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challenges</category><category>the frog prince theory</category><title>A Safer Haven</title><description>Literature, Music, and Life from my perspective.</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ASaferHaven-PVironsOfficialBlog" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="asaferhaven-pvironsofficialblog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-3464139794991112137</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-27T21:21:06.142+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><title>THANATOPSIS - "view of death"</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I finally read this &lt;a href="http://www.eliteskills.com/c/1390"&gt;poem by William Cullen Bryant&lt;/a&gt;. I finally read it without distractions, and I must say that it is now one of my favorite poems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It talks about the inevitability of death. The Earth, which has nourished you and I,will, in the end, "Claim thy growth, to be resolved to earth again." The poem further tells as that in death we are all equal: though we may have been wealthy or impoverished in our lives, in death there are no differences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, the poem says: &lt;i&gt;So live, that when thy summons come to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Though go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and liest down to pleasant dreams. &lt;/i&gt;In simpler words: live the kind of life worth remembering by those you leave behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-3464139794991112137?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to frighten or sadden anybody. I'm not even trying to force anybody to believe in this "End of The World" Theory if they absolutely do not believe in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't believe that the world will absolutely come to an end exactly on the winter solstice of 2012. However, based on current environmental calamities and phenomena, I believe in the &lt;i&gt;possibility&lt;/i&gt; of the Mayan prophecy/prediction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I see people panic at the mere thought of the world coming to an end sooner than they expected, and I feel a twinge of being sorry for them. The lesson that can be picked up from this "end of the world" thing is that the present is more important - living in and making the most out of the present - than wondering what will happen in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now is the best time to make the most out of life. Think of it, if the world were to end soon, then we better live our lives to the fullest so that when we reach the end, we'll know that we lived a fulfilling life. No "what if" or "should have."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when the end comes, you'll embrace it, knowing you made the most out of this life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/voksijxrKjWGV56GXuXVZ3ZsZjk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/voksijxrKjWGV56GXuXVZ3ZsZjk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-like-its-2012-no-party-when-its.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-6384323718967497631</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 02:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-24T10:46:09.954+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal life</category><title>It's what I would call progress</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a crush on someone. That's not really news, but this is: my admiration for this guy was not sparked by attraction to his looks. Instead, this crush grew from admiration of his honest mind. He's brilliant, smart, a Harry Potter fan, and an avid reader. He's a wonderful blogger and his writing is&amp;nbsp;impeccable. He's my age and he and I are from the same country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where did I find him? Tumblr. What's his name? Ask me not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's admirable because of his passion for reading. He's not a literature major, and yet he reads more than I do. I will admit, his writing style's better than mine. His passion is what makes me admire him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For once, I do not like a guy for his handsome face or charming smile... For once I felt something for someone using something other than my foolish eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, this is what I would call progress. Gone is the girl who hungered for attention and affection from a handsome man. A mature young woman taught her to turn her eye from the physical and direct them to the word that came from that physical being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-6384323718967497631?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RygUtsbQUFj1acNTe3TVz2spHds/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RygUtsbQUFj1acNTe3TVz2spHds/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-what-i-would-call-progress.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-8548284693631967002</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-23T21:32:57.497+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sheldon cooper</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the big bang theory</category><title>The Sheldon Cooper Juxtaposition</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TTwr7xfYp_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/UC3lpg_h7TA/s320/Sheldon_Cooper_by_Annime1231.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheldon_Cooper"&gt;Sheldon Cooper&lt;/a&gt; is an asexual being. That is, he is sexually attracted to neither women nor men. He dedicates himself to his intellectual pursuits, to science fiction, to video games and to comic books. He's happy and content with the kind of life he has. Romance is of no importance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That said, I could learn a thing or two from Sheldon. I may not have a relationship, that doesn't mean I have to feel lonely or miserable. I don't even have to worry about whether or not I'll ever find somebody. The way I should look at it is this: If I find somebody, then, wow, I'll be eternally thankful for that. And if I don't, then I'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking at the kind of life I have right now - being a busy student working to earn a degree in order to be well-off - a romantic relationship isn't really on top of my Needs List.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I better enjoy myself right now - with reading, writing, keeping myself out trouble, being a nerd, and being happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a Sheldon Cooper in my last year as a teenager and as a young woman in her early 20s probably wouldn't be so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://annime1231.deviantart.com/art/Sheldon-Cooper-146490831"&gt;IMAGE SOURCE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-8548284693631967002?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xRq_6oJ--vNgNvIkMcWsn9b2W_E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xRq_6oJ--vNgNvIkMcWsn9b2W_E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2011/01/sheldon-cooper-juxtaposition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TTwr7xfYp_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/UC3lpg_h7TA/s72-c/Sheldon_Cooper_by_Annime1231.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-3264689556590303257</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-21T21:55:41.042+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">death</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspirational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how i met your mother</category><title>Famous Last Words (as inspired by'Last Words, an episode of How I Met Your Mother)</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last words - they're a lot of pressure. They count so much that you just want to be sure that all the words you say will be worth remembering. &amp;nbsp;This is why every moment counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What if the one we love dies, or goes missing, or goes away for a really long time - would you want your last memories with that person to be of a moment of anger or disagreement? Would you want your last words to them be words of hatred, resentment, or spite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But do last words even really matter? I think they do. The last words we say before we go - either through death or simply when we part ways with the people we care most about - will be the lasting memory we have with other people. That is why I like jokes, though they may be corny or the punch line isn't really funny, because I appreciate the person's effort to make me laugh or simply chuckle. Somehow, through that joke, someone shed some rays of happiness in my life. And this is also why I can't be 100% serious and business-like. I always want to put a smile on people's face or crack people up. It's because I want my memories of people to be happy memories, the same way I want their memory of me to be a happy one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TTmN90VnrCI/AAAAAAAAALw/-Ziz4JMxvGg/s1600/tumblr_lfder0OIiE1qgozy1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TTmN90VnrCI/AAAAAAAAALw/-Ziz4JMxvGg/s1600/tumblr_lfder0OIiE1qgozy1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, think about it: what were the last words you said to your parents? To your brother or sister? What about your girlfriend or your boyfriend or spouse? To your friends? Are you sure those are the words you want to be remembered by if, God forbids, you reach the end of your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last words are a lot of pressure, but don't think about it in that light. Just know that every moment counts in this life. Every second counts in the ticking clock known as Life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-3264689556590303257?