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/><category term="jason ivler" /><category term="reycons" /><category term="quito" /><category term="2010" /><category term="The Plunge" /><category term="philippines suicide" /><category term="time" /><category term="the best a man can get" /><category term="commitment" /><category term="manila traffic" /><category term="lorelie calima" /><category term="wedding do's and don'ts" /><category term="watch store philippines" /><category term="manila" /><category term="peer pressure philippines" /><category term="philippines lent" /><category term="samsung omnia pro b7610" /><category term="call center forums" /><category term="watches philippines" /><category term="aquino" /><title>Pinoy Quarterlife Crisis</title><subtitle type="html">Pinoy Quarterlife Crisis is a phenomenon that occurs in the lives of Pinoys mostly aged 23 to 35. It's where you feel lost, useless and in limbo and not knowing what to do and where to go. Quarterlife Crisis is normal in any nationality too. You are normal (or not) and you are not alone. Everyone is or has experienced this. Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay. Read this blog and together let us find the way.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinoyquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinoyquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118344533436487931/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>dinjcons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233335617321648900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZLVIE3sdZM/SjOPLAPbqnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xHfdzlodCek/S220/dnj+bora+08.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</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/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PinoyQuarterlifeCrisis" /><feedburner:info uri="pinoyquarterlifecrisis" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>PinoyQuarterlifeCrisis</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFQ3o4fCp7ImA9WhRSEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118344533436487931.post-6345546144532940361</id><published>2011-11-11T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:01:52.434-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T23:01:52.434-08:00</app:edited><title>At the end of the day...</title><content type="html">When did this become an official corporate jargon?&lt;br /&gt;
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"AT THE END OF THE DAY, profit is the most integral part of our business."&lt;br /&gt;
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No s*#t, duh?&lt;br /&gt;
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Every time I hear it in meetings (or in the elevator), I smile to myself. I smile and naughtily think of other terms to replace this. Or sometimes I think WHEN I would actually BE the ONE saying it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently, only bosses have the right to say that. Ironically, it was voted as one of the most annoying phrases ever spoken.&lt;br /&gt;
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With crazy things happening each and every day at the office, I'm glad that this phrase somewhat makes me sane one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, it's the phrase people say before they make the most important statement during the meeting. Or, just to shut up that annoying person who keeps on suggesting stupid campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some office mates and I have even resorted to saluting every time we hear the phrase uttered in meetings. Hehe, sorry bosses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, here are some alternative phrases that we can use once we become bosses. Some I got online, some I invented and tweaked to become as close to the phrase as possible (guess my inventions! haha).&lt;br /&gt;
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Here they are. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;
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1. When all is said and done...&lt;br /&gt;
2. Before we go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;
3. Before we turn off the bedside lamp...&lt;br /&gt;
4. When the fat lady sings...&lt;br /&gt;
5. When Elvis leaves the building...&lt;br /&gt;
6. Taking everything else into consideration...&lt;br /&gt;
7. Ultimately...&lt;br /&gt;
8. Once the school bell rings...&lt;br /&gt;
9. After a bus hits me when I exit this building...&lt;br /&gt;
10. When that last guitar chord is strum...&lt;br /&gt;
11. After slapping you...&lt;br /&gt;
12. When the Pop Tart's out of the toaster...&lt;br /&gt;
13. When all appeals are exhausted and the client is broke...&lt;br /&gt;
14. When Gloria finally gets to fly out of the country for that face alteration...&lt;br /&gt;
15. When Noynoy finally does something that will make him worthy to be President of a country...&lt;br /&gt;
16. Once you are able to send a message using your Globe line...&lt;br /&gt;
17. When Manny Pacquiao finally loses...&lt;br /&gt;
18. When Ramona Revilla returns to the country...&lt;br /&gt;
19. When Kuya Germs finally falls asleep...&lt;br /&gt;
20. When the pen is finally parked...&lt;br /&gt;
21. When there is no traffic along EDSA...&lt;br /&gt;
22. When I take my shirt off and you girls run out of the conference room...&lt;br /&gt;
23. Pag pumayat na si Sharon...&lt;br /&gt;
24. When Kris Aquino finally shuts her mouth...&lt;br /&gt;
25. When Boy Abunda asks us to look in his magical mirror...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There. There are so many variations to the phrase. I wonder why people don't use those instead. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I'm bored. Forgive me for this list.&lt;br /&gt;
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Any other suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118344533436487931-6345546144532940361?l=pinoyquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;A lot of times people look at the negative side of  what they feel they can't do. I always look on the positive side of what  I can do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Chuck Norris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Yes, there will always be negative things in life. There will always be negative people in our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Dad, I scored 20 points in our basketball game today!" &lt;i&gt;"You should've scored 30!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Boss, look at my video project!" &lt;i&gt;"Yeah, it's good you were able to interview him but the shot is awful!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Yup, there will always be people who will burst that bubble. Or cut that rope to satisfaction. Or turn off the lights on your dreams. There will always be the Debbie Downers or the Nancy Nags who will keep on complaining about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Uh-huh, all these add up. They may seem trivial at times and you may just laugh about them but it takes its toll on you. It pinches nerves. It elicits a forced teeth grind. It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;But they are part of life. I don't want to sound negative but we cannot rid ourselves of negative occurrences in life as well as negative people. They will ALWAYS be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;They will be our constant reminders of how bad we are doing. Or how nasty we are being. Or how poor we are performing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="bodybold" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So how do we deal with negativity then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The best way of removing negativity is to laugh and be joyous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; - &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;David Icke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, laughter is THE best medicine. Reader's Digest says so and life says so.&lt;br /&gt;
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We just have to laugh about them. Brush them off your shoulders. Enter one ear then leave the other.&lt;br /&gt;
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No need to get consumed by them. You're just gonna waste your time. So, just laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;A clear understanding of negative emotions dismisses them.&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Vernon Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Try understanding why they're like that. Or why things are what they seem. How did they turn into a negative situation? Maybe it was your fault. It doesn't matter if it wasn't. Just try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Accent your positive and delete your negative.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; - &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Donna Karan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;Personally, I don't like negative people. I don't like being stuck in negative situations. I don't like conflicts. I don't deal with conflicts and confrontation well. I just don't like it when something that I expect to happen does not happen. But then again, who dictates on what should and should NOT happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;So the best thing to do is to adjust. Compromise. Understand. Easier said than done BUT it has to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;They say the positives should outweigh the negatives. I certainly hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;If not, we can just be negative too. Two negatives produce something positive anyway, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118344533436487931-6484383226120909009?l=pinoyquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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People do not want to hear whether you have the latest ringtone or that you are an important person in your job (if you were, then people would not bother you if you told them not to). How would you feel if you missed a very important line in the movie because the inconsiderate person in front of you forgot (or intentionally) to put his/her phone on Silent Mode. Oh, if your phone is on Silent Mode and it vibrates, it would be best to take the phone call outside the theater if you really have to answer that call. Otherwise, please wait until the end of the movie and just call the person back. Rule of Thumb: If it is really important, the person will call again. If not, then just call them back after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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The person in front of you paid for the seat he/she is sitting on just like you. Treat their chair as their property and try your best to avoid hitting them with your feet or knees. If you are above 6 feet then that would be perfectly understandable (and we do not want to pick a fight with you) but please say “sorry” every time you do hit their chair. Nothing is more annoying than someone nudging you from behind. Treat the chair in front of you like a person walking or standing in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Do not hog all the arm rests.&lt;br /&gt;
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Share the arm rests. If you’re already resting your arm on the right arm rest then make the other one available to your seatmate. Most often than not, the arm rest on your right is YOURS. Lucky you if you don’t have someone sitting on your left but if you want to sit like a king then you can always watch in your own house. Also avoid putting your bags or other things on the empty seats beside you. You did not pay for them and this may be a sign that someone is sitting there. Give other moviegoers a chance to get good seats as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Dispose of your trash properly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, it’s always funny seeing someone stumble and fall face down on the floor but what if this someone is you or your mother. Put your trash under your seats if you are too lazy to bring them out with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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People don’t like people who laugh at everything in the movie. Okay, the fat chick falls on the skinny guy but that’s the fifth time that that has happened so maybe you can control your laughter now. Do not ruin the serious mood that other moviegoers are in especially if what you are watching is not comedy. Yes, laughter is the best medicine but this is not prescribed to everyone inside the movie theater so learn how to control its volume.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. It’s okay to ask questions. Just don’t address it to everyone in the theater.&lt;br /&gt;
