but again I can't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. get some water &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;( damn I can't! natatakot kasi ako may moomoo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three careers you're considering:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Director (part of a movie)&lt;br /&gt;2.a position in the advertising industry&lt;br /&gt;3. Congresswoman! (sure!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. boracay&lt;br /&gt;2. Paris&lt;br /&gt;3. anywhere south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three kid's names you like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Green&lt;br /&gt;2. Bamboo&lt;br /&gt;3. Jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kiss the people I love&lt;br /&gt;2. pray and ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell that person &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(whoever he is)&lt;/span&gt; that I love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love shopping!&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm very open!&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm body conscioius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three celeb crushes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;**How many times will I have to let you know guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bamboo&lt;br /&gt;2. Ali Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;3. John LLoyd Cruz (haha)&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/13943668-113111664813217432?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/113111664813217432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=113111664813217432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113111664813217432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113111664813217432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/11/ali-syndrome-and-bamboonitis-how-bad.html' title='Ali Syndrome and bamboonitis: how bad!'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-113015743290008428</id><published>2005-10-24T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T06:55:12.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my avid reader &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lauren (haha)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and to the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/Image(34).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/Image%2834%29.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;others, this is not the interesting post I’m talking about. But still, you can read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden incident just a few minutes ago made me decide to write a quick post. Talking about hating myself because of my worthless body consciousness, this one is another story you don’t care to know. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(So what’s the use of making this?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my usual Dorm RTR or “Room To Toom” Visit! I actually met two new friends one, whom I met in Nikki’s room and the other, in the elevator! I love going to Nikki’s place since she has a complete stock of food &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;( cheese balls planters, candies, chocolates, Pringles, cookies….and many more!)&lt;/span&gt; plus a free internet connection and tv! (haha…peace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come up with an assumption with the help of Nikki’s 2 other dorm mates and my new friend, Fatz. Here’s our smart conclusion: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;College students who live in a dorm usually get fat!(hahaha..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We are all Froshies who gained weight the moment we entered Cara Celine Dormtel. Fatz’ 3 other dorm mates, my room mates Ninay and anj, and my other Chinese friend Jesicca from room 406 attest to our claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all shared the same “stories” like having to hear family members and friends from our hometown saying that we gained weight..blah..blah..What’s even ironic is that we ate a bag of chips while having our sharing.. I know this is useless and I know I’m becoming paranoid.. Stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I promise &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(not again?)&lt;/span&gt; to stop myself from being too dead conscious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you diet, the more you crave! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;( So Sara please read!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you eat, the more you get guilty! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be confident about yourself!&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; (okei?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not all diets work, it might even make things worse. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Like in my case!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, as what our brilliant Professor in Instudi said just last Friday during Steph’s Yellow Cab blow-out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We are sexy in our own ways… It is just how you carry yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Hail to the Marasigan mantra!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now is the end of my diet fever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good bye, Adios and welcome Healthy lifestyle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P.S To Jackie : Thanks for the bamboo-filled newspaper it was indeed an inspiration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Light &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-113015743290008428?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/113015743290008428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=113015743290008428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113015743290008428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/113015743290008428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/10/whole-new-world.html' title='A whole new world'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112989849400444783</id><published>2005-10-21T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:11:38.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/Image(30).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/Image%2830%29.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last time I have posted in this blog was before the 2nd term started and from then on, I was too busy- or should I say “too lazy” to update this blog. Well after gaining weight and being too conscious with my diet (but still not strictly following it – how bad!), after so many happy moments and sad memories, I have finally decided to be back on my blog business. So guys I promise (though such things are made to be broken) but still! – I promise or “try” to be active once again. For the past few weeks I’ve been almost out of the cyber world. Imagine a day or even a week without having to check your email, ym, friendster, blog and steal pictures from other people’s multiply! Well I was able to survive it and I’ve realized that it is sometimes good since you don’t have to worry about announcements and reminders from different yahoogroups!(haha..peace niKo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a lot of stories to share and it’s too hard to compress it all into one post. (But I’m doing it now) So let me bridge our gap&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; (just like what cuyeg always says..”nagkakagap na tau?!” jaja: ilan to’ ilan to?!haha)&lt;/span&gt; So I’ve had a lot of concerns for the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hate myself for being too conscious with my weight.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah it’s true! I want to stop dieting but the thing is, I become guilty whenever I eat a lot and whenever I start to feel my tummy getting bigger and bigger. I want to be my old self again – not worrying about what to eat and having no care of the kind of food I take! ( How will I do that?!) My friends always say “d ka naman mataba e! Tama lng”! But I still don’t know!damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just no. 1…So how about unforgettable events?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have a new love interest&lt;/span&gt;?!haha… I’ve seen him in Baga Verde when me, kuya along with his friends watched his gig!(haha..) curious?! Well his name is Ali Alejandro – the drummer of mojofly. If before the only pic I have in my notebook was the one and only bamboo band, now I have a pic of mojofly (“at the back”) in my notebook! I just like the way he plays the drum while his perspiration makes him look more “macho”..haha.. My current fave music: Wake Up and it was composed by him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of watching Ali’s charming face (oooh..) I returned to Tuguegarao to watch Bamboo live in Concert! (I still love him more than Ali!haha….) Thank God I was able to take the Algeb Exam earlier and I got a score of 99% ! Thanks prof! I know this is bad but I got absent that Friday.. But it’s worth it anyways! I got to see bamboo and the rest of the band perform. I couldn’t express the feeling when I was there all I can say was that I was totally happy! Really happy! I have a video of their performance but damn I couldn’t upload it! Another thing, I was able to let him sign my notebook and my cd! He talked to me and he remembered my name! (o stop it jaja no one cares about your story..) So let me go on with my next story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A week after Bamboo’s concert was my birthday!