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vhBYdG30PLWrnN9PAnL9ny6EMXI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vhBYdG30PLWrnN9PAnL9ny6EMXI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2011/01/famous-last-words-as-inspired-bylast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TTmN90VnrCI/AAAAAAAAALw/-Ziz4JMxvGg/s72-c/tumblr_lfder0OIiE1qgozy1o1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-2735948655235545306</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2011 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-11T22:12:04.445+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">memes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how i met your mother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">barney stinson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">challenge accepted</category><title>'Challenge accepted!'</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSxeU3G_NKI/AAAAAAAAALM/e3gPSBq8WQE/s1600/25833_321595051754_321590961754_4071855_7014279_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSxeU3G_NKI/AAAAAAAAALM/e3gPSBq8WQE/s320/25833_321595051754_321590961754_4071855_7014279_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the sitcom &lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;, Barney Stinson has two words he repeatedly says which can actually be inspiring. No, I am not referring to "suit up." Those two words: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Whether it's trying to accomplish a list of things he is too old to do or trying to pick up a woman whilst talking like a little boy or by wearing overalls, Barney boldly says "challenge accepted" when people say something can't be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These words have me thinking that "challenge accepted" is a good way of approaching things. We can look at problems hurled our way as challenges we need to face head on and eventually accomplish. Why not look at things as 'challenges', the way they're defined in the dictionary? "Call to engage in a contest or combat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When an instructor says "You can not pass in my class if you don't perform well in the prelims and midterms," just say CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When somebody says "You'll never &amp;nbsp;find The One," smirk and say CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When your family says "You won't get rich as an artist..." CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When a friend says "I can't lose weight properly," take the thing she or he can't do and show her or him that it's possible by saying "challenge accepted."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the phrase even applies to the smallest, sometimes funniest of things, as these comic strips from &lt;a href="http://challengeacceptedguy.tumblr.com/"&gt;F*ck Yeah Challenge Accepted at Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; show:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of people may not know this, but I am an avid viewer of America's Next Top Model. I like fashion photography and consider doing it as a hobby one day, and I'm a little bit of a fan of fashion itself. In this post, I count down the 10 photos from the various creative photoshoots from past cycles/seasons of the shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. Laura Kirkpatrick, Cycle 13 - Ep10 Posing Underwater (photo by Russell James)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The water looks beautiful, the pose looks fluid, and the lighting is majestic. I would definitely try this kind of photo shoot when I get the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Ann Ward, Cycle 15 winner - Cover Girl photoshoot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I usually don't pick Cover Girl ads as favorites, but Ann's photo is exceptional. It's the typical "easy, breezy, beautiful" commercial feel of Cover Girl. Her photo is elegant and breathtaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;Jaslene Gonzalez, Cycle 8 - Swimsuit Spread for Men's and Women's Magazines&amp;nbsp;(photo by Tyra Banks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSm2YHlosSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SLiKIMMofRA/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSm2YHlosSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SLiKIMMofRA/s1600/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This photo is best described with one word: FIERCE. Her body looks great and in control. And the eyes! Though the wind is blowing her hair, practically covering her eyes, you still see the fire in her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. CariDee English, Cycle 7 - Black and White Scary and Sexy Shots (photo by Tyra Banks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSm28RWv1MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lYLppfKHbTc/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSm28RWv1MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lYLppfKHbTc/s1600/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She embodied the purpose of this shoot which is to show a scary photo, yet at the same time still be pretty. As Tyra Banks calls it, it's the ugly-pretty. See how her nails are practically digging her body? That's what's make the shot work. Her body language and facial expression show her commitment to the concept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Chelsey Hersley and Ann Ward, Cycle 15 - Walking Down Rodeo Drive (photo by Patrick Demarchelier)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSm34uQT0rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZGpaj2b4Q_0/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSm34uQT0rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZGpaj2b4Q_0/s1600/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Earlier today I was watching a replay of this episode on TV and all I can think of as I saw the pictures on deliberation was "wow, it's like one of those photos you see in the shopping bags for Guess or Mr. Lee or Jag or something like that." The concept is commercial fashion, but commercial high fashion. Hmmm, maybe I might want to do this kind of photo shoot when I get my very own camera one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. CariDee English and Amanda Babin, Cycle 7 - Underwater nymphs (photo by David Ruiz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the concept of a top view shot of someone who's floating on water. &amp;nbsp;It's majestic, almost serene. And, yes, you've guessed it: I'm thinking of doing a photo shoot like this one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Krista White, Cycle 14 - &amp;nbsp;Posing in Shadows (photo by Tyra Banks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSm6zGiUluI/AAAAAAAAAK0/M3P7_SvgUWg/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSm6zGiUluI/AAAAAAAAAK0/M3P7_SvgUWg/s1600/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amazing how the shadow fits the features of her face perfectly, isn't it? There's a certain mystery as to where she's looking and you see the features of her face very well. This is the fourth in my list because of the concept &amp;nbsp;behind the shoot: finding the light in the shadow. Oh, and yes, I've been trying to do this kind of photo shoot with my camera. And, yeah, I'd like to have a photo like this someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Ann Ward, Cycle 15 - Teen Bullying (photo by Deborah Anderson)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This has got to be my favorite photo shoot in Top model history. It's even my inspiration for next year's "creative shoot" graduation photograph. For those that don't know, the concept of the shoot is that the model's have a word (a bully word) painted all over their bodies, but at the same time they also have a "power" word painted on their body to show that anyone can overcome bullying and that words can never destroy a person. Ann was called a "giant" when she was younger, but look at her now: she's a Top Model in the pages and cover of &amp;nbsp;a prominent magazine... and her height is part of what got her there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Kayla Ferell, Cycle 15 -&amp;nbsp;Teen Bullying (photo by Deborah Anderson)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This my second favorite photo because of how beautiful it turned out. Kayla, who's a lesbian, was afraid of having "queer" written all over her body because of the painful memories from her younger years it brought back. Then again, her power word is "free" - and that's what she is: free to love and be herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And my favorite photo from Top Model history is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Raina Hein, Cycle 14 - Disappearing Perfum Beauty Shots (photo by Brian Edwards)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One word: FIERCE. Look at those piercing eyes! And look at the control of her body! The photo looks like an ad for a magazine. Raina is in control of this photo - despite the wind and water going her way - and the first thing you are drawn into is her eyes. It's like a photo of a professional model's, not some aspiring model's. Fabulous, fierce, amazing... call it anything else that is synonymous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, for a bonus photo of Kayla Ferell from Cycle 15, as photographed by Matthew Rolston:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Doesn't she look a little bit like Bonnie Wright (Ginny Weasley from the Harry Potter movies/books) in this picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rWReMxqjQ9cC0W-rf2Eo7bHPKRc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rWReMxqjQ9cC0W-rf2Eo7bHPKRc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-10-best-photos-in-history-of-antm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSm0KprLmvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/J6GlghV7Kdk/s72-c/10.