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Missed a line? Ask your friend (we hope you have a friend with you or else that would be a bit creepy) quietly. Do not address the whole audience. You are not David Letterman. Keep the decibel level to a one person distance.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. If you’ve seen the movie, keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, you’re rich enough to watch the movie twice but it’s all our first time to catch this film. Yes, we ACTUALLY want to see what happens in the next scene and we DON’T want to find out if the lead actor dies or gets his hands cut off. But if you really cannot avoid opening your trap then open wide so our popcorn can fit your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. Pick your food. Close your mouth. Don’t crush the wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;
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Choose your food wisely. Remember, you don’t have a table in your seat. You don’t want your food spilling all over. If you know that your food will smell (Shawarma, anyone?) then please sit in the very corner of the theater. You can also try closing your mouth when you chew. Yes, this actually eliminates the sound from your chewing. We know that burger tastes great, you don’t have to be arrogant and all and let us know every time you bite into it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Be considerate enough and don’t leave one seat empty in between another group. Unless they’re like you when you were in highschool and don’t have friends, it’s rare that people go to the movies alone. That one seat between you and the other group in your row is useless so sacrifice your arm rest and let that sweet-looking couple enjoy the movie together.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cars 2, yes. Transformers, hmm. Harry Potter, okay. Cowboys vs. Aliens, not so okay. Just like in church, you don’t want kids running around and shouting invectives at their yaya’s all throughout the movie. So if you think that your kid won’t like the movie that you will be watching, two words for you—Day Care. Or leave them at home. I know of some adults who don’t care whether they trip kids or adults. Be careful.&lt;br /&gt;
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11. Restroom break. Choose the way nearest to the aisle and move quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, we wouldn’t want you to go right there on your seat. That’s just nasty (and uncomfortable for you). If you need to visit the toilet in the middle of the movie, make it as quick as you can so that people you pass through to get to the aisle won’t be bothered as much. They DID go to the restroom before the start of the movie. Hey, that’s a good idea! Go to the restroom BEFORE the start of the movie. That might actually work for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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They actually say what time the movie starts in your ticket or in the ticket booth. To avoid saying “excuse me” to the people you pass by going to your seat and also to understand the movie (so as not to ask questions), maybe it’s best that you get to your seats before the actual movie starts. It’s fun to watch trailers of upcoming movies too.&lt;br /&gt;
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We would love to be able to relax again while watching a movie so please follow these simple and basic rules when going to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let us all group together to fight these inconsiderate people. Enjoy the movies!&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ve always wondered how it was to have a lolo. I didn’t know how it was to sit on a grandfather’s lap while he went on telling stories about the war or a certain struggle that they went through while growing up. I never had the opportunity to ride an old car or sniff at the vintage scent of a tobacco. I was never reprimanded (although my parents took care of this) or I was never called “lolo’s favorite grandchild.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Then how come I’m writing about my lolo as a hero, you ask? Well, based on the stories from my lola, aunts, uncles and older cousins, my lolo was truly a hero in every sense of the word. Maybe not to me personally but to my family and also to many Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, my lolo was former senator and court of appeals justice Roseller T. Lim. Yes, his name might not ring a bell and it may not be the most familiar names in Philippine politics (there were still no television commercials back then) but reading his resume and hearing stories from people he had helped makes him the most famous man in my side of the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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I still marvel at my lolo’s kindness every time I recall the story on how he first became a “public servant.” He was on his way home one afternoon when he heard someone writhing and moaning in pain as he was passing the wharf. He went to the man and asked him what was wrong. He found out that the man had his appendectomy stitches ruptured as he had just had the procedure two days ago but was forced by his employer to work already. My lolo quickly brought the man to the hospital and after this literally rolled up his sleeves and went back to the wharf and called the first-ever labor strike in Zamboanga (which eventually became the Mindanao Labor Foundation which is still existing until this day). He then went on to become one of the advocates for labor in his stint as representative of the city to Congress at only 34 years old. In a report my lolo made entitled “My 14 Years in Congress,” he proudly mentioned that he was the first Zamboangeño to ever serve for Congress for six years and also the first Zamboangeño to serve in Upper Chamber for eight years. Until now, I don’t think this feat has been duplicated. He was also the first Filipino with a Chinese family name to win a national post. &lt;br /&gt;
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My lolo, together with 17 other congressmen, introduced the creation of the Social Security System providing employees protection and benefits like sick leave (that’s why I can write this article on a Tuesday. Thanks, Gramps!), minimum wage (that’s why I could afford to buy this computer), death benefits (I hope I won't be claiming this soon!) and retirement funds (see you sooner, I hope). He was even made chairman of the Blue Ribbon Committee when he was in the Senate and was a representative to the ILO in Geneva, Switzerland where he made significant strides toward the recognition of the Philippines in the international organization. He was also a Constitutional Convention delegate in 1971 and was one of the 49 delegates who did not sign the so-called Marcos Constitution of 1972.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can go on and on about his achievements but knowing my lolo as being a humble man, I would not want to embarrass him through me. Or have I done that already?&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, more than all the achievements I listed above, his influences on me and my life have been immeasurable. His being dubbed as “The Great Filibuster” has rubbed off on me as I can run my mouth talking about one topic for several hours (right, guys?). My lolo did it for 18-and-a-half hours to try and protect the Senate from being taken over by the minority party (Marcos) but was blind-sided by Marcos and we all knew what happened after this. &lt;br /&gt;
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My lolo passed away when he was only 61 years old. He was working as a justice for the Court of Appeals. My siblings and I always wonder what would have happened if he lived a little longer. Me, I think, he would not have just been a great lolo but a great president as well. He was “Pro-Filipino” in every sense of the term and that quality is the only thing that matters when you’re president. It would be really cool to see him in TV commercials too (not riding a pedicab for sure). I wonder if he’d also pretend to be champion of the masses. Oh, yeah, he really was.&lt;br /&gt;
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He is my hero because he has left us with a legacy that will be unmatched. He has left us with a good name. When we’re in Zamboanga, every time people there find out who we are, we are treated like royalty. This is testament to all the sacrifices and the hard work that my lolo had done when he was still alive. He was a person of service. A person of integrity. A person I never got to know personally but I believe he will live on through the stories of the people he was able to help. It will live on through the taxi driver who when he found out about my lolo’s funeral, rushed to the church and insisted that he be one of the pall bearers. It will live on through me. Through the vow that I will make that I will never do anything to taint the name that my lolo had worked hard to make (I really hope I’m not too late). &lt;br /&gt;
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At first, I doubted I could have a hero whom I had never met in person. After recalling all the lessons that I learned from my parents through words and deeds that my lolo taught them, I think that it is better to have a hero whom is not physically with you. You can never question what they said because they’re not there with you. You just follow what they said and trust that he will guide you through what you’re going through. My lolo is my hero and he will always stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am partly writing this because I do not feel that all the achievements of my Lolo had been given enough recognition by the government. But I am only one small voice (our weighing scale would disagree). What I can do is let my Lolo know that we are okay. We may not be the perfect family that I know my Lolo wanted us to be but we’re okay (can’t say the same thing for our country though). You have done your job well. For the country and for your family. Your lessons on being strict and also your humor will carry us through life. &lt;br /&gt;
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To my lolo. You are my icon. You are my hero. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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What you need to know to be a real adult.&lt;/h6&gt;When you’re 25-ish, you’re old enough to know what kind of music you  love, regardless of what your last boyfriend or roommate always used to  play. You know how to walk in heels, how to tie a necktie, how to give a  good toast at a wedding and how to make something for dinner. You don’t  have to think much about skin care, home ownership or your retirement  plan. Your life can look a lot of different ways when you’re 25: single,  dating, engaged, married. You are working in dream jobs, pay-the-bills  jobs and downright horrible jobs. You are young enough to believe that  anything is possible, and you are old enough to make that belief a  reality.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6&gt;1. You Have Time to Find a Job You Love&lt;/h6&gt;Now is the time to figure out what kind of work you love to do. What  are you good at? What makes you feel alive? What do you dream about? You  can go back to school now, switch directions entirely. You can work for  almost nothing, or live in another country or volunteer long hours for  something that moves you. There will be a time when finances and  schedules make this a little trickier, so do it now. Try it, apply for  it, get up and do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was 25, I was in my third job in as many years—all in the same  area at a church, but the responsibilities were different each time. I  was frustrated at the end of the third year because I didn’t know  exactly what I wanted to do next. I didn’t feel like I’d found my place  yet. I met with my boss, who was in his 50s. I told him how anxious I  was about finding the one perfect job for me, and quick. He asked me how  old I was, and when I told him I was 25, he told me I couldn’t complain  to him about finding the right job until I was 32. In his opinion, it  takes about 10 years after college to find the right fit, and anyone who  finds it earlier than that is just plain lucky. So use every bit of  your 10 years: try things, take classes, start over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6&gt;2. Get Out of Debt and Stay Out of Debt&lt;/h6&gt;Part of being a healthy, mature adult is learning to live within your  means all the time, even if that means going without things you think  you need, or doing work you don’t love for a while to be responsible  financially. The ability to adjust your spending according to your  income is a skill that will serve you your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;