&lt;/span&gt; I was so sad because I wasn’t able to go home and what hurts is that I needed to spend my bday without a family member since they were all there in Tuguegarao. But although I wasn’t able to spend my bday with my family, something special came to surprise me. I didn’t spend my bday alone. Thanks to my college friends who surprised me with a cake, a big card with touching messages on it (haha), cute balloons, video presentation, a new wallet and of course their warm loving presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guys I truly appreciated it. Thanks for everything. Thank you for making my Bday extra special and though I wasn’t able to spend it with my family, I was still happy knowing that you planned a surprise for me even though we were too busy with school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about birthdays.. It was also &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lau’s bday!&lt;/span&gt; Her celebration was the night of October 15 (the night of my bday) and we really had a great time. Lau was so beautiful then with all the make up and the dress. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(haha.. I think Lau’s love life is starting to be active..ei girl you know what I mean! Right sara?!)&lt;/span&gt; I ate a lot of food again..(huhu)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so done with my unforgettable memories.. How about my present graving pains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been so stressed out this week because of the so many requirements to pass and exams to take! But thank God it’s Friday and I am almost done with almost ¾ of my school obligation. I still have 2 more exams next Monday..=( God help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so sad to know that while I’m having a hard time with school work, almost all of my high school friends are presently enjoying their sembreak! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Well that’s the disadvantage of choosing La Salle since it’s a trisem!)&lt;/span&gt; I can’t wait to go home and see all of them! I want to visit our school again. Poor me I wasn’t able to watch the sportsfest of my high school before. I really can’t wait for the midterms week to be over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I’m pretty not sure if I could have a long vacation or not since &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have a class on Nov. 2 and 3!&lt;/span&gt; What’s bad is that I have a Saturday class and I couldn’t be absent anymore since I am only entitled to 2 absences and I already have one absence because of the Philo talk! I hope a miracle would happen because if worst comes to worst, my last resort would be getting absent on Nov. 2 and 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a lot of things have happened and a lot of feelings and problems have come to passed. I still have a list of things to share but I guess this post would be enough. Now I’ve learned my lesson&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!( I believe this is my longest post ever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, thanks for spending your time to read it or even just scan through the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Watch out for my next entry..I bet it’s interesting unlike this one! Till here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&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/13943668-112989849400444783?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112989849400444783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112989849400444783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112989849400444783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112989849400444783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-to-business.html' title='Back to Business'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112609399075938465</id><published>2005-09-07T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T05:19:27.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My happy days will soon be gone. 4 days from now, I'll be back to my old business. Another page of my calendar will be filled with marks counting the days I have to spend until the 2nd term ends..(well it hasn't started yet!) I'm starting to hate myself again. I want to be optimistic this time!(huh!) Next term will be another challenge for me - new subjects, new schedule, new professors, new requirements and maybe new classmates..(just maybe..) I don't know if next term would be easier than the first but I'll try to make the best of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So as a "starter", here's a DLSU survey I got from NIco Manga's Blog- (with his permission..thanks).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DLSU Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Ano'ng student number mo?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 10531327&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. Nakapasa ka ba o Waitlisted?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Passed =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Pano mo nalaman ang entrance exam result?&lt;/span&gt;tru the net tapos letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. First choice mo ba ang La Salle?&lt;/span&gt;no!ahaha..muntik n nga ako mag southville e! Buti nlng I made the right decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5. Alam mo ba ang DLSUCET Score mo?&lt;/span&gt;nope! Pano mo ba malalaman un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6. Ano ang first choice mo na course?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AB CAM - Communication Arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7. Ano naman ang second choice mo?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Can't remember! Comarts tlga gus2 ko e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8. Ano ang course mo ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;Communication Arts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9. May plano ka bang magshift?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; never thought of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10. Chinito / chinita ka ba?&lt;/span&gt; (fortunately?!) hindi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11. Nag-aral ka na ba sa isang La Salle schoolbefore going to DLSU?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No. Paulinian ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12. Nag-enjoy ka ba sa Saliksik?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2nd term pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;13. Saang gate ka pumasok nung first day mo saLa Salle?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; south gate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;14. Nakapag-dorm ka na ba?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yup..i'm living in a dorm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;15. Nagka 0.0 ka na ba?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; d pa naman so far..ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;16. Nagka-4.0?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;17. Highest grade?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4.0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;18. Lowest grade?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;19. Worst experience sa DLSU?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm..nadulas ako sa corridor kasi umuulan nun!shockers!(buti nlng d ako natumba!ahaha) RELSONE time un e bored ako kya I decided to go to the c.r tapos un!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;20. Lagi ka bang pumapasok sa klase?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of cors golf cors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;21. Anong orgs mo?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Santugon at TeamComm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;22. May scholarship ka ba?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;23. Ilang units na ang naipasa mo?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 20.5 = lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;24. Nangangarap ka bang mag-cumlaude?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; d masamang mangarap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;25. Kelan ka magtatapos?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;26. Fave teachers?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sir Ronda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;27. Worst teacher?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; errmmm..tapos na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;28. Fave subjects?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Break time...eheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;29. Worst subject?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; englone...ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;30. Fave landmark sa DLSU?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; amphi rin e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;31. Fave building?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yuchengco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;32. Paboritong kainan?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sa loob?! animo canteen!sarap ng mojos Lau!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;33. Paboritong tambayan?