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-4026907137720302002</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2011 07:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-02T15:54:48.011+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inception</category><title>INCEPTION: A dream within a dream... within a dream</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I got to watch INCEPTION a few days ago. It's awesome... amazing... absolutely magnificent. The film is intelligent and thrilling - and I wouldn't mind watching it for numerous times. The film's director Christopher Nolan is now my favorite movie director.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSAr9YjZ2II/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HzPzdB8g_YY/s1600/30984_395596803700_91290503700_3962106_6731219_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSAr9YjZ2II/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HzPzdB8g_YY/s320/30984_395596803700_91290503700_3962106_6731219_n.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie presents the idea that our subconsciousness - our dreams - heavily influence our conscious state with the way we create ideas and perceive the world. The film even shows us that people can share subconscious states, where one can either steal an idea or plant an idea in another person's mind. Our dreams are actually more complex than we think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While watching the movie, I realized that J.K. Rowling was right when she wrote "&lt;i&gt;It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget how to live." &lt;/i&gt;This is what happened to Mal, the wife of Dom Cobb (played by Leonardo DiCaprio). I wouldn't want to spoil the movie's plot and twists for those who haven't watched the film, so I won't go into the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, here I am, days after watching the movie for the first time, and I still can't unwrap my head from it. I even have this idea that can not be eradicated from my mind: &lt;b&gt;what if the world we're living in is just a dream? What if our present lives - our so-called earthly lives - are just subconscious projections of another life? What if somewhere out there we're in a state of deep sleep and the things we're doing right now - like me writing this piece or you reading it - are just fragments of our subconsciousness? Or what if when we die we just enter a state of eternal dreaming?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSAufCnNo4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/SBMR6TlrEGc/s1600/36127_413670453700_91290503700_4402376_1782952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSAufCnNo4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/SBMR6TlrEGc/s400/36127_413670453700_91290503700_4402376_1782952_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Curiosity - that's what' been perked after I watched &lt;b&gt;Inception&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm curious. Very, very curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J80nDjBgNmfP1aYC0zm4sSPsokE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J80nDjBgNmfP1aYC0zm4sSPsokE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2011/01/inception-dream-within-dream-within.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TSAr9YjZ2II/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HzPzdB8g_YY/s72-c/30984_395596803700_91290503700_3962106_6731219_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-2276559442103828786</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2010 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-30T23:17:51.263+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">glee</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">college life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lee dewyze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">degrassi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">avenged sevenfold</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jimmy the rev sullivan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how i met your mother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">harry potter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the big bang theory</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">linkin park</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lists</category><title>10 Most Awesome Things About 2010</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so I would have to admit that 2010 isn't exactly the most awesome year for me, so creating this list was not as easy as ABC. &amp;nbsp;Despite the bad things that happened, I choose to look back on the good things that did happen, and this list counts down the 10 most awesome things about 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Creating my Tumblr Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Tumblr redefined the paradigm of blogging. It brings me joy, laughter, and entertainment. I even got to meet &amp;nbsp;cool people this year because of the Tumblr Meet Up last June 25. Furthermore, the cool photos being blogged and reblogged actually inspire my inner photographer, so that's pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Rekindling the DEGRASSI fan in me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Back when I was 12 years old, I watched the first season of DEGRASSI: THE NEXT GENERATION and fell in love with the unique show. Unfortunately, though, I never got to watch the seasons that came after, but I kept myself (close to) updated through the internet. And, the internet also gave me the opportunity to actually watch the things I've missed. I even spent most of my summer vacation with Degrassi marathons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Expanding my personal library&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;I spent thousands of pesos this year buying numerous books for me to read. Whether it's a book for school or personal pleasure, shopping for them was my version of retail therapy. Books are my source of joy, calm... they're my safe haven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Owning a laptop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Okay, so it's not brand new. But I am thankful for having it. It's been a great convenience to me, especially when it comes to doing school work and doing something fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Discovering the photographer in me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I'm blessed that my dad's friend lent me a DSLR camera for me to use for my Journalism class. Honestly, though, I've used the camera for discovering my personal interest in photography. I'm still a beginner, mind you, but it's something I want to develop as an interest, maybe even as a talent. Hey, who knows? I'll probably become a writer/photographer one day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Turning 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Here I am, an age that borders between adulthood and adolescence. Being 19 for the past six months has been quite a ride - there's the inner fear of having to leave childhood behind and face the phony world of adulthood. (&lt;i&gt;Catcher in The Rye &lt;/i&gt;much?) I then think about the amazing possibilities life has to offer and that inner fear fleets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;The release of &amp;nbsp;A THOUSAND SUNS, NIGHTMARE, and LIVE IT UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Linkin Park came out with an awesome album tat showcased their versatility as artists. Meanwhile, Avenged Sevenfold's highly anticipated album since the death of their drummer Jimmy "The Rev" Sullivan. Lastly, American Idol season 9 winner Lee DeWyze &amp;nbsp;released his major record label debut album. The release of these albums is an awesome thing because all year long I looked forward to the new music these albums have to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;The release of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ever since the book came out in 2007 I have been looking forward to its movie adaptation. Anybody who has read my blogs on the movie will know why this is on the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Becoming a huge fan of the TV shows The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, and Glee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Prior to 2010, though, I've heard of these shows - as a matter of fact, I've been watching How I Met Your Mother before - but this year I got to truly watch these shows. In doing so, I got to appreciate them. For instance, The Big Bang Theory allowed me to appreciate my inner geek... and it's okay to be a geek. You're just being yourself. On the other hand, How I Met Your Mother allows me to be in touch with my romantic side - the side of me that fantasizes about meeting The One, falling madly in love, getting married, and telling your two children how you met the love of your life. And finally, there's Glee. It's one of the most watched television shows. It's entertaining with its humor and music. My viewing pleasure was indeed pleasing (and awesome) because of these shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the most awesome thing about my 2010 is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... becoming a staff writer for Gasera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- The last time I became a campus journalist was in senior year of high school. Freshman year I tried out for the university's official publication and the fact that I was