<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-21736964</id><updated>2026-05-23T08:04:39.214+01:00</updated><category term="HS"/><category term="sports"/><category term="me"/><category term="futbolero"/><category term="family"/><category term="lit"/><category term="conversations"/><category term="movie"/><category term="QQ"/><category term="PCL"/><category term="drama"/><category term="haha"/><category term="lurve"/><category term="kids"/><category term="unclassified"/><category term="travel"/><category term="food"/><category term="PLC"/><category term="goodbyes"/><category term="friends"/><category term="random"/><category term="fitness"/><category term="horoscope"/><category term="song"/><category term="survey"/><category term="vacation"/><category term="100posts"/><category term="covid"/><category term="educational"/><category term="picture"/><category term="yikes"/><category term="D1"/><category term="HB"/><category term="Showbiz"/><category term="batchroom"/><category term="cartoon"/><category term="dwtl"/><category term="phil history"/><category term="promos"/><category term="quiz"/><title type='text'>--o--</title><subtitle type='html'>Rantings, Thoughts, Musings and Whatever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>715</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-2820201018933674013</id><published>2020-07-01T17:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2020-07-01T17:51:00.425+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="covid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me"/><title type='text'>On Midway of 2020</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Numerous mishaps has transpired namely the closure of a business, the explosion of a volcano, the accident of mother hen, KB&#39;s death and of course the corana global pandemic, to name a few. The world is in a disarray and it is only the midway of 2020! People have no choice but to adjust to the current phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all this I am grateful that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I STILL have a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My family and love ones are healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Chance to attend online meetup/conferences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, too many nasty events has transpired and no one can go back and make a brand new start. However, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending for the new normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let&#39;s do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/2820201018933674013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/2820201018933674013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/2820201018933674013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/2820201018933674013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2020/07/on-midway-of-2020.html' title='On Midway of 2020'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-307013359632105353</id><published>2020-06-11T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2020-06-11T23:22:52.768+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="covid"/><title type='text'>On WFH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
I am grateful to have the opportunity to WFH after my ML. Despite the challenges of watching a baby and working I am thankful for my working arrangement. It allows me to spend more time with my LO and experience her milestones first hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then this global covid-19 pandemic happened. WFH felt different. I put pressure upon myself to do more due to the fear of losing my job (which I know is secured). I registered numerous conferences and meet-ups (which I normally would not have attended due to logistics) as they shifted online. I tend to take lesser breaks and cannot seem to differentiate work and leisure. Now I am exhausted and want to go back to the office at least once a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then I read...&amp;nbsp; You are not &quot;working from home&quot;, you are &quot;at home during a crisis, trying to work&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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This is important to realise as even I&#39;m struggling and I have been working from home for almost a year.&lt;/div&gt;
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Time to step back and alot time for self-care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/307013359632105353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/307013359632105353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/307013359632105353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/307013359632105353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2020/06/on-wfh.html' title='On WFH'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-447066199915442808</id><published>2020-05-20T10:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2020-05-20T10:25:31.610+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haha"/><title type='text'>On Restart</title><content type='html'>Well hello dear world!&lt;div&gt;How far was my attempt to 100 posts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no failures, just learnings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me try again.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/447066199915442808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/447066199915442808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/447066199915442808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/447066199915442808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2020/05/on-restart.html' title='On Restart'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-5030281234024501227</id><published>2019-03-17T15:56:00.079+00:00</published><updated>2021-01-22T16:24:47.236+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HB"/><title type='text'>On One Push Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last Friday morning when I got up I felt a gush from my privates. When I checked my pad there was a good amount of blood discharge. I thought it was normal to have some blood so I was not that alarmed and knowing I had&amp;nbsp; MW appointment at the three quarter where I could ask about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before leaving for my appointment I called mom to catch up and told her about the blood situation. She advised me to mention it to the MW. I also asked her how would you know if you are about to give birth. She said you will feel contractions. In my mind I was thinking... what is a a contraction? Apparently the back pains I was experiencing was the start. I thought it was just my wonky back acting up again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At around 5pm when we got back home I tried to sleep off the pain but no luck. I would get up due to pain and ask husband to massage. I tried to sit on the ball and it did relieve the pain but for a short period only. After having salmon for dinner, dear husband prepared a warm bath. It was good in there but of course I could not sleep in there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After bath I decided to monitor the so-called contractions. Husband asked if I want to all the assessment line. I answered that maybe I am overreacting. I tried to sleep it off again but to no avail so I agreed to call the assessment line. The person who answered advised us to sleep it off. I asked if I could use the tens machine to relieve the pain yet sleep was no where in sight. At this time I had to rush to the toilet every so often and there was blood. So husband called Rosie to explain the situation. and finally the lady told us we could come in. I guess my my shouting at the background did the trick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The car journey was the longest I had in my entire life. It was gross. I peed myself. I had my eyes close 95% of the time. I was shouting for the Lord to help me. I was calling for my mom. It was torture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked ugly when we finally arrived the birth centre. While checking in I had to interrupt the small and mentioned I felt something between my legs. MW asked to pull down my trousers. Oh it was a head! She asked me to go on the bed an push. One push and hello dear LG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grabe! What a miracle! How the body knew what to do! We almost did not make it tbh. Too bad I wasn&#39;t able to experience the birthing pool, set the music and play with the mood lights. That aside, I am beyond thankful for the smooth (if you could classify it as such) delivery and my healthy and complete hunny bunny.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/5030281234024501227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/5030281234024501227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/5030281234024501227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/5030281234024501227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2019/03/on-one-push-wonder.html' title='On One Push Wonder'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-8093807914675961732</id><published>2018-12-05T23:03:00.026+00:00</published><updated>2023-08-13T23:01:05.093+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me"/><title type='text'>On Six Months</title><content type='html'>Six months since I relocated to an area where the weather is one of the main small talk topics. Who would have thought that I would find my tropical bum in this side of the globe? Certainly not me who prefers the heat anytime over the cold. Luckily there is a human heater to keep me warm.