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yuchengco lobby! Mahangin dun e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;34. Student-rate ba ang binabayad mo sa jeep?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can't afford..hanggang lakad lng ako..eheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;35. Lagi ka ba sa Lib?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; d e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;36. Nagpunta ka na ba sa clinic nung minsan namagkasakit ka?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;37. May crush ka ba sa campus?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;38. BF/GF?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;39. May balak ka ba mag-Masters o mag-PhD?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the highest degree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;40. Anu-ano na ang naging PE mo?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dance plng!The best talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;41. Kamusta naman ang block mo?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;42. Nakapanood ka na ba ng graduation sa DLSU?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; d pa e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;43. Memorize mo ba ang Alma Mater Song?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;44. Memorize mo ba ang Rektikano?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha! d e..funny ung steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;45. Eh ang Bumakaya?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;46. Eh ang La Salle Spelling?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;47. Member ka ba ng kahit anong DLSU Varsityteam?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; d e,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;48. Sino ang paborito mong Green Archer?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm...ala pa e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;49. Naka-perfect ka na ba ng exam?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anong klaseng exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;50. Anong ayaw mo sa Finals Week?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Excited nakoh umuwi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;51. Dito ka ba natuto uminom ng beer?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; don't drink..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;52. Dito ka ba na-devirginize?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what a question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;53. Anong gusto mo sa school natin?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; c.r and canteen everywhere! Conservatory pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;54. Anong ayaw mo?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; labas ng skul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;55. Bumili ka na ba sa bookstore sa SportsComplex?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;56. Eh dun sa bookstore sa may SPS?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;57. Maganda ba ID pic mo?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pano ba mapapalitan pic dun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;58. Nawala mo na ba ID mo?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yup!!Hassle..expensive pa ha!I lost my wallet kasi sa UM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;59. May ginawa ka na bang illegal sa loob ngcampus?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wala... pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.60. Nag-Starbucks ka na ba sa Taft?&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DLSU here I come!(&lt;/span&gt;plastic...haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112609399075938465?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112609399075938465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112609399075938465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112609399075938465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112609399075938465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/09/gone-are-days.html' title='Gone are the days...'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112599170544182362</id><published>2005-09-06T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:30:50.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never thought I would get bored over the break. But now I am! I wanted to go out but I am too lazy..(poor me).. This post might be the most frustrating one I have made so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/orange1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/200/orange1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My eyes are still swelling. I did cry last night and my eyes hardly opened this morning. The more I get stuck in the house, the more I miss mom. I remember our bonding moments - the parlor visits, the merienda sessions and the things we usually do. I went to bed early last night and so did kuya, ate joyce and kitoy. We all love sleeping together in one room and I don't know why! 10:30 p.m was still early for me. While in the bed, I took my phone to have the last look on it - like everyone does before going to sleep. I happened to scan the videos and again the drama queen inside of me started to enter the scene. I hate myself realizing that I haven't get over it yet. Kuya started the conversation and began reminiscing the good all times we had with mom. A little longer, both of us cried. Then silence. Ate Joyce entered the room and joined us with our serious talk. Then silence once again. Finally, they all got their sleep and I didn't. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate myself. I hate this day. I hate the weather. I hate&lt;br /&gt;the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it makes me want to go out with high school friends. I'm planning to visit SPUP tomorrow since Kate has to finish one midterm exam tonight-swimming. I miss you guys. I'm all-alone in the house and for days all I was just doing was to kill my time by surfing the net. I have entered every website - from the acceptable down to the useless ads and weight loss tips!Damn! I even got to read blog entries from people I don't really know..! Its just 3:25 in the afternoon and I have nothing to do! I wanted to go out but the heat makes me uneasy. Double Damn!tsk.tsk.tsk.=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112599170544182362?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112599170544182362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112599170544182362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112599170544182362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112599170544182362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-this-day.html' title='I hate this day'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112548905850457450</id><published>2005-08-31T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T07:39:40.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fulfilled Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was thinking if I would update my blog now or not.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I think this day was a memorable event for me and maybe&lt;br /&gt;for others too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I just travelled a long &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9-hour trip&lt;/span&gt; yesterday from &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tuguegarao &lt;/span&gt;and I was just able to arrive at about past 10 in the evening. Yes that was tiring - considering that it was a day trip! It was also planned that I'll be leaving tonight back to Tuguegarao but my dad decided that we'll go home together tomorrow..=) My main reason of traveling back is for me to get &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my much awaited first ever course cards in De La salle University&lt;/span&gt;. With all the stress the first term has caused me, who would not want to know the results of all the efforts(?)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/060820051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/dlsu_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, another reason why I wanted to know my grade is for me to know if I have fulfilled the promise I made with my mom before she moved into a better home. I r&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/06082005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emembered what she said in my dream the other night&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:"Nakikita ko naman lahat ng ginagawa nio e..&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/span&gt; I always stick to this line whenever I remember her: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;M.Y.M.P - Make Your Mama Proud.&lt;/span&gt; I hope I did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Going back, I woke up at 7 am today to get ready for the final day. I heard my new favorite wav tone waking me up singing the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sunshine song of Bamboo - One Good Day Coming up!&lt;/span&gt; I needed to wake up early since I needed to travel by train to reach &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;La Salle&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't make expectations so as not to feel disappointment in the end. I was able to arrive at Vito Cruz at about 8:15. I decided to check on my dorm first before heading to school. At about quarter to 8, I went to the first room assignment for the course card in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;RELSONE&lt;/span&gt;. If I remember it right, it was at M314.. I had a midterm grade of 3 in relsone so I thought that it's either I would maintain it or have a grade lower. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But surprisingly, (yes I was surprised!) I got a 4.&lt;/span&gt; I said to myself, that's one good start! I didn't expect that I would have an excellent mark in that course since I didn't pass the optional film analysis to have extra credits.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coming from the hottest place in the Philippines, I didn't think that I would also feel the same heat in DLSU. It was really hot because we needed to travel from one building to another to get our course cards! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Hassle!)&lt;/span&gt; next off, we headed to William Hall to get the grades of my friends in Crithin. I got my crithin course card last last week and fortunately, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I got another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I just love the subject (Critical Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;!-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ei but not the one who teaches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it...&lt;/span&gt;I also got my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;artapre&lt;/span&gt; earlier because i got exempted from taking the finals since I already have&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;. Having a grade of 3 in Art Apre was a fulfillment for me since I didn't like the course from the start. We spend a lot of time looking for sir flo but he was nowhere to be found! I heard from &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;les&lt;/span&gt; that he didn't go to school since he had already anticipated the flock of students complaining with the low grades he has given to them! Finally, my friends wre able to get their grades in sir flo's dreadful Crithin. Now, i know a lot from my block will approach me regarding the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;grievance desk&lt;/span&gt; since it's one of my job as the Vice President on Academics of the Batch Assembly to look onto that matters. Well, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;huie,&lt;/span&gt; i'l ask the BA how that works.. So finally we wre done with William Hall.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With all the perspiration our shirts are absorbing, we went off to the&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Sports Complex&lt;/span&gt; to get our grades in Prof Ronda's PEDANCE. Damn! The building was far! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Its as close as traveling from Vito Cruz station to Quirino!&lt;/span&gt; Prof Ronda said from the start that he only gives two kinds of grades..it's either a 3.5 or a 4. (I think that is justice with all the bodypains the course has given the group!) I can say that I really learned a lot from this course since I got to learn three new dances which I could use in special events=). He has chosen me to be part of the dancers in a progrm for parents but my dad wasn't able to come because he had an urgent thing to attend to but that was ok because he still &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;gave me a 4!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 down...and I still have to get three more. Next in line was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;. The long travel from Sports complex to LS bldg was justified with the grade Ms De Guzman has given us. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yes I got a hot 3.5 from the hot classroom!&lt;/span&gt; Our empty stomach started to get some attention so we needed to eat for lunch. But before that, we needed to drop by at the accounting office to settle payments for the next term. After the long waiting, it was lunch time! We enjoyed the botomless iced tea of&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; jill&lt;/span&gt; and the delicious shakey's bunch of lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We finished our lunch before 1 so we decided to go to our favorite tambayan to wait for the time- the breezy Yuchengco Lobby.. There we did the usual things...picture taking, kwentuhan..blah blah.. After some time, we went back to Miguel bldg to get our course card in poligov. I consider this subject as one of the "tough" I've had. I got a low midterm grade so I needed to add extra effort to make good in the finals and the bloody thought paper. thank God it all paid off since I was able to have a 3.5.=) God was really good to me..Now I have one more..englone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can say that englone was the toughest I've had in the term&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.(we wre all tired making the prtfolio! )&lt;/span&gt; I was one of the "malas peepz" to be in a different englone class.(yes our block was divided into two in englone.) Well that's life you cannot have every good thing in the world. While the half of our classmates enjoy their englone time, we suffer from making and revising different sorts of essays! Another thing, the prof of the other half of the class gives high grades!....o well.. tsk tsk..The distribution of the englone course card was scheduled at 4. We finished getting our grade in poligov at about 2 - meaning we still needed to wait for two more hours to finally complete our cards!So back in our tambayan..buti nalng we had a great time waiting.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oops..It's only now that I have noticed that my post is long na pala..hope you won't get bored reading..) At 4 pm, we headed up to yuchengco fourth floor. I was nervous since I know that she gives low grades...hmmm... buti nlng,...thank God &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I got a 3&lt;/span&gt;.!wohoo!..&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Finally I have completed it.. i was so happy to know that I made it to the &lt;strong&gt;first honors of the Dean's List.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can't believe it.. I hope I could maintain that.. At least after all that has happened in my life for the past months, God didn't let me go. He helped me to cope up and do things more independently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I feel so happy knowing that I was able to fulfill my promise to my mom. I hope she can see me now.. Though she wasn't able to "literally see" me go to college, I know that she is always there from the start guiding me and controlling my emotions. To my family, thank you for the support and the love you have shown me though wre miles apart..To my friends, you know who you are, thanks for the laughter, the pieces of advice and for the company..(I think I'm starting to make a graduation speech!) haha...enough about that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow..I want to go home to Tuguegarao to spend time with my family and friends. I'm thinking of what things i'll do for the rest of my vacation..i'll keep you on track! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112548905850457450?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112548905850457450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112548905850457450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112548905850457450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112548905850457450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/08/fulfilled-promise.html' title='A Fulfilled Promise'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112498873544377643</id><published>2005-08-25T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T04:44:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Delayed Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;**I should have posted this last week!aha...nwei, here you go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the hailed post of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Niko Batallones&lt;/span&gt;, I was made to remind that my blog has long been sleeping and haven't had any posts yet within the week. Ei niko, I must say that you are a good writer. Maybe that's the reason why a lot read your posts setting aside the interesting "special mentions"you do..and one more thing, you should not get intimidated with me..I won't eat you..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what my other blockmates said in their own online&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/413352847745l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/413352847745l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; journals, a lot has happened. I still couldn't believe up to this time that my first term in college is over. Now I am back in my ever loved hometown. I have missed a lot of people and it is such a nice feeling to be back to the arms of my paradise. (ooow...) I needed to pass a great ordeal of trials first before finally enjoying this present feeling I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought papers, argumentative paper, position paper, reaction paper, film analysis, online anthrop finals, dance rehearsals, revision of englone essays, portfolio, poligov review!!,.....yes it's all over! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have 2 weeks to rest my mind and unwind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; lr 19 blockmates,&lt;/span&gt; thnx for helping me cope up..maybe I could not have survived my first term without your support. To &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lau, jack, sara,jill,ale,cuyeg,les,kim,tracy,dian,khaymee,caresse, &lt;/span&gt;and the rest of the group..thank you for being there to back me up especially during my cold lonely days..Salamat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112498873544377643?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112498873544377643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112498873544377643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112498873544377643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112498873544377643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/08/delayed-post.html' title='The Delayed Post!'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112351084079134689</id><published>2005-08-08T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:25:48.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Never Been Kissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before anythng else, I would like to thank &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ms. jackie uy for fixing up my blog&lt;/span&gt;...To &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mr. Nico Manga&lt;/span&gt; here's my new post..don't be too impatient man!..To &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lau Montino, Sara Ramos and Cuyeg Cuyegkeng&lt;/span&gt;(haha), tama na yang pinaguusapan nio...ehehe...just read this nalang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***In spite of the quizzes, papers and other school work due for this week, I still took the time of watching two movies last weekend!(haha..Steph..B.I!) Thanks to a friend for lending us his laptop.( Hope we could borrow it again!haha) The movies I’ve watched are quite prehistoric but it’s still good. Though I have watched Never Been Kissed for a million times, I still watched it again along with the film, In Good Company. Anyway, I just finished watching the movie, If Only starring Jennifer Love Hewitt and Paul Nicholls later this afternoon! The film is really a must see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;REALLY NEVER BEEN KISSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes in my entire life, I have never been kissed. I take pleasure in being single coz you get to do what you want..(right ninay? – she’s a hell busy reporter!) It’s not that I have no plans but it’s just that the “right person” might have been stranded in a far island away from me!(How bout u lau?asa tabi tabi lng?!) Well, I’m happy with my life being with family and friends and I believe “that” could wait (o cuyeg say mo?!).. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough about that..Let me just share you some of the lines in the film that would really catch your heart. To those who have watched the film, I know you will agree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***Here’s the feature Josie Geller ( Drew Barrymore) wrote for her undercover report. Don’t be lazy come on! Read on!Be inlove...again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone once told me that to write well you have to write what you know. This is what I know. I am twenty five years old. I have never really kissed a guy. A geek to the core, most of my childhood years were spent doing extra homework I requested from the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;High school was more of the same. Then, at seventeen, it seemed as if my luck was about to change. The cutest guy in school asked me to senior prom - but it turned out he invited me as a cruel joke. I have never fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, it is embarrassing to share this with the world. But it would be hard to explain what I learned, and how I learned it, without sharing this humiliating history. I received an assignment, my first as a reporter, to enroll in high school as a student, to gain some insight into kids today. Understandably, returning to high school was my worst nightmare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's still that one teacher, who marches to her own drummer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those girls are still there. The ones that, even as you grow up, will still be the most beautiful girls that you've ever seen close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The athletes - and the immense sense of fraternity and loyalty that they share-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The smart kids. Who everyone else always knew as the brains. But who I just knew as my soulmates, my teachers, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And there's still that one guy, the one who is so perfect in every way, from the muscles in his shoulders-&lt;br /&gt;- to the way he, in his own way, struggles to uphold tradition. Southglen would not have been the same without him. High school would not be the same without him. I would not have been the same without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of these things made me miserable at seventeen. But at twenty five I finally see that this - all of this- is just the way it should be. It is all part of this thing- high school. A time in our lives that we can never truly repeat. A time that shapes us. A time that makes us who we are, for years to come. High school- going through it the first time- helped make me who I am. But going there a second time made me see that who I am is O.K. I always wanted to be "in", but seven years later, when they finally opened the door, I somehow gained the confidence to stay outside, firmly, happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is not the article I was sent in to write. This is the article I needed to write. I lived a lifetime of regret after my first high school experience, and now, after my second, my regrets are down to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A certain teacher was trampled in my path to self-discovery, and though this article may serve as a step, it in no way makes up for what I did to him. To this man, you know who you are, I am so sorry. And, I would like to add one more thing - I think I am in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And so I propose this - as an ending to this article, and, perhaps, as an ending to this portion of my life. I, Josie Geller, will be at the State Championship baseball game – where my friends the Southglen Rams are playing for the title. I will stand on the pitcher's mound for the five minutes prior to the first pitch. If this man accepts my apology, I ask him to come to kiss me, in front of everyone, for my first real kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Five minutes may seem like a short time, but trust me, when you've been waiting twenty-five years, it's usually the last five minutes that kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went back to high school and discovered I was a loser, again. And then I discovered it wasn't so bad. I wasn't so bad. So, now that I'm ready to start living the rest of my life, it would be magical if I could live the rest of it with him. Because inside everyone is a loser afraid to be loved, and out there is the one person who can kiss us and make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liked it?..i did..Now it makes me think..will my first kiss be that special like her's?How about you,will your first or next kiss be that memorable?!(Wish ko lng!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112351084079134689?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112351084079134689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112351084079134689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112351084079134689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112351084079134689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/08/really-never-been-kissed.html' title='Really Never Been Kissed'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112333167087670297</id><published>2005-08-06T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:43:23.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The studio tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really have no plans of going to abs-cbn..Then last minute, niko called me! "Ei are you coming pa ba?!We are waiting for you!" then I said "Can you wait for me?bout 10 minutes!" (just finished taking a bath!wohoo!) then another text: ei we have to leave na!waaaaa..What a day...but I still went to lasalle hoping that they haven't left yet!and poof they haven't!so come start the tour..I hated myself for I looked so..so..so!(I was just able to comb my hair and fix myself inside the van!) I felt lazy going to abs but I was there na I have nothing to do! At e2 pa, I lost the other pair of lau's pearl sa sobrang pagmamadali ko..(ooops...lau i'll buy you one nalang!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So after the long dizzy trip, finally we where able to reach the home of the stars..haha..I have big expectations of what I will see in the studios..But it failed me in some ways...(right niko..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;First:&lt;/span&gt; the asap studio.. I remember telling..: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"e2 na ba 2?!parang ang liit"&lt;/span&gt;..Yes it really is..it seems so big in the tv but its not!We saw the scq batch 2 rehearsing their freaking "i'm a barbie girl dance by aqua.."haha..