not accepted sort of hindered me from trying again. This year, though, I threw caution to the wind and just went with the desire to share my passion for writing by showing people what I can do. I will admit: my path as a staff writer hasn't always been smooth - I've had moments where my dedication was questioned, but for the most part, I've had an awesome time doing what I do best and sharing it with others. And the best part is when people tell you that they appreciate what you like... that's the best reward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now I look forward to 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'll just let this picture I found in Tumblr speak for itself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TRyiLKbnHvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ftWSLkDbpQI/s1600/tumblr_ldyj07bsrq1qbrjsco1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TRyiLKbnHvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ftWSLkDbpQI/s320/tumblr_ldyj07bsrq1qbrjsco1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am talking about SIMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For those that don't know, SIMS is a game where you create "families" of simulated human characters, move them into a home, and pretty much control their lives. The game is like life itself, only difference is that the game's simulated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TRRdIhRav9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/K3xvVIpYEsQ/s1600/sims3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TRRdIhRav9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/K3xvVIpYEsQ/s320/sims3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like real people in the real world, Sims characters need to eat, heed t the call of nature, bathe, sleep, maintain relationships with other people, have fun, develop skills in order to get a good job, and maybe even fall in love and start a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And for me, Sims isn't just a game one can play during unproductive days. A lot can be learned from playing Sims:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;In life, you need to have fun. It can't always be about your occupation or preparing food or studying. Sometimes you just gotta let loose - dance, relax and read a book, shoot some hoops, hang out with a friend to forget the world for a minute.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Striking a balance among all the things you do is important. When you're tired, take a rest. When you're hungry, eat. When you're bored do something recreational. You get the picture.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Maintaining relationships is important. Talk to a friend or even just take a few minutes of your day to interact with your friends and family. Life can get really depressing if you live life in your own world all the time.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In order to get a job that is dignified and well-paying, you have to hone your skills. That involves plenty of studying and practice.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;While it may be a lot of fun playing God and controlling a simulated character's life, you should never forget to live your own life. Remember to keep yourself from getting hungry, tired - in other words, remember to take care of yourself and others first before you take care of the simulated version of yourself and your family and friends.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jESijDTu_Fe0ymCL8rS3-XtrjAg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jESijDTu_Fe0ymCL8rS3-XtrjAg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-lessons-from-sims.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TRRcfb2ye_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/11FSXBovMEE/s72-c/Sims2_header.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-2999351821670093114</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 11:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-19T19:34:59.937+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">secrets</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">college life</category><title>Expiration Dates on Secrets</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Benjamin Franklin once wrote: &lt;i&gt;Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;What dear Franklin is trying to tell is that most things don't remain a secret, no matter how much we would want them to. Eventually, someone will be a snitch and blow the cover. Secrets are like milk: they have expiration dates. They can also be like bombs that cause destruction when detonated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, a secret of mine reached its expiration. Okay, so I couldn't hold my tongue long enough. I caved and told a single soul (and eventually other souls found out) that I am attracted to one of my classmates in ESP. And another secret blew to bits when three classmates figured out I had (or still have?) feelings for a guy I am friends with. Damn. I did not put on a good poker face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, well, it was probably about time, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-2999351821670093114?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gg4AmOHYDKPugZWB5cW1EkbfWwY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gg4AmOHYDKPugZWB5cW1EkbfWwY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/12/expiration-dates-on-secrets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-9124934287233135996</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-19T18:13:11.704+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just friends</category><title>The "Just Friends" Satisfaction</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Should my heart rejoice because we're friends or should my heart break because that is all we will ever be?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My conversation last Tuesday afternoon with one of my classmates made this thought come into mind when she and two other classmates found out I used to have feelings for one of my guy friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They even thought he and I would be great together, considering we have a lot in common. Even in the past, I've heard the teases from my friends that... um... said guy and I would make a great couple. It's a sweet, comforting thought. But I feel like it's more complicated than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevertheless I am content that he and I are friends. I usually don't end up being friends with guys that I like, so the friendship that he and I have is what I would call progress (and a blessing). And I am happy that he and I are friends - that means we're in each other's lives. Come to think of it, we're almost-but-not-quite like a couple, except there are no touching, expectations of any sort, unsanitary exchange of saliva, or sappy sweet nothings. I'm fine with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If he and I are meant to be, something will be done by someone (either of us) to make things happen. Right now, I just don't think it's in the cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-9124934287233135996?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lwk8oX-mDTK3nZRBQ0ZEq6Qtaao/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lwk8oX-mDTK3nZRBQ0ZEq6Qtaao/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-friends-satisfaction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-1982813420085603141</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-17T21:15:05.724+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">college life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>The True Love Paradigm</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The things you don't pay for are sometimes the things you learn from the most. For instance, last Monday night I learned a lot from my friend Joseph and his girlfriend Kaye about relationships - meeting your significant other, taking that leap of faith to be with the person you're in love with, making the relationship work, dealing with differences, and other little things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Joseph's little "symposium" on love all began when we (me, and four other friends) saw him waiting for his girlfriend. We then sat down next to him in the hallway and asked him how he and Kaye met. He then went on to tell the story, and it almost felt like we the listeners were Ted Mosby's children on &lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They have a sweet story, and though it may be similar to other love stories I've heard, their story has its unique elements: admitting feelings after a night of ghost hunting, saying "L" word on a starry December night, and falling in love over the Christmas break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After telling their story, they also answered my friend Ruth's questions. Here are things I learned from both the story and the "Q and A" portion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The moment you feel that ineffable attraction for someone comes unexpectedly. You'll know it - whether by intuition or something else - and you'll know that it just feels right. You don't even have to ask yourself twice.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If you want to be with someone you have plenty (and I mean PLENTY) in common with - like interests or beliefs - you might as well start a relationship with a mirror. I now find it narcissistic to want to be with someone who has almost everything in common with you.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"Agree to disagree." Differences will always be there, and they'll be the cause of bickers, but the thing about them is that you don't linger on them. Learn to let go, and move on.