Other than desperately trying to adjust to the weather numerous things have transpired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved here and my initial goal was to maximise being a homemaker and quickly settle in for the remainder of the year. I had a good start; the house was starting to look and feel like a home and found things I enjoy - basketball and ultimate. These sports were good entertainment/distractions as it was a venue to socialise and exercise. But like most cases, things do not always go as planned. Less than a month and we are already expecting! Two months in I started a part-time job as a result of boredom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh life! You are truly one great adventure. Bring it on.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/8093807914675961732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/8093807914675961732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/8093807914675961732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/8093807914675961732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2018/12/on-six-months.html' title='On Six Months'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-3081793616169721739</id><published>2017-02-27T06:48:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2023-08-13T23:16:55.502+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="QQ"/><title type='text'>On Being Better</title><content type='html'>Don&#39;t be angry with the people who are smarter than you--it isn&#39;t their fault.
Don’t be angry with people who are slow in catching up, they need your help.
Don’t be angry with the bashing in social media, they are just mere opinions. 
Don’t be angry with those who are angry at you, you cannot control them. 
Just preserve your energy and concentrate on doing better and being better.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/3081793616169721739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/3081793616169721739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/3081793616169721739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/3081793616169721739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2017/02/on-being-better.html' title='On Being Better'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-1392935601957286900</id><published>2016-04-29T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2023-08-13T23:49:52.281+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="D1"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><title type='text'>On Surprises</title><content type='html'>Wishful thinking and slight deduction and there he was.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/1392935601957286900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-7095209516805605994</id><published>2015-08-02T17:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2015-08-02T17:52:26.176+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="QQ"/><title type='text'>On Teenage Years</title><content type='html'>We were just friends that spoke like lovers and that seemed enough for two teenagers who were scared to love one another.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/7095209516805605994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/7095209516805605994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/7095209516805605994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/7095209516805605994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2015/08/on-teenage-years_3.html' title='On Teenage Years'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-8035743606056997369</id><published>2015-05-23T14:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2015-05-23T14:49:16.674+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="QQ"/><title type='text'>On Processes</title><content type='html'>No matter how efficient your processes are, if people running these are not trained and lack integrity, something is wrong.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/8035743606056997369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/8035743606056997369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/8035743606056997369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/8035743606056997369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2015/05/on-processes.html' title='On Processes'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-9016268176524031939</id><published>2015-04-11T08:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2015-04-12T08:50:42.374+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="100posts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports"/><title type='text'>On Savage</title><content type='html'>3 girls and 8 boys&lt;br /&gt;
Up against a whole classroom&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me whats savage</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/9016268176524031939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/9016268176524031939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/9016268176524031939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/9016268176524031939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2015/04/on-savage.html' title='On Savage'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-5987726673504054022</id><published>2015-04-09T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2015-04-09T18:11:03.256+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="100posts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports"/><title type='text'>On 12 to 4</title><content type='html'>Running up and down&lt;br /&gt;
going with the flow of things&lt;br /&gt;
underneath the sun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Skin getting darker&lt;br /&gt;
feet burning, &amp;nbsp;shrugging it off&lt;br /&gt;
for the love of disc&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/5987726673504054022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/5987726673504054022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/5987726673504054022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/5987726673504054022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2015/04/on-12-to-4.html' title='On 12 to 4'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-2400184874548315319</id><published>2015-04-08T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2015-04-08T17:44:03.651+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="100posts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lit"/><title type='text'>On 100 Days</title><content type='html'>Let me try to write&lt;br /&gt;
something random everyday&lt;br /&gt;
for one hundred days&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let me test how far&lt;br /&gt;
my scant vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;