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There will be times when you have more money than you need. In those  seasons, tithe as always, save like crazy, and then let yourself buy  fancy shampoo or an iPad or whatever it is you really get a kick out of.  When the money’s not rolling in, buy your shampoo from the grocery  store and eat eggs instead of steak—a much cheaper way to get protein.  If you can get the hang of living within your means all the time—always  tithing, never going into debt—you’ll be ahead of the game when life  surprises you with bad financial news.&lt;br /&gt;
I know a lot of people who have bright, passionate dreams but who  can’t give their lives to those dreams because of the debt they carry.  Don’t miss out on a great adventure God calls you to because you’ve been  careless about debt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6&gt;3. Don’t Rush Dating and Marriage&lt;/h6&gt;Now is also the time to get serious about relationships. And  “serious” might mean walking away from a dating relationship that’s good  but not great. Some of the most life-shaping decisions you’ll make  during this time will be about walking away from good-enough, in search  of can’t-live-without. One of the only truly devastating mistakes you  can make in this season is staying with the wrong person even though you  know he or she is the wrong person. It’s not fair to that person, and  it’s not fair to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Who are you dating?” “Do you think he’s the one?” “Have you looked  at rings?” It’s easy to be seduced by the romance-dating-marriage  narrative. We confer a lot of status and respect on people who are  getting married—we buy them presents and consider them as more adult and  more responsible. &lt;br /&gt;
But there’s nothing inherently more responsible or more admirable  about being married. I’m thankful to be celebrating my 10th wedding  anniversary this summer, but at the same time, I have a fair amount of  friends whose marriages are ending—friends whose weddings we danced at,  whose wedding cake we ate, whose rings we oohed-and-aahed over but that  have been taken off fingers a long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;
Some people view marriage as the next step to happiness or grown-up  life or some kind of legitimacy, and in their mad desire to be married,  they overlook significant issues in the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ask your friends, family members and mentors what they think of the  person you’re dating and your relationship. Go through premarital  counseling before you are engaged, because, really, engagement is  largely about wedding planning, and it’s tough to see the flaws in a  relationship clearly when you’re wearing a diamond and you have a  deposit on an event space. &lt;br /&gt;
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I’m kind of a broken record on this. My younger friends will tell you  I say the same things over and over when they talk to me about love,  things like, “He seems great—what’s the rush?” and, “Yes, I like  her—give it a year.” And they’ve heard this one a million times: “Time  is on your side.” Really, it is. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6&gt;4. Give Your Best to Friends and Family&lt;/h6&gt;While twentysomethings can sometimes spend a little too much energy  on dating and marriage, they probably spend too little energy on  friendships and family. That girl you just met and now text 76 times a  day probably won’t be a part of your life in 10 years, but the guys you  lived with in college, if you keep investing in them, will be friends  for a lifetime. Lots of people move around in their 20s, but even across  the distance, make an effort to invest in the friendships that are  important to you. Loyalty is no small thing, especially in a season  during which so many other things are shifting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Family is a tricky thing in your 20s—to learn how to be an adult out  on your own but to also maintain a healthy relationship with your  parents—but those relationships are really, really worth investing in. I  have a new vantage point on this now that I’m a parent. When my parents  momentarily forget I’m an adult, I remind myself that someday this  little boy of ours will drive a car, get a job and buy a home. I know  that even then it will be hard not to scrape his hair across his  forehead or tell him his eyes are looking sleepy, and I give my parents a  break for still seeing me as their little girl every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6&gt;5. Get Some Counseling&lt;/h6&gt;Twenty-five is also a great time to get into counseling if you  haven’t already, or begin round two of counseling if it’s been a while.  You might have just enough space from your parents to start digging  around your childhood a little bit. Unravel the knots that keep you from  living a healthy, whole life, and do it now, before any more time  passes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people believe emotional and psychological issues should be  solved through traditional spiritual means—that prayer and pastoral  guidance are all that’s necessary when facing issues of mental health. I  disagree. We generally trust medical doctors to help us heal from  physical ailments. We can and should trust counselors and therapists to  help us resolve emotional and psychological issues. Many pastors have no  training in counseling, and while they care deeply about what you’re  facing, sometimes the best gift they can give you is a referral to a  therapist who does have the education to help you. &lt;br /&gt;
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Faith and counseling aren’t at odds with one another. Spiritual  growth and emotional health are both part of God’s desire for us.  Counseling—like time with a mentor, personal scriptural study, a small  group experience and outside reading—can help you grow, and can help you  connect more deeply with God.&lt;br /&gt;
So let your pastor do his or her thing, and let the person who has an advanced degree in mental health help you with yours.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h6&gt;6. Seek Out a Mentor&lt;/h6&gt;One of the most valuable relationships you can cultivate in your 20s  is a mentoring relationship with someone who’s a little older, a little  wiser, someone who can be a listening ear and sounding board during a  high change season. When I look back on my life from 22 to 26, some of  the most significant growth occurred as a direct result of the time I  spent with my mentor, Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;
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The best way to find a mentor is to ask, and then to work with the  parameters they give you. If someone does agree to meet with you, let it  be on their terms. Nancy and I met on Wednesdays at 7 in the morning. I  guarantee that was not my preference. But it was what worked for her  life, so once a month I dragged myself out of the house in what felt to  me like the dead of night. It also helps to keep it to a limited-time  period. It’s a lot to ask of someone to meet once a month until the end  of time. But a one-year commitment feels pretty manageable for most  people, and you can both decide to sign on for another year or not,  depending on the connection you’ve made.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6&gt;7. Be a Part of a Church&lt;/h6&gt;Twenty-five is the perfect time to get involved in a church you love,  no matter how different it is from the one you were a part of growing  up. Be patient and prayerful, and decide that you’re going to be a  person who grows, who seeks your own faith, who lives with intention.  Set your alarm on Sunday mornings, no matter how late you were out on  Saturday night. It will be dreadful at first, and then after a few  weeks, you’ll find that you like it, that the pattern of it fills up  something inside you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6&gt;8. Find a Rhythm for Spiritual Disciplines&lt;/h6&gt;Going out into “the real world” after high school or college affects  more than just your professional life. Where once you had free time, a  flexible schedule and built-in community, now you have one hour for  lunch, 10 days max to “skip” work and co-workers who are all over the  place in age, stage of life and religion. &lt;br /&gt;
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In those first few years of work-life, it’s easy to get too busy, too  stressed and too disconnected to keep up spiritual habits you may have  built in school. Figuring out how to stay close to God and to grow that  relationship through activities and disciplines that complement your new  schedule is critical for life now—and those habits will serve you for  years to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the best routines I adopted in my 20s was a monthly solitude  day. In addition to my daily prayer time, I found I lived better if once  a month I took the time to pray, read, rest and write, to ask myself  about the choices I’d made in the past month and to ask for God’s  guidance in the month to come. Some of the most important decisions I  made in that season of life became clear as a result of that monthly  commitment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6&gt;9. Volunteer&lt;/h6&gt;Give of your time and energy to make the world better in a way that  doesn’t benefit you directly. Teach Sunday school, build houses with  Habitat for Humanity, serve at a food pantry or clean up beaches on  Saturdays. &lt;br /&gt;
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It’s easy to get caught up in your own big life and big plan in your  20s—you’re building a career, building an identity, building for a  future. Find some place in your life where you’re building for a purpose  that’s bigger than your own life or plan. &lt;br /&gt;
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When you’re serving on behalf of a cause you’re passionate about,  you’ll also connect in a deep way with the people you’re serving with,  and those connections can yield some of your most significant  friendships. &lt;br /&gt;
When you serve as a volunteer, you can gain experience for future  careers. Instead of, for example, quitting your banking job to pursue  full-time ministry, volunteer to lead a small group, and see where it  goes from there. Use volunteer experiences to learn about causes and  fields you’re interested in, and consider using your vacation time to  serve globally.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6&gt;10. Feed Yourself and the People You Love&lt;/h6&gt;If you can master these things, you’re off to a really great start:  eggs, soup, a fantastic sandwich or burger, guacamole and some killer  cookies. A few hints: The secret to great eggs is really low heat, and  the trick to guacamole is lime juice—loads of it. Almost every soup  starts the same way: onion, garlic, carrot, celery, stock. &lt;br /&gt;
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People used to know how to make this list and more, but for all sorts  of reasons, sometime in the last 60 or so years, convenience became  more important than cooking and people began resorting to fake food  (ever had GU?), fast food and frozen food. I literally had to call my  mom from my first apartment because I didn’t know if you baked a potato  for five minutes or two hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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The act of feeding oneself is a skill every person can benefit from,  and some of the most sacred moments in life happen when we gather around  the table. The time we spend around the table, sharing meals and  sharing stories, is significant, transforming time. &lt;br /&gt;
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Learn to cook. Invite new and old friends to dinner. Practice  hospitality and generosity. No one cares if they have to sit on lawn  furniture, bring their own forks or drink out of a Mayor McCheese glass  from 1982. What people want is to be heard and fed and nourished,  physically and otherwise—to stop for just a little bit and have someone  look them in the eye and listen to their stories and dreams. Make time  for the table, and you’ll find it to be more than worth it every time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6&gt;11. Don’t Get Stuck&lt;/h6&gt;This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to  divide. You can see very clearly two kinds of people. On one side,  people who have used their 20s to learn and grow, to find God and  themselves and their dreams, people who know what works and what  doesn’t, who have pushed through to become real live adults. Then  there’s the other kind, who are hanging onto college, or high school  even, with all their might. They’ve stayed in jobs they hate, because  they’re too scared to get another one. They’ve stayed with men or women  who are good but not great, because they don’t want to be lonely. They  mean to find a church, they mean to develop intimate friendships, they  mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. But they don’t do  those things, so they live in an extended adolescence, no closer to  adulthood than when they graduated.&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take  a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness,  and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself  at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either.  Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with  your journal. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m  living? What have I tried this month? What have I learned about God this  year? What parts of my childhood faith am I leaving behind, and what  parts am I choosing to keep? Do the people I’m spending time with give  me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life  that’s keeping me from moving forward?” &lt;br /&gt;