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me,niko,louie,sudoy and the rest of the gang&lt;/span&gt; can't imagine if we wre in their place dancing such steps..That's why I still prefer to work behind the cam when the time comes..one realization: believe it or not, dm is cute pala..haha and the rest..nevermind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;second:&lt;/span&gt; off to the congested tv patrol and insider studio.. again, its so small!It seemed so big in the tv!ha what a trick!But the cams and the lights are cool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;third:&lt;/span&gt; the anc studio! wow...this one was the most ok studio so far..we saw ourselves in the tv and we looked different!(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;well we looked more humans there...haha&lt;/span&gt;) After that, we went to the control room where they programs are being prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4th:&lt;/span&gt; The goin bulilit studio!haha..they where having their shooting when we went there!the kids are soooo cute..(un nga lng sbi ni sudoy,..ang babata plng maarte na!)we wanted to take pics from them pero busy kasi sila memorizing their lines...sayang!We also saw mystica!haha...(We've heard that she shoplifted in a convenience store!!that's what it said in hr etk interview...!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5th:&lt;/span&gt; Then we went to the wowowee set..again another surprise..It looked different from what we see in the tv!As we approach the studio, we heard a lot of men shouting..I think they are the known kolokoy boys!haha...they wre busy getting their free ice creams!aha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6th:&lt;/span&gt; The Game knb studio...the "tour" guide said that it was the most expensive studio n abs cbn because of its sensors..o well...pero mallit parin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7th:&lt;/span&gt;our last stop..the etk studio!we saw ogie a (Ogie d..as corrected by niko..).,toni and sarah!haha..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sarah was interviewed about her relationship with japoy lizardo&lt;/span&gt;..ofcourse, a lot of us  reacted..well ofcourse he comes from the same college!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the tour&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;, me,sudoy,niko,dhi,joy,jason and sarah &lt;/span&gt;stayed to look for something to eat..while figuring out where we will go, we saw a lot of celebrities..and louie was so happy!hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well among the artists i saw, i think the one that really caught my attention was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;albert martinez..damn he's hot!haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, we reached gerry's grill...then went home.(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;thanks sudoy for the ride&lt;/span&gt;)Thanks  too for the extra house tour!(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I love your mirror!Dhi do you agree?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was really an adventurous trip ever..!Sayang marami sana pumunta!(hu!)nwei, gtg na!If you want to look for pics taken during the tour visit niko's blog or sudoy's multiply!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112333167087670297?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112333167087670297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112333167087670297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112333167087670297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112333167087670297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/08/studio-tour.html' title='The studio tour'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112315746066148408</id><published>2005-08-04T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T05:12:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just making a thought: Why is it that the more you wait,,,the longer it gets?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been quite a long time since my last post. A lot of changes happened to my blog.- i lost the tagboard!huhu..the links are confusing!aha!..But i'll get back to it after the finals and that's three weeks from now!&lt;right&gt;This week has been one of the busiest weeks I've had..Imagine, for 5 straight days we have a long quiz! Thank God its Thursday and I have only one quiz left for tomoro..the dreadful crithin..and oops another three for nxt week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough about that.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now a question just popped out in mind..Why is it that the more you wait, the longer it gets? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you don't need it, its just there..and when you are in need of it, it doesnt show up!? Life really is sometimes ironic..and these ironies of life have started to enter my scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait for the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finals&lt;/span&gt; to end..i'm so excited to go home!I miss everything about Tuguegarao! I didn't have much time to do all the things I wanted to do the last time I went there. I wasn't able to see my high school friends, visit the people close to my heart, visit my alma mater and vist the places I've not seen for a long time! All these things make me so wanting to come home! But time seems to play with me!huh! Now I've realized that you'll just value something when its gone or when it is already away from you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now let me share the simple things that make me want to come home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;St Paul University:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The uniwide prayer of the rosry and the angelus!-We don't have it here!&lt;br /&gt;*The canteen chits..&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The sisters..I only see fathers here!&lt;br /&gt;*The greetings I here.."hi miss president!"owww&lt;br /&gt;*The h.s girls cr..its vandal designed walls and doors showing petty quarrels!&lt;br /&gt;*The principal's office..the buzzer..my belovedgrounded mic&lt;van&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;*The morning sun in the flagpole!&lt;br /&gt;*The old bell used infront of the faculty when it's brownout1!&lt;br /&gt;*The serene garden of the sisters&lt;br /&gt;*The thick withered dried leaves&lt;br /&gt;*and so much more...&lt;br /&gt;*cheering, competitions,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How about special people?!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I miss sengga!sen ang lapit naten ha!&lt;br /&gt;*Chu...isa k pa!ehe&lt;br /&gt;*kate..o girl hows skul...miss you na&lt;br /&gt;*Billy!..i miss our studio pics&lt;br /&gt;*Sister \Norma, pretzel!waaaaa&lt;br /&gt;*The faculty...&lt;hehe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mam hilda..&lt;the&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my former classmates!shocks!esss...&lt;br /&gt;*my raging dragons batch!Hey put your fire on!&lt;br /&gt;*Lower years, kahit magulo kau nun miss ko pa rin kau..&lt;br /&gt;* and a lot lot more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can you say?!haaay..Tara na biyahe tayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112315746066148408?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112315746066148408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112315746066148408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112315746066148408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112315746066148408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-making-thought-why-is-it-that.html' title='Just making a thought: Why is it that the more you wait,,,the longer it gets?!'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112213734269686984</id><published>2005-07-23T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:37:07.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's 23 minutes past 12 midnight.. I'm still awake savoring the happy feeling of being back here in my sweetest home. Homesickness is really my biggest enemy.. At least now I'm having a great dose of medication because I'm finally here in Tuguegarao! Being away from the comfort of my family is really hard. Plus the school work that is trying to put pressure on my shoulders.. And I think it's time for me to take some rest.. Now, i'm here..at the very place I’ve been longing to go for almost forty three days.. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wish that time will stop itself..It's sunday..then monday..Time really is fast not noticing that it will be tuesday once again.. I have a lot of plans to do while i'm stil here. Definitely, I'll be visiting my mom tomorrow and my lola,titas,titos and cousins..And on Monday, I'll meet up with my high school friends..Nevermind the night of Monday because I don't want to think about that still..tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will definitely be a big day for me! I missed kuya, ate and Kitoy so much! I'm now loving the sweet smell of fresh air and enjoying my comfortable computer chair. All my feelings are so unexplainable! One thing I know is I'm so happy..That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I sleep..let me leave you with a song from Hale. It's one of my favorites in their album&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;( iT doesn't mean that I'm a bamboo fanatic that I no longer look unto other bands!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BLUE SKY &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/47b5da11b3127cce913036e68b7700000015108AZtnDZm4ZOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/200/47b5da11b3127cce913036e68b7700000015108AZtnDZm4ZOK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/47b5da11b3127cce91317bc8ebab00000015108AZtnDZm4ZOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When do stars fade their light? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Does the moon and the sun make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For you the world maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Like an endless storm chasing a mystery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is there hate in your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Does your body drop and tell you to stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Loving you or loving me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When it all falls down you just sing with me &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/47b5da11b3127cce913036e68b7700000015108AZtnDZm4ZOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/200/47b5da11b3127cce913036e68b7700000015108AZtnDZm4ZOK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coz there’s a blue sky waiting tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Waiting tomorrow shining and shimmering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A blue sky waiting tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Waiting tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe it’s all we need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh don’t you wash away that smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/47b5da11b3127cce91317bab6af800000015108AZtnDZm4ZOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You just look out the window and see the light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It’s beautiful to be alive It’s wonderful to live a life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The sun is sure to shine &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/47b5da11b3127cce913036e68b7700000015108AZtnDZm4ZOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/200/47b5da11b3127cce913036e68b7700000015108AZtnDZm4ZOK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For you and me for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So don’t be sad it’s just the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Of a new beginning in your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rain will keep on pouring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Some things you can’t control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And while the sun seems far and hard to hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It will unfold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There will always be a blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112213734269686984?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112213734269686984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112213734269686984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112213734269686984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112213734269686984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/07/home-sweet-home_23.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112170096325232403</id><published>2005-07-18T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T08:37:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let grace under pressure work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have spent 57 days in La Salle and I can say that a lloott has happened. I have completely adapted myself in my new found green life. I have earned new acquaintances and presently enjoying the company of my new group of friends and treasuring the comfort and the warmth of having freshly found close friends. Now it just makes me say that God is really good. Though pressures from school work try to kill my time, I still make it a point to save extra time for fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now academics as well as extra-curricular activities are my priority. I'm so happy knowing that I got the chance to be part of the best political organization of De la Salle University - Santugon! Actually, we ended our family meeting just two and a half hours ago!(its 11:30 in my clock fiy..) I usually attend meetings every night from mondays to fridays from 6 till 8!..ehehe..I just really love the group as well as its visions for the students kaya derecho talaga!. Now the freshmen campaign has started! It's starting to heat up the energy between toooot and Santugon...ehehehehe..Now i'm starting to get excited again! I enjoy being a campaign officer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tomoro will be another busy day! Though how busy it is, what's important is that I enjoy what I do! Kaya kakanta na nga lang ako....dba lau?! President ng...ano?ehhehehehee....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One thing that I hate is waking up at 7 starting tomoro onwards!Enough about this..end!&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/13943668-112170096325232403?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112170096325232403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112170096325232403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112170096325232403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112170096325232403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/07/let-grace-under-pressure-work.html' title='Let grace under pressure work!'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112152524698962067</id><published>2005-07-16T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T07:49:56.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed the "event"...</title><content type='html'>I missed the concert of Bamboo at RP Manila!huhu&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;...&lt;les&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;les&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of gigs to come pa naman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112152524698962067?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112152524698962067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112152524698962067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112152524698962067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112152524698962067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-missed-event.html' title='I missed the &quot;event&quot;...'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112134142695766104</id><published>2005-07-14T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T05:04:11.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half-way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/422.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/422.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Midterms is finally over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;! Life is really sooo fast in La SAlle&lt;/span&gt;! My friends from other schools will just be starting their prelims by next week.. I'm happy knowing that the test is over...Well at least i will have lesser worries now. I still can't believe how fast things are doing. It seems like I was just in high school before and now I'm half way my first term in college!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;College is totally more serious compared to high school. Plus the kuripot Professors who tend to give low grades!sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss my high school friends na. I hope that we could go out some time. Thanks to my blockmates and to my new circle of friends at least I find comfort when i'm with them! Now i'm singing..haha.. president ng.....(nevermind!) Lau any comments?!ehehehe...hope you get me guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 day more to go and weekends nanaman!...wohoo...i'm excited to witness once again the performance of the greatest rock band in the country! - Bamboo!...and talking about bands, i took a picture with the vocalist of mayonnaise last u-break ..saya they are so down to earth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okei enough about that..im looking forward for the weekends!!.I need to have at least 7 hours of sleep once in my life!hahaha....sayang can't go home to tugue, i need to watch a show on sunday (duh Pepot artista!) and that would mean another paper!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and before i go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;one special mention...I miss you chanity!eheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here are some pics during the Fashion show at racks, el pueblo! Courtesy of Lezuhlee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for more pics visit: &lt;a href="http://lezuhlee.multiply.com/"&gt;http://lezuhlee.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/400/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112134142695766104?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112134142695766104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112134142695766104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112134142695766104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112134142695766104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/07/half-way.html' title='half-way....'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-112062364629494289</id><published>2005-07-05T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T03:32:15.