endure this challenge</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/2400184874548315319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/2400184874548315319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/2400184874548315319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/2400184874548315319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2015/04/on-100-days.html' title='On 100 Days'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-3377131129610938805</id><published>2015-03-02T05:16:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2015-03-02T05:16:29.979+00:00</updated><title type='text'>On Small Talk</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried to start a conversation with someone you have not spoken to in a long while? Then you notice that they do not make any effort to participate in the small talk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Suddenly it hits you. You realize that things are not the same. Things have changed and it would probably be better to let go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;People come and go... Even the ones you thought you have shared noteworthy experiences. It is sad but change is the only constant thing.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/3377131129610938805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/3377131129610938805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/3377131129610938805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/3377131129610938805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2015/03/on-small-talk.html' title='On Small Talk'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-3126408451813355787</id><published>2015-01-15T17:25:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2015-02-20T08:59:22.849+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haha"/><title type='text'>On the Cock</title><content type='html'>Today is a special non-working holiday due to the Papal visit. However, given the nature of my profession I have work to attend to even if it should be a day off. As a trade-off I could work from home since technically I should not be reporting to the office. As usual, my VPN acted up and I had to call technical support.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
While the tech support was troubleshooting my VPN issue, he suddenly blurted out: &quot;Is that an actual cock?&quot;. Initially I thought he was talking to his peers and he forgot to put his mic on mute. Then it dawned to me that his inquiry was directed towards me! My neighbor&#39;s rooster was making its Tiktilaok sound again!!! Apparently I got so used to the sound that I didn&#39;t notice! Oops!&lt;/div&gt;
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To amaze or keep myself
awake during Misa de Gallo, I watched my posture. I made a conscious effort to
sit straight and stand tall all throughout the duration of the mass. However,
there were instances wherein lack of sleep got the best of me. 0:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This little game of mine did not end during the novena. It carried over
outside the chapel. I had
dinner with my former colleagues turned friends. One asked what my height was
and checked if I was in heels. When she stood beside me
we were almost the same height. All along I thought she was not only bigger but
taller than me. Apparently good posture and keeping fit make one look taller than reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No matter how high or low&lt;br /&gt;
Please be contented&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is prorated&lt;br /&gt;
October to December&lt;br /&gt;
I must be thankful&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Come to think of it&lt;br /&gt;
If I multiply by 4&lt;br /&gt;
Rate is not that bad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be optimistic&lt;br /&gt;
Always remain positive&lt;br /&gt;
Hardwork will payoff</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/152137869886038860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/152137869886038860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/152137869886038860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/152137869886038860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2014/03/on-increase.html' title='On Increase'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-5393724515910386873</id><published>2014-02-02T07:53:00.003+00:00</published><updated>2014-02-02T07:53:58.138+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="QQ"/><title type='text'>On I&#39;m Not That Girl</title><content type='html'>Hands touch, eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;
Sudden silence, sudden heat&lt;br /&gt;
He could be that boy&lt;br /&gt;
but I&#39;m not that girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/5393724515910386873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/5393724515910386873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/5393724515910386873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/5393724515910386873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2014/02/on-im-not-that-girl.html' title='On I&#39;m Not That Girl'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-7408422315193328859</id><published>2013-12-24T18:50:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2013-12-25T18:53:53.448+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food"/><title type='text'>On Bad Service</title><content type='html'>We were craving for Japanese food so we decided to try out Akira at Shang East wing. We heard it was good based from the feedback of my aunt who ate there 3-4 times during her 3 week visit. We were excited to try their bento due to her recommendation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Taking into consideration that it was the day before Christmas we called up the restaurant to make sure it was open. We were happy to find out that they were open so we made a reservation for a party of six. Apparently there was no need to make a reservation since there were only 2 tables occupied when we arrived so it was easy to get seated. Everything was going as planned until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #1: It was tough to get the attention of the servers taking into account that there were only 3 tables occupied. Instead of paying attention to their customers they were busy talking to each other and ignored us. I know it is almost Christmas, but please do your job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #2: When a server finally approached our table, my sister asked &quot;Anong tempura yung sa bento?&quot; and guess what the waiter replied? &quot;Tempura&quot;. So my sister had to restructure her question to, &quot;Anong klaseng tempura?&quot; But wait there more! My mom asked, &quot;Anong meron sa bento?&quot; and he answered &quot;Lahat!