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Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love, and with people  who believe God is good and life is a grand adventure. Don’t get stuck  in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you  haven’t yet earned. &lt;br /&gt;
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Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life’s path.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Shauna Niequest is the author of &lt;/em&gt;Bittersweet&lt;em&gt; (Zondervan). This article originally appeared in the &lt;a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/digital-issue-51" target="_blank" title=""&gt;May/June issue of RELEVANT&lt;/a&gt;. You can read more articles like this by subscribing—&lt;a href="http://googleads.g.doubleclick.net/aclk?sa=L&amp;amp;ai=BkmRWu7_-Tc-RHezKsQeNm9C-ArXItdwBAAAAEAEg5cmaBjgAUP3DxYT8_____wFYreT5mRZgyf6yh9yj3BCyARh3d3cucmVsZXZhbnRtYWdhemluZS5jb226AQlnZnBfaW1hZ2XIAQPaASBodHRwOi8vd3d3LnJlbGV2YW50bWFnYXppbmUuY29tL-ABAsACAuACAOoCFVJlbGV2YW50TWFnX1dlYnN0YW1wNPgC8NEekAPgA5gD4AOoAwHIAxXQBJBO4AQB&amp;amp;num=0&amp;amp;sig=AGiWqtwZF3DtcVXGXoQe_HXbSdbk0uUMEQ&amp;amp;client=ca-pub-1443246356209022&amp;amp;adurl=http://relevantmagazine.com/fourfreealbums%3Fpromocode%3DI1AL2351R&amp;amp;nm=2" target="_blank" title=""&gt;click here for more information&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Translation: &lt;i&gt;Babalik ka rin, loko!&lt;/i&gt; - Dinjo Constantino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Today marks the 150th birthday of our national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Wala nang paligoy-ligoy pa. Nasaan na tayo ngayon? Ano na ang nangyari sa ating bansa? Sinayang lang ba naten ang buhay ng ating pambansang bayani? Binalewala ba naten ang lahat ng aral na iniwan saten ni Rizal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Ano sa inyong palagay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;o+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;How appropriate it is for Father's Day to fall on the day our national hero was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;I know most of us Filipinos consider our own fathers as our very own heroes. Role models and anchor. Our rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;I want to greet my dad, Rey Constantino (reycons in the advertising industry), a very Happy Father's Day and tell him that he may not see it and notice it, I am what I am right now because of all the values he and my mom imparted on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;We may not say this often, but we ARE proud of you , dad. For all the sacrifices you have done for us. For working overtime just to meet a payment deadline. For the articles that you left on the tables for us to chance upon them and read the article that you wanted us to read. For diffusing a conflict with your one-of-a-kind humor. For driving me to the high school prom and making me and my date sit at the back. For always pulling money from your pocket when I had no money for my own gimiks. For knowing when we are struggling and need your fatherly advise. For going to the office late because you had to meet with my teachers to talk about something I did again and again. For still going to work day in and day out to provide for your family. For us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;To us, you are our hero. You are our Jose Rizal. If our family had currency, you would be in each of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="aptureStartContent"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Through your life and through what you have and not have done, we have learned. You tried. Sometimes you succeeded and sometimes you failed. But you taught us lessons. Lessons that we will forever hold in our hearts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/j/joserizal244772.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are the heart of our family. Your beating makes everything flow. You are the rock. Your mere presence makes everything seem all right. We don't have to worry about things. You will take care of it. You will take care of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Every day, I wish that you stop working and just enjoy the fruits of your labor. The fruits of your love. But the Lord has plans. You will have your time. Soon. We assure you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;When I walk down the aisle and have you and mom by my side, I know everything will be all right. Trust that when you give me out to my future wife, I will be all right--because of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Happy Father's Day, Dad! Again, you are Legen...(wait for it)...Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118344533436487931-6715992847792838666?l=pinoyquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hmm...this is actually my second entry already related to Debt. I wonder why. Maybe it's the fact that I remember the D word every time I check my pockets. Or when I think of buying something for my fiance (Hi Toots!). Or when I feel hungry but just get water instead.&lt;br /&gt;
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Debt. O, why is your "B" silent?! Is it&amp;nbsp;because it's harder to pronounce? Or is it because you can't "B"&amp;nbsp;who you want to&amp;nbsp;"B" when you're full of&amp;nbsp;Debts?&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week I was reminded of a&amp;nbsp;Debt that I made two years ago. Two freakin' years ago! YeSSS,&amp;nbsp;it seemed like ages ago. But I'm not complaining. I borrowed it so I have to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just can't believe the timing. Right when I need to save every&amp;nbsp;centavo for&amp;nbsp;The Wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
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Truly, there are&amp;nbsp;really only two constant things in life--Debt and Taxes (and pimples!).&lt;br /&gt;
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I am learning the truth the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;
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BUT the right way.&lt;br /&gt;
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C'mon, Debt. Come to me!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am kidding of course.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love you, Debt. But not too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118344533436487931-5815382777126500221?l=pinoyquarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yeah, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want things to be done my way. If people don't want to follow me then to me they're stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, at least most of the time. I choose the time I want to think this too. That's how stubborn and proud I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was not really born stubborn. It was developed in me. Kinda like how leadership is developed in some people. For me, it was being stubborn. It wasn't thrust upon me too. I sort of thrust myself into it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I enjoy it. Especially when I really encounter stupid people. I love teasing them too. I love making them feel really stupid. But then again, I decide who's stupid or not. So I'm the only one enjoying. Which makes it not that enjoyable in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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I find it hard to accept whenever I'm wrong. Sometimes I even Google stuff just too prove that I'm right. Yeah, what's wrong with the previous sentence? I'll challenge you that there's nothing wrong with the sentence. If you're correct, then I'll resent you. Forever. Well, not forever but maybe around five minutes or so. Until I realize that it's a waste of time to argue with stupid people. Then I say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
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My cousin once told me, "Not everyone is as smart as you, Dinj." Of course, he was being sarcastic (or I'm being very humble).&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know why I'm stubborn. I don't know who I inherited it from. Who am I kidding? My mom and dad are both stubborn (well, all old people ARE stubborn). I thought two wrongs made a right? Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't have plans of dying stubborn though although it looks like I'm headed that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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To the people I have wronged or offended, I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't think you're stupid. I did not intend to make you feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you really are stupid then I apologize even more for making you feel EVEN MORE stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you don't accept my apologies, then you ARE stupid. Oops. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just hate stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can you guys do me a favor? If you don't want to feel stupid...then please don't act and say things that can denote otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am stubborn. And I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
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No. I'm really not.&lt;br /&gt;
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I recently attended the wedding of my future brother and sister-in-law (naks! assuming!). It was a very intimate and private ceremony as most of the attendees were the most important people in the lives of the couple. I co-hosted the wedding with the bride's good friend which made it all the more special for me. You see, making people happy is one of my passions in life (hmm...Dinjo Constantino..."he made people happy...") and it was a great pleasure lending my time and service to two of the most important people in my fiance's life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, thinking about it yesterday on the way home from work, I came up with a list of what hosts or guests should not say during weddings and I want to share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Tututol ako!&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, this is like saying "Bomb!" in the airport or on the plane. In the airport, you deal with the security. In church, you have to answer to God. It doesn't matter if it's a joke or if you have valid reasons to say this, the thing is you should have done something before the wedding. Okay, unless you came from abroad and rode a horse to the church. But still, these words should not be uttered when inside the church.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. The bride is just smiling and not talking that much because she is reserving her voice for later.&lt;br /&gt;
This is not really the most polite thing to say even if you're joking especially if the bride's priest for an uncle is there in the reception or the bride's ultra-conservative mother. What are you insinuating? She's just a moaner, okay?! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. I thought priests didn't allow pregnant brides anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
Oookay. She's not even a few weeks pregnant, Johnny Boy (i'm assuming guys make more word blunders than women--expecting my fiance to read this, that's why). Maybe the gown has a different design to it. Maybe the bride went to the reception first before the church. BUT DO NOT MENTION ANYTHING THAT PERTAINS TO HER LOOK. NEVER. Or it's going to be your funeral the next time your family goes to the church.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Tonight will be the last night the groom will be on top.&lt;br /&gt;
Again, even for a joke. Although there is a certain truth to it, be sensitive to the other Christians there in the wedding. Maybe you can just whisper it to the groom's ear as a warning so that he'll make the most of his time on top but never when on the microphone. This is more of an appropriate thing to say during the bachelor's party. And yeah, leave that rubber in your car too. No, the maid of honor will NOT sleep with you, you sleazy guy, you.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Ang galing humawak ng bride ng mic!&lt;br /&gt;