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Relationships are easy - as long as you're with the right person. It's easy to find it in yourself to let go of your pride, to get in a fight but make up, to get through any problem, and to trust because you now the other person is the right one for you. If none of those things are easy, then you're not with the right person.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the enlightening talk, I boldly told the couple "When I have a boyfriend, I'll introduce him to you. I'll even tell him, 'it's because of their enlightening advice that you and I are together.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get in a relationship in the near future, I'll make sure it's the "real deal." It's a relationship grounded on love, happiness, respect, and loyalty. A big part of me is ready for the "true love" paradigm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-1982813420085603141?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8VKDkniMRvK8AAQqgWZFU5Ree2w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8VKDkniMRvK8AAQqgWZFU5Ree2w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/12/true-love-paradigm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-5478297016386989461</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 09:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-14T17:56:28.593+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lady gaga</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gossip</category><title>"You want a piece of me?"</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, as much as I'd like to forget about (forgive me if I come off as crass) the crap from my past, people bring it up and the memories come back like the Ghost of Christmas Past. When this happens I try not to lose my cool by getting mad or defensive. I only wish people don't bring the stuff up in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For instance, as I was on my way out of school last Saturday, a classmate whom I was leaving with pointed out that a guy I used to like was nearby and we were about to cross paths with him. &amp;nbsp;And I thought that was the end... but she went on by telling me that the guy's girlfriend was a Teacher Education student majoring in English. She then goes on to joke that I may have a shot with him someday. I told her of the fallacy of the statement, but she thought I was being defensive and that I was actually being hopeful or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not. I've done a pretty good job of moving on, and it helps if people would cease their assumptions that I still have lingering feelings for a guy who is happy in his relationship. I'm not pathetic enough to wish he and I were together. I'm doing just fine having let go and I would do so much better if people would also let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People are free to believe whatever they want, as long as they have solid basis for those beliefs. &amp;nbsp;So, people can believe what they want to believe about me as long as they have facts to back them up... and as long as they don't try to rebuild bridges I have already burned. Then again, that last part may not come easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And as Lady Gaga once said, &lt;i&gt;"People are always gonna talk. So we might as well give them something to talk about."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-5478297016386989461?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8A0nfLAewTIXCbZFKjJ5rHcJElM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8A0nfLAewTIXCbZFKjJ5rHcJElM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-want-piece-of-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-7956110524702336865</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 11:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-12T19:03:23.916+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal experiences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how i met your mother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the frog prince theory</category><title>The Frog Prince Theory: It's gonna be a thing!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Frog Prince Theory is loosely based on the Mermaid Theory. What's The Mermaid Theory, you ask? For men, it is when an initially unattractive woman become very attractive through time. For more details, click the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Heq6dd3YoM"&gt;link for a YouTube video of a clip from How I Met Your Mother s06e11&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TQSpB8pKslI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1N-amY4ptv4/s1600/himymmermadi123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TQSpB8pKslI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1N-amY4ptv4/s400/himymmermadi123.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I've come up with a similar theory applicable for women: The Frog Prince Theory. The theory states that &lt;i&gt;a guy, whom a woman finds to be unattractive at the first meeting (much like a frog) through time may become an attractive (note: handsome, hot) "prince" in her eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The theory works like beer goggles, only it doesn't always involve copious amounts of alcohol. The Frog Prince Theory may come into effect through a) spending plenty of time in the company of said "frog/prince", b) absence of guys that women find to be attractive, c) hormonal imbalance, or d) desperation to "get some."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TQSqUXtWCxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Gnz07PFb2k8/s1600/frog_prince.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TQSqUXtWCxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Gnz07PFb2k8/s320/frog_prince.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, The Frog Prince Theory applied to my life. For about two months, a classmate of mine suddenly appeared... what's the word?... decent-looking. To be honest, he's not really a catch. He's not a 10 with looks, he's not the brightest bulb in the room, and he's not exactly Mr. Personality. As a matter of fact, he's the kind of guy who flatters girls ("bolero" in Filipino terms) just to get their attention. I guess that's his way of compensating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, if you ask me what caused my sudden attraction to him, I would probably say all of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But if you're wondering if it's possible to go from finding the frog a prince, and finding the prince to be a frog again, I tell you that it is. Eventually, I sobered up, so to say. The beer goggles went off and I found myself not attracted to the guy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now I can look back and laugh at how wrong I was. Then I can get on track with finding my actual prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Points of Authority&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Linkin Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Forfeit the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Before somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Takes you out of the frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And puts your name to shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cover up your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You can't run the race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The pace is too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You just won't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You love the way I look at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You take away if I give in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pride is broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You like to think you're never wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You live what you've learned)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to act like you're someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You live what you've learned)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want someone to hurt like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You live what you've learned)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want to share what you have been through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You live what you've learned)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You love the things I say I'll do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way I hurt myself again just to get back at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You take away when I give in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pride is broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Forfeit the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before somebody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Takes you out of the frame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And puts your name to shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cover up your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't run the race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pace is too fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You just won't last]x2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You like to think you're never wrong &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forfeit the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You live what you've learned)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to act like you're someone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forfeit the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You live what you've learned)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want someone to hurt like you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Forfeit the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You live what you've learned)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want to share what you have been through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You live what you've learned)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pVUO0uG5rxnL0WkXtZkHzpcLe9Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pVUO0uG5rxnL0WkXtZkHzpcLe9Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/12/points-of-authority.