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold and Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Everything I see, every music I hear, every place I go and every move I&lt;br /&gt;make, a memory just kept on flashing back. A memory that couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;rearranged..it's gone.. and is only bound to be felt again after this&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's hard to keep something inside of you when you and your heart are the only ones who feel it. Though I tried to hide my feelings and keep things by myself, it certainly didn't give me a feeling of relief. So now i'm writing to pour the pain that's presently aching my inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/200/untitled.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Yesterday just seemed like another long ordinary day. Just a tuesday sked straight 8 am to 5 p.m..Things worked fine until the last two hours of my long strenous tuesday started to hurt not just my whole body, but also my heart. You might be wondering what ronda did to me.. no it's not with him..not with my blockmates either.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was enjoying the dance as prof. ronda counted the beats..minutes later, we were all set to dance with the accompaniment. He told us that he needed to lower the tempo of the music so we could follow the steps. well, that was pretty fine for me! But when the first music started to play, i felt that i was getting weak ...The song that was played reminded me of someone..you know her if you have read my past posts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was not okay. My tears almost fell down from my sweaty chicks..But i have to stop it..I needed to divert my attention to other things...but it just kept on coming back..two long hours that i have to stop my emotions from exploding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally I arrived at my place. I felt so down..I wanted to see her.i wanted to feel her touch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then I prayed..tears fell..then, I closed my eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amidst all the good people who try to paint color in my life, there are still times when I feel cold...There are times when I seek for warmth but there's no one who will share. The reason why i still fight this battle is because of my family, my freinds and my dreams...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-112062364629494289?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/112062364629494289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=112062364629494289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112062364629494289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/112062364629494289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/07/cold-and-blue.html' title='Cold and Blue'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-111978654299637975</id><published>2005-06-26T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T04:59:39.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all falling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Rain falls angry on the tin roof&lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my&lt;br /&gt;bed&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;you're my survival,&lt;br /&gt;you're my living proof&lt;br /&gt;My love is&lt;br /&gt;alive and not&lt;br /&gt;dead.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rain is back...I can hear drops of rain falling and the song of Edwin McCain keeps on playing in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i go again..Loving the calm weather as I devote myself to silent reflections..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a certain memory started to pain my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing the best gift that God has ever given me..It was a gift but now she's gone., He took her away for a reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that all things have a reason...and I'm still in the process of discovering that reason why He needed to took Her away from us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you ma...Now i'm running out of words to say...Just a while ago, i wanted to rush to pour all my feelings in this new blog of mine..now i'm here, but it seems like all my sentiments stopped itself from going out ...it's ironic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about her..it's hard..but i have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;She's in a better place now and i know that we will meet again soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, i hope you're happy now..I know you'll always be here beside me..guiding me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning when you wake upAnd the sun does not appearAh ha-a-ah I, I will be hereIf in the dark we lose sight of loveHold my hand and have no fear'Cause ah ha-a-ah I, I will be hereChorus 1:I will be hereWhen you feel like being quietWhen you need to speak your mindI will listen And I will be hereWhen the laughter turns to crying Through the winning, losing and tryingWe'll be together'Cause I will be hereTomorrow morning if you wake upAnd the future is unclearAh ha-a-ah I, I'll be hereAs sure as seasons are made for changeOur lifetimes are made for yearsSo ah ha-a-ah I, I will be hereChorus 2:I will be hereYou can cry on my shoulderWhen the mirror tells us we're olderI will hold youAnd I will be hereTo watch you grow in beautyAnd tell you all the things you are to meI will be hereBridge:I will be true to the promise I have madeTo you and to the one who gave you to meOoh ooh oohAh ha-a-ah I, I will be hereCoda:And just as sure as seasons are made for changeOur lifetimes are made for years'Coz ah ha-a-ah I, &amp;amp; ha-I will be hereWe'll be together forever'Coz I will be hereI will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-111978654299637975?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/111978654299637975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=111978654299637975' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/111978654299637975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/111978654299637975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-all-falling.html' title='It&apos;s all falling...'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-111968558735388432</id><published>2005-06-25T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T03:50:24.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's You and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/bamboolightpeacelove2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/bamboolightpeacelove2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/09-bamboo-defiant1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/bamboolightpeacelove200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/bamboolightpeacelove200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/bamboolightpeacelove200.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo....it's you&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo...&lt;br /&gt;Your cold voice that flows through my blood...&lt;br /&gt;Your words that captivates and inspires my soul...&lt;br /&gt;Your authentic style that shows freedom to choose without thinking of &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/09-bamboo-defiant2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what others say...&lt;br /&gt;Your not so innocent face that seems to express something inside of you...&lt;br /&gt;"Save me from your fire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know tht this blog should be about me..But bamboo is a part of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect a lot about him..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-111968558735388432?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/111968558735388432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=111968558735388432' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/111968558735388432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/111968558735388432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-you-and-me.html' title='it&apos;s You and me'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13943668.post-111968248566421541</id><published>2005-06-24T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:49:52.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/jaja%203%20(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/320/jaja%203%20%28edited%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2951/1246/1600/006_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my plan to have a blog ever since the "Blog craze" came to existence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have one...I feel like i'm totally left out!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I have one now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not into expressing my thoughts in public..Its not that i'm introvert or something..it's just that im lazy..sometimes lang naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll enjoy reading what's inside of me,,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare..get ready..i'm here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13943668-111968248566421541?l=jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/feeds/111968248566421541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13943668&amp;postID=111968248566421541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/111968248566421541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13943668/posts/default/111968248566421541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jermainesamaniego.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Jaja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387847311086618404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