Do I need to expound on this? Seriously. C'mon, man!&lt;br /&gt;
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6. I give them a year.&lt;br /&gt;
Would you like the responsibility of owning up to this statement? What if they separate after a year? It will be on you. Especially to the ones who heard you say this. What if it reaches the bride and the groom? It's gonna be on you, boy. Weddings are reserved for predictions on how many children the couple will be having and not on how long they will be able to stand each other. If you have doubts then you shouldn't be in the wedding in the first place. Can you predict that someone will punch you in the table you're in (way to go, Kuya!)? So shut it, Nostradamus.&lt;br /&gt;
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Weddings should be a fun occasion. But there is a thin line between what is fun and what is appropriate. I would therefore like to apologize for uttering the words "&lt;i&gt;subuan&lt;/i&gt;" in the wedding that I hosted (I was referring to the cake eating portion, Ma! I promise!). This is an honorable mention to the list as I was the one who said it. Haha. Go write your own blog entry then if you want to include that. Feel free to quote me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, this serves as a warning to people who don't want to go home from a wedding with bloodied lips and pulled hair. Let's keep weddings decent. I'll surely try my best in my next hosting gig.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder when the next &lt;i&gt;subuan &lt;/i&gt;will be?&lt;br /&gt;
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As bonus to this entry, here are some songs that DJ's and future couples should avoid being played over the sound system during the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Sana Dalawa Ang Puso Ko&lt;br /&gt;
2. Sad To Belong&lt;br /&gt;
3. Number Two&lt;br /&gt;
4. Bakit Ngayon Ka Lang?&lt;br /&gt;
5. Welcome To The Jungle&lt;br /&gt;
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Yey, we're getting married! So exciting! I can't wait to hit the ground running with the planning! This is so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;
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And then you start planning.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then the real excitement begins.&lt;br /&gt;
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Are we gonna fight today or not?&lt;br /&gt;
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Haha. Of course you hope you don't. But the Wedding Preparation gods find a way for you to get on each others' nerves one way or another. Yes, not by choice. But by circumstances. You try your best to avoid conflicts but they just crop up when you least expect them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't get me wrong. The fights ARE entertaining (well, after you realize how lame they are). But I would prefer not to be entertained even once a week. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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You also see how practical and crazy your partners can get. Me, personally, I have a hard time distinguishing preparations from a business deal. I was told by my fiance to hang loose and to relax and to have fun. I am so formal and stiff when it comes to decision making and responsibilities. I have to learn how to make it FUN!&lt;br /&gt;
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But it IS really fun. No sarcasm here. You also get to know who your true friends are. Hehe. I never imagined getting help from all angles! Thanks, guys.&lt;br /&gt;
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Getting the best but most affordable suppliers is really the hardest part too but together, we are slowly making this fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am getting excited by the day. And learning to be patient as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Are we prepared for this? I don't think anybody is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every when do you put down your pen, close your computer screen, turn off the TV or shut down your mobile phones and think about the things in your life that you should be thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;
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It seems that the only times we do this is every time something tragic or life-changing happens to us and we get through them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe we should all do this at least once every three months. Or as much as you want.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I just turned 33. Wow, Thirty Three. And I still live in my parents' house. And I'm still not married. And it's only now that I'm getting to work for a multinational company.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what reasons are there for me to be thankful, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;
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I asked the same thing just this evening while attending mass, actually.&lt;br /&gt;
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What is there to be thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought my list would be limited to the fingers in my hands. I was wrong. I had to touch my ugly toes too to complete my list.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although people were looking at me while I was touching my toes (yes, I was still in Mass), I realized that there are many things that I should be thankful for. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;
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So amidst the priest ranting how bad people who support the RH Bill are, I started counting.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, my parents. Yes, it is not always a harmonious relationship with them. Yes, we can get on each others' nerves (more of them than me, hehe) every other day. Yes, there are times that I wish I had a different set of parents (don't we all sometimes?). But NO I do not WANT a different set of parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful that they are putting up with me even though I seem to be a boarder most of the time I'm in the house. Yes, I hate being the "techie" when I go home and my response to their seeking for assistance on Iphone and computer issues may not be the most courteous in the world but it's also nice to feel needed sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful that they still allow me to live in their house and get all their food (i mean ALL THEIR FOOD, hehe). They let me use their cars too and they tell me that I'm "pogi" as well once in a while, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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I cannot list all the reasons why I am thankful for my parents. That would take up most of my blog's bandwidth! But if I could only say "Thank You" to three people in this world then they would be the second and third (mom first then dad second. haha, just kidding, dad!--in equal order of course). God would be first, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thank them for allowing me to be me. For supporting me in whatever decision I made while I was growing up. For scolding me if I didn't brush my hair. For asking if I am really going to wear slippers to church. For telling me not to text while driving. For saying I'm pogi. For letting me know I'm fat and that I have to do something about it. For the sampaloc pasalubongs when I was in grade school. For going to Marikina to have me made a special correctional shoes (high cut, yo!). For always reminding me that I am talented and that I can achieve more if I just tried more. For all the Mcdo's and for all the Shakey's and Pizza Hut's. For telling me and Mike it's okay if we don't want to continue Taekwondo (we're lovers, not fighters! haha).&lt;br /&gt;
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I could go on and on but I am afraid that someone might get the idea that this is a good topic for a book (Thank You Ma and Pa--there I even gave you a title) and that this person would get published and get rich while I continue to stay with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will thank the other people that have contributed to my being me in future posts (don't tampo na!).&lt;br /&gt;
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My name is Dinjo. I am Thirty Three. And I am thankful that I have Rey and Vicky as my parents. I will have it no other way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks, Ma. Thanks, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can you do grocery soon?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever get the feeling that nobody likes you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's either you're too hot-headed, too impatient, selfish&amp;nbsp;or immature?&lt;br /&gt;
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Hop on board, mate! You are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I am hot-headed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't like stupid people. I don't like people asking too many questions. I bark at people who don't get my instructions the first time and have to ask me again. I detest people who shout too much and who are always noisy. I don't like it when people do something that I don't approve of. I hate it when people tell me that what I'm doing is wrong. I don't like people shouting at me. I don't like it when people don't believe what I say.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I am impatient.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't like waiting for an answer to my question. I hate it when people don't know what to do next. I don't like waiting for an answer to the question "when do we turn right or left?". If you can't answer the question "where do we eat?" then let's just not eat at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I am selfish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I always like it my way. I always want to be the comfortable one. I don't think of others' feelings just as long as I'm happy (as told to me). I rarely think that I am wrong. Most of the time, other people are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I am immature.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not ready for a major commitment. I do not know how to handle serious issues. I react to things the way a six-year-old would usually do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am all those and more.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I want to change. I need to change. Everybody hates me. Yes, it's time for a cool change.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to understand people more. I need to be more patient. I need Anger Management. I need to count one to five before answering questions or replying to a question that I just answered. I need to start thinking that I am not better than everybody else. I am not all that and that is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;
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When people ask me something, it is because they want to know what the answer is and not just to annoy me. When people can't answer promptly, that just means they're thinking about what the answer is and not just to make me wait.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to change. I want to change.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I change, will people like me now?&lt;br /&gt;