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-5948451181925520072</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2010 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-07T15:50:22.680+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal experiences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SLU centennial</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">college life</category><title>Good, Bad, and Mediocre</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TP3kviokBrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zDgwIOSqmf4/s1600/centennial+pics+%252881%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TP3kviokBrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zDgwIOSqmf4/s320/centennial+pics+%252881%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This past weekend was good, bad, and mediocre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was good because I got to be a part of the lantern parade for the centennial of our university. The bad - nay, hellish - part was being late and having to chase our school just to keep up (in the case of me and 5 others). From there, the worse led to a mediocre performance at the dance whatnot after the parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was good that I got to exercise the growing photographer in me. But, it was bad that some classmates take advantage of the fact that I use a DSLR camera for them to have their picture taken. What am I, their personal photographer/paparazzo? And before that, a supposed friend ruins my day by sneaking up on me on putting me on a choke hold. If that is his idea of a joke, well, I'm not LOL-ing. I genuinely got pissed off because what he did made me feel embarrassed me in front of my classmates. I haven't even heard a genuine apology from him. (Not even a "sorry", just a defensive "okay, I'll give you your space.") &amp;nbsp;I hate to admit that that moment ruined my mood for the day. I felt disrespected - as a friend, and as a girl. That choke holder "friend" can expect a few words from me the next time he sees me. He can expect a taste of my wrath.... because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so more bad things happened than good, but I'll choose to remember the good when I look back on this past weekend. If I look at the bad and mediocre, I'll only boil my own blood and go, "shoulda, woulda, coulda."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And those words are only for fools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cc7bXKolZFjrhy2Cz1Usy3-6mP8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cc7bXKolZFjrhy2Cz1Usy3-6mP8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-bad-and-mediocre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TP3kviokBrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zDgwIOSqmf4/s72-c/centennial+pics+%252881%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-8079570221715049799</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-10T21:52:22.115+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal experiences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">conflict with people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">college life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">open letter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Dear So-Called Friend,</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for letting me know you were tired of me. Forming new close friendships with those two and rubbing it in my face really was the kindest way to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And thanks for sitting down with me and talking about your problems with me. Then again, it was probably better for you to ignore me and act like the past two years of our friendship never happened. You have a way with the element of surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's all right if you want to be with your two new BFFs. Go ahead and be with the pretty, popular ones all the boys bow down to. Go ahead and forget about the little people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All I ask is for you to give me some honesty and show me a little respect. Don't turn your back on me, ignore me, and leave me hanging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If truth be told, you don't know the pendulum I am on - I go from happy to sad, from mellow to enraged. You don't bother to ask me about it, so I don't tell you a thing. Besides, it's not my style to shower others with my burden. If you truly know me, you would know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So if you want none of my baggage, that's your prerogative. You can do the weak thing and abandon someone who needs your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because a true friend would help a friend with a baggage. In doing so, everything else becomes easier. But I'm guessing you're not the person I count as "true." Thanks for the times, the invite your home and all the other things - I'm just sorry I can't be who you want me to be. I'm sorry if my baggage is too much for you to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For as long as we've been friends, I've accepted you for who you are. All along I thought you were doing the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Consider this letter my way of letting go of the bottled up emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WONDERING IF I WAS EVER TRULY YOUR FRIEND,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P. Viron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sUTQvfP3qdTCxCAxG74s79kJiqk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sUTQvfP3qdTCxCAxG74s79kJiqk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-so-called-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-4562729895482553865</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2010 12:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-03T20:10:47.917+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opinion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">justin bieber</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bieber fever</category><title>I Will Tell You One Time: Going on the Record with the Bieber Fever</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the things I don't understand and thought I'll never, ever talk about is BIEBER FEVER. However, after watching&amp;nbsp;a few nights ago&amp;nbsp;a segment on E! News about Justin Bieber's book signing at NYC's Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles got me to think about writing about the pop culture phenom. Die hard fans, fret not - I am not here to talk trash about your idol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TPjW6e6QcsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-Z7R50PSuCM/s1600/1099520-justin-bieber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TPjW6e6QcsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-Z7R50PSuCM/s320/1099520-justin-bieber.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, I am &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;a fan of his music. I find nothing special about the entity of Justin Bieber - his look, music, and hype. There's nothing I find extraordinary about him. And so every time I see screaming - nay, even crying - Bieber fans (so-caled Beliebers) on TV, I just knit my eyebrows in utter confusion over their adoration and eventually go "Puh-lease!" In the said E! News segment, there was even a girl crying from joy or was probably feeling overwhelmed because Bieber asked her if his new haircut looked okay. I didn't know whether to laugh or to say that that fan was ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish these fans would realize that Bieber's an ordinary guy they don't really need to cry over or do all the crazy things they do - like skipping Thanksgiving or staying in line for long, long hours just to meet the guy (who, like I said, isn't really so extraordinary) - in order to profess their adoration for a pop star, who, in years to come, will most likely be forgotten because someone new will come along. As Eurupides once wrote, &lt;i&gt;Moderation wins the day first as a better word for men to use, and likewise it is far the best course for them to pursue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In other words, moderation must be applied to everything, even when it comes to adoring famous people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, Bieber fans out there, adore Bieber all you want... just do it with moderation. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-4562729895482553865?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... Jealous of the way you praise her beauty, as if I'm not standing close enough to hear your words and feel a sharp sting going through my pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can only stand in silence and not let you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... That when I sleep at night, you're in the subconsciousness of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... That &amp;nbsp;I feel like you're the one I can spend long hours texting with late at night, walk down the hallway and hold hands with, talk about my date and eat lunch or dinner with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... That you could fill the void growing in my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think about telling you... or just not telling you. You're confusing me with your words and your actions. I wonder if you ever wish you could tell me the same things you tell her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I don't want to keep thinking about this. I don't want to keep thinking about my jealousy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-7398064458773717452?