&quot;. WTH Panira ng trip talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #3: After we discussed what we wanted to order when we looked up, the server was gone and was chatting with his fellow server. A server is also known as a waiter so how come he did not wait? GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We could not stand the bad service and decided to leave the restaurant. On our way out, we passed by a server and mom said, &quot;Aalis nalang kami kasi mag oorder na sana kami pero umalis na yung waiter at pahalang pang sumagot&quot;. Then we stepped out of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We ended up eating in Sumosam to satisfy our Japanese craving. Nearing the end of our meal, a waiter from Akira approached us and apologized again for the incident earlier. Stalker mode alert! He also mentioned that the bastos waiter was outside and he would like to apologize too to which my mom just said no na just talk to him. As a pampalubag loob, they gave us complimentary dessert. Bumabawi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time we walked out from a restaurant. And I would do it again if ever I will encounter bad service. We are paying customers and we do not deserve impolite servers. Good call! </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/7408422315193328859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/7408422315193328859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/7408422315193328859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/7408422315193328859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2013/12/on-bad-service.html' title='On Bad Service'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-1543957306676109412</id><published>2013-11-24T03:07:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2013-11-24T03:07:02.229+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><title type='text'>On Kalokohan</title><content type='html'>Alam mo yung nakakainis kasi gumawa nanaman siya ng kalokohan pero mahal mo parin siya?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anlungkot.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/1543957306676109412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/1543957306676109412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/1543957306676109412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/1543957306676109412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2013/11/on-kalokohan.html' title='On Kalokohan'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-4073919654469057988</id><published>2013-11-10T14:39:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2013-11-10T14:39:19.729+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><title type='text'>On MOMOL</title><content type='html'>Ang&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt; oras ay isang bagay na hindi naibabalik kaya dapat sulitin ang bawat sandali.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Iisipin ko na lamang na kapag kaming dalawa ay tunay na nararapat para sa isa&#39;t isa ay darating din ang tamang panahon. Kapag hindi dumating ang araw na iyon ibig sabihin lamang mayroong ibang taong nararapat para sa kanya at ibang taong nakatadhana para sa akin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mahirap gawin pero kailangan sapagkat ito ang nararapat. Ito na talaga...Time for MOMOL aka Move On Move On Lang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ang pag move on ay hindi lang pagsuko. Minsan ito ay pagtanggap sa mga bagay na hindi na talaga pwede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/4073919654469057988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/4073919654469057988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/4073919654469057988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/4073919654469057988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2013/11/on-momol.html' title='On MOMOL'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-8097510711863822517</id><published>2013-11-08T16:17:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2013-11-08T16:17:25.222+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><title type='text'>On &amp;lt;/3</title><content type='html'>Alam mo yung feeling na hindi ka pwedeng magselos sapagkat hindi naman kayo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alam mo yung feeling na after x number of years finally nasabi mo yung nararamdaman mo sa isang tao?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alam mo yung feeling na after mo magtapat wala pang 12 hours makikita mo na lang na &quot;In a relationship&quot; siya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;/3&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/feeds/8097510711863822517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21736964/8097510711863822517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/8097510711863822517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736964/posts/default/8097510711863822517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaough.blogspot.com/2013/11/on.html' title='On &amp;lt;/3'/><author><name>blaough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15188410863930919970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSJFJuipDN4oQwwNnCFf2X8_j7vI9E47puYv_ru-gkPa3HZUN943gKkdT_mFSqZLf2hDlsG0S8zdHTCphcXpzwYXXYekFu-a3HgS2-HR4yDCNP9-JEidsXWdOp9rAAA/s82/mask+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736964.post-4909361520343059299</id><published>2013-10-26T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-10-27T15:24:28.798+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports"/><title type='text'>On Agony of Defeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
That feeling when you reach the semis
as second seed and lose to the team you often beat during pick ups and eventually end up fourth on your bracket. That feeling when you
find out that there is a trophy for third place. That feeling of pain
you get when you fail to meet your goal...it sucks big time. 
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I ask myself, why do I waste my time
and effort practicing two times a week during weekdays instead of
spending time with family, having dinner with friends or going out
for a date if it will only lead me to this agony? Why do I spend
money traveling all the way to dirty south to play a game wherein I
have no idea where the registration fee went since the field is
technically free, only two portalets, no proper equipment provided,
no marshals and the ice provided is limited? Why do I allow myself to
get into this situation?&lt;/div&gt;
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Iba ang matalino sa marunong.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ang matailno alam kung ano ang tama at
kung ano ang mali.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ang marunong gagawin kung ano ang tama.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ang tanong e...&lt;/div&gt;
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Matalino ka ba or marunong?&lt;/div&gt;
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