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Will you like me now?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know if I have anything left.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am consumed by nothingness. That's what she said. Or that's what she seems like saying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't have anything more to give. I am empty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I seem to not have anything more to contribute for us to get to that other level. I am useless. I am dead weight on her shoulders. Empty but heavy. That is me. That's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is she correct? I don't know. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All I know is that I tried. I gave my best. I pulled my weight. I contributed. Or so I thought. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I'm always wrong. That's what I'm thinking now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How can I think that I'm always right? I'm not always right. Yes, I may not always be wrong. But I am not always right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel shackled. I feel like a prisoner. Always being scolded. Unliked and afraid. Afraid to do or say things that I usually do because I might hurt her. I don't want to hurt her. That is the last thing on my mind. That, for me, is my sole purpose in life now--not to hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I still end up doing so. Even with my wings clipped, I still manage to hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't understand how I could do that still. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Or am I still doing anything right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm empty. I don't know what to do next. I am clueless. I'm out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I just don't know how to love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, maybe that's it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not loved.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes. It is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I've learned how to deal with it. I learned how to count by counting how many times I breathed in and out just so I could regain control over my emotions. Biology was taught to me the time I found out that my chromosomes were totally different from my siblings. I was educated on History by the ridiculous number of times I was asked why I was born--in my face and probably more times behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anatomy was taught to me by the bruises all over my body which I patiently waited on to heal every morning before I went to school. I know enough about Economics by comparing my siblings' bank accounts with my own pathetic bank account.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's how I was built. That's how I was educated. This is why I am me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I did not learn how to hear in school. I only knew one tone. The shouting tone. Yes, even the mere act of asking a question merited shouts from my parents. I stopped asking questions when I was 11. It's been a more quiet existence ever since. Except for the times I get shouted at for other reasons. Reasons that I never understood. Hey, they taught me how to be me, what am I doing wrong then? Oops, I asked a question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always wanted to be like my older brother. But the gap grew further and further as the years went by. Maybe because I was an underachiever. Or that's what I kept on hearing every time relatives were in the house to visit. As I stopped asking questions by then, I never knew if they were really talking about me. I heard my name being mentioned a couple of times but I hoped they were just looking for me as I was busy hiding inside my room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My breakfast consisted of reminders on what I did wrong the previous day. My lunch was always served hot through reminders on the wrong things I did for the day. Dinners were pretty quiet because I always made it a point to leave the house after lunch and just come back when everyone was already sleeping. This is the time when I usually reflect on the wrong things I did that day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My siblings are all wiser than me. They moved out even before the parents got old and semi-senile. Maybe that's my karma. I was an underachiever. I couldn't afford to move out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I think I brought all these upon myself. Most of the time I am reminded by my parents. They actually don't say this to my face anymore. They just show it by being kinder to my siblings when they decide to go home once a month. I always tell myself, "It's just once a month that you feel like you're not the favorite kid. You can do it." I have learned to lie to myself, you see.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My only consolation is death. Their's or mine. Whose evers come first. I don't even know if that last sentence is correct. Grammatically, I mean. Maybe they'll die first since they're older. Maybe I'll die next week because of high cholesterol. Death is indeed the greatest equalizer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Those who know me, please don't worry. I am not inviting death to our house nor am I seeking it. Life is too precious, according to friends. I believe them though. THEIR lives are precious. Mine? I am just a statistic. Unemployed. Still living with the parents. Voted "Most Likely To Grow Bald First in High School". Not the favorite child.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have decided to see the silver lining in my situation though. I will now stop caring. If I get scolded because of something that is not really "scoldable" in most households then I shall not care. I will look at them blankly in the eye and move on to the next situation in my life. I may be scolded again, but this time it would feel better. Because I will not care.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not the favorite child. But do not pity me. Because I am you. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Described by my common sense as "not being certain", "unsure about things", "experiencing quarterlife crisis."&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night, I received my latest bout with uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's funny how you think you are so sure about things but then a couple of words just bring you back to reality (uncertainty?).&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me ask you guys a question.&lt;br /&gt;
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How many times in life have you been sure about something?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, 100 percent sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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We all might come up with the same answer--never.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, never. Because that's the way life is built. We will never know what is in store for us around the corner and what might happen to us if we make a certain decision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, that's what makes life even more exciting. It's like an old game my brother and I used to play called "Choose Your Own Adventure." It was either you advance, get a new weapon, get stuck, die or save the princess (I think this was Mario, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't that fun? Choosing your own destiny? Yes, I believe that God knows our destiny but we are the ones responsible for getting to where/who we are destined to be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So everybody goes through it. Uncertainty. We are just never sure about something until we decide about that something and WE make THAT something that we are sure of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We already made the decision so might as well live with the decision we made by owing up to the consequences of that decision.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Wow, it seems like I write here every New Year's only.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's all right. Nobody follows this blog anyway, haha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, I shall enumerate what I plan to achieve in this coming year and also what my targets are for 2011.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. Choose my battles.&lt;br /&gt;
I will not sweat the small stuff. I read this book before and I should be striving harder to practice this. I will not get too much affected by miniscule things and just pick on major things that I need to handle and worry about. This will also help me in being patient with others. I will not get affected by the little negative things that people do. I am not perfect and so are a lot of people. A LOT OF PEOPLE. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. Control my temper.&lt;br /&gt;
I am presently looking for ways on how to control my temper (Yahoo Search!! Hehe). This always gets me into trouble with my girlfriend and my mom. It's such a waste of time arguing with them so I better control my temper to avoid fights with the two most important women in my life. The times that should be spent for &lt;i&gt;lambing&lt;/i&gt; are most often spent on &lt;i&gt;tampuhans&lt;/i&gt;. This should not be the case.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. Be more patient.&lt;br /&gt;
I should not expect from others. Expectation is always doomed for failure. Once your expectations fall short, you just get disappointed. So might as well not expect anymore so you won't get disappointed. Just hope for the best. I get ticked off especially by stupid people. And also when people think that I'm stupid. I should just be secure with myself and also not treat people like they are wont on doing mistakes. I have to be more patient. Even to my dad who is getting older and older as I'm typing this. My parents are getting older. I should be more patient and caring towards them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. Laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;
What is the easiest thing to do? To laugh. It's free too! Laugh at my mistakes. Laugh at people. Laugh at everything! It's good exercise for the face too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5. Settle Down.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes. Haha. If she says "yes" to my proposal. Abangan ang susunod na kabanata. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This includes getting our own place too. I am so looking forward to spending Christmas and New Year at our own place. With beds and all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baby? We'll see:)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, donations for the wedding and settling down will be appreciated. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.S.&lt;br /&gt;
Two (three because two of them are part of a couple) of my friends were engaged today! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
6. Work, work, work.&lt;br /&gt;
I was blessed to get into Smart last year. I'm still in the so-called transition period but I'm excited to learn more! Work begets work so here's to more work! Better to burn out than to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This goes with my other endeavors too. Maybe I can hire staff already for &lt;a href="http://www.alabangbulletin.com/"&gt;www.alabangbulletin.com&lt;/a&gt; and also maybe 2011 is the year &lt;a href="http://www.pinoycallture.com/"&gt;www.pinoycallture.com&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe these endeavors can pay for our house and car:)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7. Work out.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, this is a promise. I AM FAT, I admit it. I am currently on the lookout for a gym near the office. Three times a week, baby! Let's do this! This includes watching my diet too. No more softdrinks!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm feeling some symptoms of being old and fat already so better do something about this now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
8. Save, save, save.&lt;br /&gt;
I need to discipline myself when it comes to spending. Lessen the dinner out's and gimiks maybe. Bring baon to the office. Don't spend on too much gadgets. Save up for the wedding, the house, the family car, the future!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There, I think I have everything covered. If you're a friend and you happen to read this, please let me know what I need to work on:)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Happy New YOU to everyone! Let us strike while the iron is hot. This is our time. This is YOUR time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go for Goal!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