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/skKZpABiAHv8YElFB2N6dXAYJX4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/skKZpABiAHv8YElFB2N6dXAYJX4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/12/inspiration-me-and-my-jealousy-by-lee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-2260426834748781619</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-28T19:09:38.012+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">college life</category><title>The Apprentice-like Semester</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RESPONSIBILITY - I have plenty of it on my plate this semester, especially the weeks leading up to the prelim exams. Where do I even start in listing those responsibilities when I have so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll just start with the biggest and longest one: being the Editor-in-chief/group leader for our newsletter publication for Journalism class. I'm guessing my group mates chose me to be the leader because of my experiences as a campus journalist, though I've never actually gone as far as being the EIC. Also, they probably think that I can do it, so it is up to me to not let them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My responsibilities include collecting funds for getting our materials printed, assigning tasks, editing materials, and making sure every member on my staff in &lt;i&gt;The Catalyst&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;does her job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The idea of naming our publication&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Catalyst&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;came when I was thinking of something cool and creative Linkin Park has come with. I ended up with the simplest of their song titles. And although I thought of calling our publication "Iridescence" - derived from the band's song "Iridescent" - I didn't want any issue with pronunciation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a responsibility tagged on me for an entire semester. Thankfully, I have members I know I can rely on to step up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I'm on the topic of being a leader of a group for an entire semester, I found myself being the head of a four-member group for my English for Specific Purposes class. This one I'm not too happy about because this class is one that I, frankly, do not like, with its implications that it'll helpful if I become a teacher. Bah, humbug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My other upcoming responsibilities include attending events for our university's foundation day (for "journalistic" purposes), writing an article for Gasera, working on requirements, and writing for personal project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a lot more than I can normally handle, but maybe this is m chance to do some growing up... you know, that whole being mature and stuff. I know that I have A LOT of growing up to do, and sometimes I refuse to, like I'm Holden Caulfield or something. But the time has come to become a responsible adult, and I better seize the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-2260426834748781619?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y54fSkuzPAgpEUYvF05L5OI31YE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y54fSkuzPAgpEUYvF05L5OI31YE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/11/apprentice-like-semester.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-7673793117044484808</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-26T21:36:35.587+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life as an english major</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">making your dreams come true</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Finding Writer's Digest - It's a Sign</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever I flip through the magazine stocks at Book Sale in SM, I don't usually find anything I like. (Okay, so I do find magazines where some of my favorites actors or actresses are on the cover, but I don't go ahead and buy the magazines because I don't usually need them.) Yesterday, however, all the minutes of magazine-flipping paid off when I saw two magazines titled WRITER'S DIGEST. My thoughts when I saw the magazines: SCORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And seeing these magazines was a good thing. For some time I've been experiencing some self-doubt or anxiety mixed with strong hope and determination - an ambivalence, really - towards my chances of making it as a writer. Some of my instructors sneer and tell us we're (our class) not a certain level for us to consider ourself English majors. I try to fight off the negativity, but it just keeps coming, trying to masticate me in the gluteus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the issues of the magazines I bought is particularly helpful - it's filled with tips on style, improvement, beating writer's block, etc. On the other hand, the other issue focuses on how to get your memoir published.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With these materials in hand, I hope to truly stay on track with my writing. I'm not going to let situations, bordering-on-bully instructors, and myself waver my spirits. Thought right now I have no idea how I am going to get where I need to be, I have faith that things will fall into place, thereby giving me opportunities to make things happen for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-7673793117044484808?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HiRCroZFABVO5CoKQ7LJwYplVK8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HiRCroZFABVO5CoKQ7LJwYplVK8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/11/finding-writers-digest-its-sign.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-2515152855405382105</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 14:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-21T22:34:39.912+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">harry potter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dobby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><title>Dobby is FREE</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOkfzmdtovI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ssd4ONgdXcE/s1600/dobby-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOkfzmdtovI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ssd4ONgdXcE/s320/dobby-poster.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the characters who die in &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows&lt;/i&gt; is Dobby the house elf. The Harry Potter audience was first introduced to the lovable elf during the second installment of the series, &lt;i&gt;The Chamber of Secrets&lt;/i&gt;. He was still the house elf - more like slave - of the Malfoy family. And though this may be the predicament Dobby is in, he believed in what is right by warning Harry of the dangers he may find himself in if he goes back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy in his second year. It was a risky move, nevertheless, Dobby was only doing what he can do to save a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the end of &lt;i&gt;Chamer of Secrets&lt;/i&gt;, Dobby is already a free elf, thanks to harry. From there after, Dobby is forever grateful for Harry's act of kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the 5 years &amp;nbsp;Dobby was a free elf, he would now and then turn up to be of help to the young man who gave him freedom. In the film version of &lt;i&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/i&gt;, we see that Dobby is making the most out of his freedom, even wearing a pair of sneakers (or trainers), as one can see by looking closely at the photo below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOklcbtAScI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1lRxR66MRaA/s1600/harry-potter-deathly-hallows-dobby-cast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOklcbtAScI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1lRxR66MRaA/s400/harry-potter-deathly-hallows-dobby-cast.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He helped save lives, and if in doing so he lost his own, I say that Dobby had not died in vain. Had he not shown up at Malfoy manor, grave things could have happened and we could have seen the end of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. So I believe that Dobby died a hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I admit, I did get a bit teary-eyed when I watched his death in the film. He was such an adorable little creature and he was killed by a crazy &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; witch in the form of Bellatrix Lestrange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOkoggIlPOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IuN59QKXl48/s1600/dobby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOkoggIlPOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IuN59QKXl48/s1600/dobby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One may also notice how different Dobby looks in &lt;i&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/i&gt;. He looks better than he did in &lt;i&gt;Chamber of Secrets&lt;/i&gt;. In &lt;i&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/i&gt;, he looks realistic and almost tangible. Maybe it's the result of how much CGI technology progressed over the years. Or maybe the change in Dobby's appearance can be looked at symbolically: the freedom Dobby enjoyed for five years had an effect on his appearance. He was no longer distraught or punished for missteps he makes as a house elf. He was a happy elf and that showed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Dobby died, he definitely died in peace. He did a heroic act before he died by saving Harry Potter and his friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dobby said it best: "Dobby has &amp;nbsp;no master! Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From there, Dobby &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; became free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOktiO6-6sI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Qy6rfhpx6Bw/s1600/is_22580967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOktiO6-6sI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Qy6rfhpx6Bw/s320/is_22580967.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/epIOYteKmZNfM7SyGPYdiW7-ftI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/epIOYteKmZNfM7SyGPYdiW7-ftI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pviron.blogspot.com/2010/11/dobby-is-free.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pviron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOkfzmdtovI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ssd4ONgdXcE/s72-c/dobby-poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578944256938620653.post-5588679071725861754</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2010 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-19T22:20:42.977+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movie review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deathly hallows</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ron/hermione</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">harry potter</category><title>The End of a Journey... Begins (a review on Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 1)</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'The Boy Who Lived' remains a symbol for each we are fighting for: the triumph of good, the power of innocence, and the need to keep fighting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOZ5YyIeDRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/U74ggyUaMxs/s1600/loveunchained.com_voldemortactionposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOZ5YyIeDRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/U74ggyUaMxs/s320/loveunchained.com_voldemortactionposter.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows &lt;/b&gt;is not like any other Harry Potter films the world has seen. It's the climax of the ultimate battle between good and evil in the wizarding world. With his mentor and possibly the greatest wizard of all Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter must seek the remaining Horcruxes and destroy them in order to defeat Lord Voldemort once and for all. But nowhere is safe. With Voldemort and his Death Eeathers taking over the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, nowhere is safe for Harry, Ron, and Hermione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOZ-YWiL3AI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qPzL7PRHT-Q/s1600/DeathlyHallows14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOZ-YWiL3AI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qPzL7PRHT-Q/s320/DeathlyHallows14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As a literature major, I was able to appreciate the film's emotional intensity by trying to put myself in the characters' situations. This is what is called "vicarious experience". I felt the pain of Hermione as she was about to leave her family in order to join Harry and Ron in their quest. I felt Ron's frustration and worry towards his family's safety as their chances of finding the rest of the Horcruxes are as good as finding a needle in the haystack. I also felt Harry's lifelong loneliness of not having parents. I never experienced any of Hermione's, Ron's, and Harrry's experiences, but the presentation in the film was so good that I was forced to empathize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOaCCiidswI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hSoABxH_lSw/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-06-30-20h58m30s57.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOaCCiidswI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hSoABxH_lSw/s320/vlcsnap-2010-06-30-20h58m30s57.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, I was sort of able to relate to some scenes, like when Ron's deepest, darkest insecurities taunted him right before he was about to stab the horcrux with the sword of Gryffindor. I also saw a little bit of my personal life during the Ron/Hermione moments. However, if I were to elaborate on these things, I'd do it in another writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The mood of the film was, for the majority of it, serious. Deaths occur and the trio have nowhere to go to and no one to turn to without risking that person's life. However, the film has its humor, which is good because if the movie didn't have any humor then it would've been a boring movie. Besides, the humor and the scene where Harry and Hermione share a dance show that at even the darkest of times, one can still choose to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I give the film a 9 out of 10, I wish there were some things in the film that should have been elaborated. For instance, the character of the Dursleys didn't come full circle. There was no change from being people who looked at Harry as a waste of space to someone they actually care about. It would've been great if the film showed this change in Dursleys, just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOaGpTZor3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Dj4ob_ic33c/s1600/tumblr_lbp9otQg4l1qzetxfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Az5ObtGpKT0/TOaGpTZor3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Dj4ob_ic33c/s320/tumblr_lbp9otQg4l1qzetxfo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Furthermore, I wish the film had presented more background story of Kreacher and why he comes off as bile and oftentimes mean. If only we had seen what truly happened with Regulus Black and Kreacher when they sought to take the horcrux, then the outcome would've given audiences a better understanding of Kreacher as a character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If these things had been done, then Deathly Hallows would've been the perfect movie. But then again, as we all know, nothing is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Part one of &lt;b&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is done and now we have to wait eight months to get through before THE final Potter movie comes out. The question is: are true-blooded Harry Potter fans ready for the end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, no. Life's little third act twists come into play and bring back the problem you thought you've gotten rid off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the case when one of SOH's most infamous instructors - let's call her "Dolores Umbridge" - became my instructor in one of my major subjects. I used the word "infamous" because she is known to be as a certain &amp;nbsp;majors' worst nightmare (I'd like to specify what department of School of Humanities that is, but I would like to keep that one under the rug in case anybody accuses me of anything). She comes across as mean, especially since she is known for humiliating her students in class. Some also say that when things get personal between her and a student, she fails any student who would dare defy her. If what I mentioned make a person a bully, then, yes, I consider her as a bully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moment she entered the classroom during the first meeting, dread filled every student in the room. It was like a Dementor entered the room and as though all the happiness in the world was gone. "Why her?" could've crossed a student's mind. As for me, though I did feel the dread, I eventually just told myself to accept the situation for what it was: a challenge to overcome. I tried to keep a strong spirit, but eventually I realized that I don't believe in using intimidation in order to make a student learn. To me, it felt like this instructor had to be respected because she's feared. I'm sorry, but I believe that there must be kindness in teaching. Even if I was only under her class for a few a day, I hardly saw a speck of kindness in her personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fortunately, it turned out that she was only a temporary instructor for that subject. The class was euphoric upon hearing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the celebratory mood was short-lived when we learned she was going to be our permanent instructor in another major subject. Oh, crap, "Dolores Umbridge" is back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I for one am not so happy at this news. I thought we were all free from "Dolores Umbridge". Then again, maybe this is a challenge I'm just going to have to face. I once read a quote that says "When life puts you in tough situations, don't say 'why me?' Just say 'try me.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, you know what? In the words of Barney Stinson: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And come to think of it, "Dolores Umbridge" isn't the only mean-spirited person I will meet in my life. I mean, what if I end up having a boss who is just like "Dolores Umbridge"? So I might as well get used to facing "superiors from hell" and know that at the end of it all, I'm going to be all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578944256938620653-6969339834124418245?l=pviron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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