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Vanessa Raymundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who landed on the tenth spot of the Bar Topnotchers. I am so proud of you dear!!! The moment Justice Tinga announced your name I felt like collapsing as if it was my name announced. Idol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sorority sisters, Congratulations. AD ASTRA ASPIRA!!! You've finally reached the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Divi Bles Defante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Wilhelmina Mojet Dayag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To MES Divi, the burden that you had to carry as you traverse the journey to the bar was not ordinary as compared to the other sisses. That same burden that I also have almost made me give up this journey that I haven't even finished a greater part of it. But you, you made it through until you reached your star. You inspired me to keep moving forward despite the challenge that we have. You are my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my fraternity brothers, congratulations as well, most especially to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Emmanuel Castillo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among the brothers who took the bar exams, I consider you as my closest brod after all the laugh trips after each Sunday, you deserve a special greeting on my blog! hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to my La Salle friends, I am so proud of you! Gone were the days when we just lounge in the backseats of the Miguel classrooms, laughing our ass out, if not bashing our favorite rivals. That was our biggest battle at that time. Now my friends, you are now authorized to fight your battles inside the court room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your triumph, it gave me a brighter way towards the bar. If you guys can, why can't I? We all have the same wave length anyway!!! haha* I just pray that we have the same fate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, thank you for without your success I wouldn't be having this burning passion and belief that in 2011 we will call each other compañero and compañeras!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Katherine Villena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Jacqueline Palmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Eric Juan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Ysidra May Kintanar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Timothy David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Kaye Clemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my dear friends and sisters who were not able to rejoice, do not be disheartened. To borrow the words of brother &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Delbert Clifford Buena+, &lt;/span&gt;"they can only delay me, but they cannot deny my destiny". You will all reach your stars. If not 2008, then 2009!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brod Delbert, rest in peace. You made it!!! Fiat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-1489655158847962568?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/1489655158847962568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=1489655158847962568&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1489655158847962568" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1489655158847962568" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/04/hopeful.html" title="Congratulatons attorney friends!" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2462919840255602312</id><published>2009-03-31T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:44:38.217+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><title type="text">My Post Some Years Back</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came across one of my blogs and I read some of the posts. I just want to share what I've written before. This writing shows how clueless I was about the law. It made me laugh especially when I said that we should start imposing taxes on the churches. Clearly unlearned of the law. hehe*** anyway just read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;January 27, 2005&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;a name="110702041166359382"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://accoloma.blogspot.com/2005/01/house-bill-no-3555-bitter-pill.html"&gt;House Bill No. 3555: The Bitter Pill!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have I become so aloof? I try to watch the news everyday to get me updated with what's happening in the corner and I'm not hiding in a cave, pero bakit ngayon ko lang nabalitaan na napasa na sa House of Representatives pala ang VAT Restructuring Bill? Hindi ko man lang nabalitaan na pinag-uusapan na ito sa Congress! I guess I was just bombarded with sensationalized news, those petty street crimes, and all, that I failed to notice the bigger and more important news. Or siguro, ganun lang talaga kagaling mag-conduct ng railroad/marathon sessions ng Congress lalu kapag may pressure from the President?