So based on all those outside influences (and also based on my not so keen sense of observation), here is my take on the upcoming elections.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's confusing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Senatoriables&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bong Revilla is once again leading in the survey for senatoriables according to my mom. "Would you believe?" she added. No, I don't want to believe because I want my faith in my &lt;i&gt;kababayans &lt;/i&gt;restored by learning that they are not really voting for this guy. I do not care if he has passed more bills than Noynoy. He should stick to showbiz. Don't ask me why or don't even call me anti-showbiz. I'm not. Ask my girlfriend. I just feel like there are more deserving statesmen in the country. That's it. Same with Jinggoy Estrada. He too is leading in the surveys, I heard. I don't care if he lost weight already. He had an operation or surgery to achieve that. That's just not fair for overweight and less-moneyed citizens like me. But that's not the reason why I dislike him. I actually don't dislike him. I just don't like him. There's a difference. Again, there are more deserving people. I didn't even feel that he was a senator. I only felt his presence every time he defended his father. He can help the poor some other way. Not with our money.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I will also not vote for Bongbong. This is because I remember what their family did to our country (I hope you do too). And also to my grandfather. But this is another story. Why are Filipinos so forgiving? What if he does what his father did? Even if he doesn't, what CAN he do? Put up solar windmills all over the country? C'mon guys, let's think about this more. We are paying for what his father did. Let us have him pay for what his father did too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lito Lapid is running again?! Strong prayers are required here. In the name of the Father, and of the Son...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maza, Satur Ocampo and Risa Hontiveros. Hmm...weren't they communists? Will they just go against any law that is brought to the Senate? Yes, I heard they are for the people. I hope they really are.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Good thing there's television and electric posts or else I wouldn't know who JV Bautista, Neric Acosta, Silvestre Bello (what the hell is a justiceman?), Lambino (see, I even forgot his family name and I'm even too lazy to google it!) and Ompong Plaza are. But I'm hoping against hope that they win--even just to get rid of the&lt;i&gt; trapos &lt;/i&gt;that are going to&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm voting for Miriam just because I'm afraid of her finding out that I didn't vote for her and her giving me a mouthful about it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I might vote for Rey Langit just because of pity. How many times has he ran for Senate?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Vice Presidentiables&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know about you but I just don't seem to detect any hint of sincerity in Loren Legarda. I don't know why. I also still believe that Mar Roxas married Korina just to get more votes. If they're really in love then good for them. I think Bayani and Binay should just put on gloves and get it over with. I pity Edu. I guess promises are made to be broken. What happened to his funding? As of today, I've only seen four posters of him in the South area of Manila. Chiz Escudero's endorsement of Binay also helped the cause of the Makati mayor. He is now second in the surveys.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Presidentiables&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Erap. What more can I say? Although not convicted, there was semblance of guilt somewhere there, do you agree? He DID something wrong. Although probably not that magnified. I'm pretty sure he did a few things that were not legal. I already talked to an uncle in the US. I'm moving there if Erap wins.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If Villar wins, I hope he doesn't use his power to get back all the money that he's spent in his campaign. To tell you honestly, I don't really care if he did or didn't swim in a sea of garbage or if he celebrated Christmas in the streets. I just don't want him to use our money for personal gains like what everyone else is claiming he'll do. That Camille Villar's a cutie too, huh?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How about that JC Delos Reyes? Isn't he one of the bravest souls you've ever seen? He is probably the most idealistic (borderline crazy?) person I have seen. It seems like he doesn't intend on winning. He just wants his party's advocacy to be known. And he doesn't mind looking crazy doing it too. Now that's courage.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noynoy is Noynoy. Psychiatric test or not, he is still Kris' brother and Cory and Ninoy's son. For me, that's all he is for now. I didn't like what he said about what would happen if he loses though. That's just arrogance. If he wins, I hope he doesn't get Kris as Malacanang's spokesperson. Oh, please Lord, no!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is Dick Gordon the second coming of Raul Roco? Or are they just as impatient as the next losing presidential candidate? I know a lot of people supporting Gordon and I think they all are pretty educated. Too bad most Filipino voters are not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gibo's candidacy is gaining ground. Well, he's a pilot so...Anyway, was he always called Gibo or did he just invent the name just to give him a &lt;i&gt;masa &lt;/i&gt;appeal? Even Erap and Jinggoy say he's the perfect guy for the job other than an Estrada. Well, those are not the most credible of sources anyway. If it's true that most governors are for him then &lt;i&gt;may tulog siya&lt;/i&gt;. If he loses, being identified with PGMA for the longest time will probably be his downfall. He should've disengaged himself earlier. I'm trying to think of a politically correct term for hotness for his wife but I can't seem to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jejejejamby! Is she the leader of the Jejemons? I wonder what happens if she wins. I think she joined just to make campaign life a living hell for Villar. As for Perlas and Bro. Eddie, I haven't seen them enough on TV for me to judge their campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Local Elections and Party Lists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We can only vote for one party list? But there are soooo many of them! Clever names, I may add. It seems like most of them just added the letter "A" in front of their names just so they would be the first ones on the list. Haha. Wise move.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As for the local elections, I'm from Las Pinas and I don't know any of the councilors running. All I know is the incumbent mayor and his family is going to be the mayor for the next 20 or so years. I'm just glad I'm not from where Ara Mina and Manny Pacquiao are.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;TV Commercials&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If Gwen Pimentel wins, will her father always be by her side? Every poster and every television commercial, Nene's there! Gwen passes a bill! Nene is there beside her. As if her mouth can'y speak for the two of them already.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who here hates Sarah Geronimo's jingle for Loren. With a passion. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manong Johnny probably has the most disturbing commercial by far. Check out those dance moves. If you can just "un-vote" a person to give him a negative vote then I probably would just because of his commercials. &lt;i&gt;Gusto niya happy tayo?&lt;/i&gt; He probably should retire then.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I told myself not to vote for candidates with insulting commercials. So far, I have five on my list so "Back Off!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;On PGMA running again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This just lacks class. And this is just plain suspicious. Add to this the Supreme Court allowing her to choose the next Chief Justice. Doubly suspicious. What is she up to? WHAT IS SHE UP TO?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again, I'd like to reiterate that I am just an uninformed observer. All those mentioned above are based on hearsay and those that I've seen on TV and on Facebook. So much for research. But I'm getting there. I'm slowly filtering the candidates. I'm just letting them throw mud at each other then I'll see whose head is above the garbage (haha).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is our first computerized elections so this is going to be exciting (damn, those Sexbomb Girls are distracting!). What kinds of dirty tricks will politicians think of this time? Hopefully not too much lives are wasted this time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pray (this, we should all do a lot) that the winning candidates will be God-fearing and Filipino-fearing at the same time. I pray that they may have moral (or at least legal) consciences to lead our country out of this mess that we are in. I am hopeful that whoever wins will put Filipinos first before their own interests. Let us all be conscientious as well when we vote. Let us not vote just because the candidates had the most number of TV spots or just because Winnie Monsod or Baby James said so. We all know what this country needs. We need moral and strong leaders. Those who can say "no" to temptations and to their evil friends. Those who we can be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before we believe in the candidates, let us first believe in ourselves. That we can pick the best among the rest (not the best, I must say). Remember, this is our future. Our children's and grandchildren's future.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unlike me, let us all be informed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let us all vote wisely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Note:&lt;br /&gt;
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Wisely--a good name for a party list;p&lt;br /&gt;
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The planning here starts way, way before you even think about setting one up. Planning a stag party starts probably three or four years before the actual party. Why? Well, first you have to play Cupid effectively. When a barkada introduces a girlfriend to you, find out if she's "stag-friendly." No, not that if she's going to dance in the party! You know, if you think she's going to be cool with you holding a bachelor's party for her future husband. If she's going to be fine with girls from you-don't-know-where will be dancing (only?) in front of her potential partner in life. If she's not the type who will find out where the stag will be and show up with her girlfriends to surprise (ruin?!) the groom.&lt;br /&gt;
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If she is, then gather your other friends and try to sabotage the relationship. You know your friend won't be happy with her "forever" anyway. Might as well get rid of the party-pooper even before your friend invests all his hard-earned money on her instead of drinks for the party. If you think she's going to be cool enough then for God's sake, offer to buy the engagement ring for her so you can start planning the party soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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After making sure that the girl is "stag party-friendly," then you can move on. There are many factors to consider when planning a stag party--the venue, the activities (as if you don't know what's going to happen, huh?), the attendees (would you believe this is one of the trickiest parts?), the food and booze and of course, the girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let us do a step-by-step approach to the party planning.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Groom&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, let's capitalize the first letter of the noun. Well, simply because you have to capitalize on him. He's going to be your ticket to the party. Let your wife or girlfriend know how close you are and how it would be a capital sin if you didn't show up for his bachelor's party. Develop many good friendships with men (okay, not THAT close, Elton) so that you have many options and parties to go to. Just a reminder, there are many grooms who do not want a stag party held for them. Use your persuasion powers here. Use lines like, "This is going to be it.", "This is your last hurrah. After this, it's just you and her." and "C'mon, make your friends happy too!" Well, that's always a last option. Make the groom understand that a stag party is also a rite of passage. That he won't be a real man if doesn't participate in one. Yeah, use the "You're not a man" card.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Venue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Find a private place. Somewhere you can stay for a long time because you don't know what's going to happen that night. I advise going out of town (yeah, it's safer there and it's always easy to say that there's no signal that party of the country). I don't know if you want to bring cameras or video cams but I suggest you don't. You don't want your doctor's license getting revoked, right? The safer, the better. The photos will haunt you in the end, that I'm sure of. If it's a big area, make sure that you have a more intimate place where the girl/s can dance. Most girls feel uncomfortable dancing in an open space with strangers watching them (what?!?!). Make sure there's enough parking space and also rooms (for you to sleep, of course!).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Accomplices.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, there is money involved here. And if you're like me, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to be burdened by everything even if you're the one in-charge of the revelry. This is where loyalty in friendship comes in. If you have to have your friends sign a written contract then do so. You don't want so-called friends saying "yes" then dropping you like a hot potato on the day itself. That just sucks. Worse part is, you have to cover for them because it would just be improper to ask the groom to do so. Do a loyalty check a week before just to see if they got their dates right or if they're really your friends. There are valid reasons, yes, but stupid reasons are just...well, stupid. Remember, the more, the many-er, the fun-ner! Confirm those who are really coming. If they say "yes" but ditch you the last minute, collect their share after if you still want to see them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Girls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, make that plural. I've heard of fistfights occurring because three guys liked the same girl. Why didn't they just do Jack 'N Poy?! Make sure that the girls know that they will be going to a stag party AND that they will dance--naked! The girls can make up excuses like they didn't know that they were going to dance so make sure that they do know. Of course, we don't have to tell you to look for girls who are experienced dancers and those who don't look like someone who just got into Manila. Remember, it's your boy's last hurrah--make it memorable by getting quality girls. They don't have to be in showbiz (ha? showbiz people do that?!?! duh.) but make sure they at least resemble a woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Miscellaneous.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the most important things that you shouldn't forget and shouldn't have second doubts spending on is the alcohol. Yeah, the drunker the girls, the wilder they get. But too drunk and their night is over so be careful too. Food is also essential as activities during the party might make you hungry. Believe me, you will get hungry. Up to you if you want to hold games but Filipinos are not really so hot into games (I wonder why) and just want to get on with whatever is happening that night.&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all, organizing a stag party is an experience in itself. Yes, your blood pressure might go up a few notches but the stress fades away when you see the groom smiling because he knows what you and your other friends went through to make him happy (among other things). It is a fruitful experience and it brings about many things (not STD's we hope) like camaraderie and brotherly love (yes, you WILL say I Love You to each other after the night is over).&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I can put up a Stag Party Planning School...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;“&lt;i&gt;BONGGA&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;—Increasingly becoming the most  evil phrase invented in recent linguistic memory. Two syllables with the  greatest damage to masculinity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“ONE MARGARITA, PLEASE”&lt;/b&gt;—Nothing corrodes at the  heart of manliness than a silly cocktail glass with salt around the rim  and a sickeningly bright liquid that resembles diluted urine and bearing  almost zero traces of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“CUTE &lt;i&gt;NG&lt;/i&gt; BAG &lt;i&gt;MO&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;—Or just about  anything that involves the word cute together with any piece of  fashion-related accessory. Shameful minus points for familiarity with  French and Italian labels and the words “fake eyelashes.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I’M ON A DIET&lt;/b&gt;—This, along with “no rice,” “diet  Coke,” “brown rice,” and that crime against all logic and decency,  “vegetarian chicharon.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;CARBS&lt;/b&gt;—What, afraid you won’t get your own giant  Bench underwear billboard on Edsa?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;WORKOUT &lt;i&gt;TAYO&lt;/i&gt;, DUDE&lt;/b&gt;—If brotherhood is truly  global, then we must have the decency to avoid inflicting on fellow  members of the species such frightening words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“ROBERT PATTINSON”&lt;/b&gt;—Interchangeable with “Edward  Cullen.” The fact that we are even familiar with him is indicative of  the cracks in our fortress of manhood. Minus 50 macho points for any man  who can provide spirited discourse on the &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt; series.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;SPA&lt;/b&gt;—When the correct term should be “massage  parlor.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;SALON&lt;/b&gt;—There was a time when the world turned on its  tranquil axis and men got haircuts from barbers—in barbershops. It was a  time of harmony and peace: rusty scissors and murderously sharp  straight razors were used, and talcum powder, rubbing alcohol, warm  towels, and an assortment of mysterious burning liniments were slapped  on napes, necks, and faces. There were no such things as “creative  directors,” “senior stylists,” “shampoo and blowdry,” and other  silliness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“BORA”&lt;/b&gt;—Ugly, lazy contraction of that noisy,  overcrowded island with uglier reggae music and Starbucks. Takes on more  emasculating levels when the “R” is not rolled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“&lt;i&gt;HINDI KAYA NG&lt;/i&gt; POWERS &lt;i&gt;KO&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;—Nothings  screams “Darna!” with more passion and silver glitters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“GREEN TEA MOCHA FRAP WITH EXTRA CINAMMON”&lt;/b&gt;—God  designed the male species specifically to avoid the consumption of  overpriced drinks with pointlessly intricate ziggurats of whipped cream  and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“THINGIE”&lt;/b&gt;—Is it the insufferably cute sound? Or do  you say to yourself, “There goes a sensible human being?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“FAVE”&lt;/b&gt;—Sometimes, attempts at terseness tend to  misfire.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“INTERIOR DESIGN”&lt;/b&gt;—Le Corbusier chairs? Mediterranean  walls? Minimalism? Vintage decoupage screens? Mark Hampton? Muji  storage shelves? Why, the cave is our natural habitat–and Orocan its  only sensible furniture.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“TOTE”&lt;/b&gt;—Used in a sentence: “I tote I saw a pussy–not  pussy cat. Just pussy.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“LET’S PARTY!”&lt;/b&gt;—Manly men will get drunk, stoned,  laid, beat the crap out of each other, swim in vomit, tossed unconscious  into a cab, and wake up in a strange sidewalk somewhere in Montalban.  But they will never, ever fucking party.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOSSIP GIRL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;—Self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By Lourd de Veyra &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can I also add some more words?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Naman!&lt;/b&gt;" -- popularized by this DJ and now TV Host. Even when Vic Sotto said this in one of his commercials, it still didn't work for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Type!&lt;/b&gt;" -- when guys like something, we should say "trip" not "type", uki? (haha)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Plastic&lt;/b&gt;" -- when you find someone who is not genuine, you should say "kupal" and not plastic. "She's so plastic!" doesn't sound masculine, right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Fridge&lt;/b&gt;" -- yes, it's really the correct way of "shortcutting" refrigerator but it still sounds so girly. "Ref" still sounds better and more, ahem, macho, pare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Hi&lt;/b&gt;" -- yeah, just say "Yo!" or something. "Hi" with a wave is too highschool-ish. You can also say "Hey."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Kailangan ko na magpagupit&lt;/b&gt;" -- uhm, we guys shouldn't say this. we just need to do this. it's calling too much attention on your hair and to yourself in a Kris Aquino kind of way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;b&gt;Mickey D's&lt;/b&gt;" -- it's MCDO. Dial 8-MCDO and not 8-MICKEY D's (good luck in finding the apostrophe on your phone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There, my two centavos worth of what we guys should not say:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Byee!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;- Dinjo&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At least I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could've served Him better. I could've served Him more. I could have been kinder to the people around me. I could have been more moral.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could have done more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But why didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because I am a lazy Christian. I promised (again) God that I would not miss Sunday mass this 2010 but what happened? I watched the PBA instead. I went malling instead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I still pray every night before I sleep and have regular conversations with Him. But what comprises my prayers? It's always "sorry" for doing this. "Sorry" for doing that. "Please" grant me this. "Please" give me that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thank Him, yes. But after this, what? I go on and sin more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know it is a choice--to be good and to be a better person. And that is the only thing that God asks of us. For us to be better Christians. Keyword, "better." Better than how/what you were yesterday. A better individual. A better friend. A better employee. A better boyfriend. A better brother and a better son. A better son to God.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time of Lent and after Holy Week, let us all be better. Not bitter. Better. Because that is what God wants us to be. That's why He endured everything. Bloodied and weak, He continued on. He died. For us. So that we can live today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today is Good Friday. Let us all try to be "good." After Holy Week, let us all try our best to be "holy."&lt;br /&gt;
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Let us all try to be better versions of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
What you'll see and hear is Anne Curtis' plea for people to respect her and not to spread the video and photos of her private part accidentally being exposed in ASAP's shoot for a show in Boracay.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See the video by clicking on this&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meme.yahoo.com/bastashowbiz/p/PYtMzIs/?cid=phtd" style="color: red;"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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C'mon, guys, let's cut her some slack. Like what Sam Milby said, what if this happened to your mom or you sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
And then age caught up with him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But he does not want to acknowledge it. Like some of us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gone are the days when you were the most sought bachelor in your group or school. Aside from the world becoming bigger, your hair line has gone higher. You are not the most fit person in your office and you are not the only one who can reach the basketball ring on your gym (if ever you did). Girls are looking at you because you forgot to pull up that zipper of yours and not because they find you handsome. Your parents still think the world of you but that their world would be happier and less expensive if you find a world of your own outside their house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is when you realize that you are who you are and what you have become is because of what you have done in your life so far.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have excess fat because you did not exercise. You're still living with your parents because you did not save enough of your salary but instead bought Magic Cards. You take the jeep because you sold your car and soul to the devil (okay, this is an exaggeration). You are not happy with your life because you did not invest in it. And now you cannot take that you are no longer the lucky somamabitz that you probably were 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are now old. When you go to clubs, girls you offer drinks to say, "No thanks, &lt;i&gt;po&lt;/i&gt;." You are no longer called "&lt;i&gt;hijo&lt;/i&gt;" but "&lt;i&gt;manong&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;
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You are now old because you chose to be old.&lt;br /&gt;
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Get over it. Accept it. Then enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;
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