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is ironic that I have little knowledge of economics, taxation, and all samantalang it has been my mom's job even before I was born. I must say that I have limited knowledge about taxation, so limited that any layman without formal education would even understand. Anyway, I'm not going to deal with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm aware that it is a part of the program of the Arroyo Administration and I also know about the nation's worsening fiscal problems. I understand the effort of the government in implementing measures to save our nation, but I just feel for the poor people. Definitely they are the ones who'll be affected greatly. Although there are major considerations in exempting the basic commodities, such as rice, corn, fish (bangus, tilapia, galunggong), eggs, noodles, fruits, beef, pork, and chicken. Paano ang mga sardinas, paano na kung ang isda ilagay sa lata, na hindi exempted sa VAT? Ergo, prices will still increase right?! And I'm wondering why independent power producers, and other cosmetic services are exempted from VAT? And I'm talking about cosmetic surgeries here, alright! Hindi naman kayang i-afford ng mga mahihirap ang magbayad ng ganung kalaki para lang sa pagpapaganda. My point here is, oo nga at we have to take the 'bitter pill' as Zubiri put it, para maligtas ang mamamayan sa mas malaking problema but the thing is, ang laki na ng pasanin ng consumers walang katapusang pagtaas ng gasolina, electricity, water, products and services, tapos tataas ulit hindi naman tumataas ang sweldo nila?! Bakit hindi kasi i-consider ang pagpataw ng buwis sa mga exempted gaya ng.... simbahan, maybe?! O kaya, mas mahigpit na monitoring sa mga hindi nagbabayad ng buwis. Ang daming negosyante ang hindi nagbabayad ng tamang buwis... Hmm, I should know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart goes out to the poor Filipino. Personally, hindi ganun kasakit ang nararamdaman ko sa pagtaas ng VAT kasi hindi ako nagtratrabaho, kung may pera man ako bigay lang sa akin yun. Sa tuwing titignan ko ang resibo ng mga binili ko sa tuwing mag-shshopping ako, iniisip ko kung san napupunta yung 10% ng binayaran ko. Kung hindi ko pala nabalitaan ang pagincrease ng VAT, magugulat na lang pala ako sa pagtingin ko sa resibo ko next time... Ako, napapansin ko ang epekto ng VAT, paano pa kaya yung simpleng mamamayan na walang humpay sa pagtrabaho. Pagod at pawis ang puhunan para sa perang kikitain pero saan mapupunta sa VAT na pambayad sa basic services? Pero malala situation ng bansa kung hindi kikilos ng mga ganyang alternatibo ang pamahalaan anong mangyayari sa atin in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung saan talaga ako lulugar sa issue na ito. Pero kung bitter pill nga ito, sana hindi naman ganun katagal ang pagtiis ng mga Pilipino sa pag-inom ng gamot na ito". Sana hindi ma-immune ang mga kawawang Pilipino, Gaya ng sinabi ni Mr. Palengke, sana ito ay "sunset provision" lang. Kapag naka-recover ng konti ang bansa (sana talaga matupad ang recovery!), sana i-reduce nila ulit ang VAT. Sana tuparin ni Joe de Venecia at ni Nograles ang pangako nilang reduction ng VAT kapag nag-improve na ang fiscal problems ng bansa. Hanggang kailan kaya magtitiis ang Pilipino? Sana hindi ganun katagal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa Senado kaya, ganun din kaya kabilis ang pagpasa nito gaya sa House of Representatives? Sabi kasi ni Drilon, gagawin ang lahat para mapasa ito in the soonest possible time...Hmmm... Ano kaya gagawin ng opposition senators para dito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, can I just say, bakit nagiging trend na ata ng mga elected leaders ang pag-walk out kapag hindi maganda ang pinatutunguhan ng usapan/ debate nila? I just notice it, at kahit mas suportado ko ang ilan sa mga Congressman na nagwalk out nung isang araw, tingin ko hindi tama ginagawa nila. Sana tinapos na lang nila properly ang session para alam nila kung anong ending, kahit hindi in favor sa kanila, at least alam nila gagawin nila... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-2462919840255602312?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2462919840255602312/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2462919840255602312&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2462919840255602312" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2462919840255602312" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-post-some-years-back.html" title="My Post Some Years Back" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7434975407380588423</id><published>2009-03-31T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:50:16.325+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><title type="text">getting a life</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past years had been very stressful for me. Traversing the law school journey had so much to do with it. Since I entered law school, I started to gain weight! I am uncontrollably at the brink of becoming obese! And I absolutely abhor that fact. Just this evening I saw my picture taken 2 years ago. I can't believe how far I've become now from my shape in that picture. Aside from that, I became a constant visitor of the emergency room of UST from throbbing head pain to acute gastritis to emergency appendectomy. Although it would be quite unfair to blame it all on the stress caused by law school, but much of the change in my lifestyle was caused by such that lead me to this various sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking, is the law life really for me?! hehe* I am still in law school, I have a two-three semesters left before I plunge in to the biggest battle but as of this writing I feel so unhealthy, old, and ugly!!! All for the law degree. All for the ATTORNEY! Mabuhay naman kaya ako long enough to reap all the efforts I devoted in studying law?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bare with my drama... Wala lang talaga ako masulat na iba. I just want to write all my brain farts in this blog. I kept on swearing that I'll update my blog often, I'll revive this blog, blah blah blah... Yet you will notice that my latest posts are like 1 or 2 months apart from the last post.&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman I want to limit my blog to posts that are sensible, something that are acceptable to the public, something that would not defame me in the future when I look back at my writings. The thing is, what if I don't have anything sensible to say? That would leave my blog rotten and my mind cluttered... It has been cluttered ever since but at least I believe that writing is therapeutic. So I have to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I want to do now is to write unabashedly about my thoughts, apprehensions, dreams, and hopes in life. If this blog would look lame, mundane (as it has been naman eversince, feelingera!) then so be it. This will be my outlet from all the stress in law school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta I just want to organize my life. I want to do a lot of things. I've become a slave of this cloth bound books, tons of cases, highlighters, etc... I need to get a life... Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7434975407380588423?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7434975407380588423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7434975407380588423&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7434975407380588423" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7434975407380588423" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-life.html" title="getting a life" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7297437771839704151</id><published>2009-03-14T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:38:51.529+08:00</updated><title type="text">sembreak: Tax professor rant</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the official start of my sembreak. After this week, I'm off to enroll for the summer term which will last for a month. I have to make this sacrifice 'coz it will be a lot harder for the first semester of the next school year if I let this summer pass by just bumming. Few more semesters left before the bar exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been relieved that this semester is over. However, I'm a bit disappointed because of the possibility of failing Taxation 1. To begin with, my semester started with optimism and enthusiasm about the subject. I've been hearing about tax since birth, seriously! However, this vigor deteriorated gradually as begin to immerse myself with the subject. I realized that the wordings of the law on taxation are two technical that no layman would understand it outright. The sadder part is that our professor who happens to be a topnotcher in the CPA board exam, a topnotcher in the Bar examinations, a current Commissioner in one of the most controversial government agencies as of this writing, did not help us understand the subject. Instead, he bombarded us with tons of cases that grappled our time and effort. I know we are trained to read a lot of cases, then who am I to complain if you may ask? The thing is instead of giving us a brief background about the subject, he gave us the list of cases and started to conduct recitations. I was able to survive the recitation rounds without passing but I was like a robot who just loaded all the data in my memory but that's only good for a couple of minutes, then my mind bugs down.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of all this, I got a very low grade in the exam. It is by far the lowest grade I ever received in my entire academic life! Although I don't fret on that part after all no one passed in the class and my grade is still relatively on the average. But we were all surprised when we received our booklets. All of us were confident that we'll pass. However this person seemed to have a different approach on the questions. No one got the right answer in what seemed to be the easiest question in the exam. Hell, I even mentioned the corresponding jurisprudence applicable and yet, I got a big fuggin* X mark on that number! We checked our books and some of us even answered in verbatim. But still!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not only that, I compared my answer to my classmate who got the highest grade in the class. It was with regard to an objective question. My answer was more complete as compared to my classmate. I even checked the books again. And yet, compared to my classmate, I was 3 points short of the grade that my classmate had. Unfair to highest level!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I know that I have bleak chances of passing the subject. But I don't really feel too bad about it (emphasis on the word too). Of course, I'd be very disappointed after all the effort and time I've put through it. But the thing is, what can I do with an unfair teacher? What can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind a teacher who flunks half of the class if not the entire class, if I know that teacher really puts time to aid their students understand the subject. That is not spoon feeding.  If the student still failed despite the effort of the teacher, then  no regrets. By all means the problem is really with the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher covered the Tax Code sections 35 - 104 in 2 1/2 hours!!! Beat that! Try to read the provisions of the NIRC. Hell, does he expect that all of us have an idea of what the words written in the code are that we can absorb everything in one sitting? It is not like the Revised Penal Code or the New Civil Code that has provisions that even if you're drowsy or sleepy, still you'd get the gist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOXIC!!! He even required the class to submit a case digest on the cases assigned. 200 cases and rulings if I estimated it right. I was able to make half of it. Not bad. And we had to submit that in his office in Ortigas! shet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for the passing grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7297437771839704151?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7297437771839704151/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7297437771839704151&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7297437771839704151" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7297437771839704151" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/03/sembreak-tax-professor-rant.html" title="sembreak: Tax professor rant" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-670118836955051434</id><published>2009-02-19T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:25:48.550+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><title type="text">facebooking in the wee hours</title><content type="html">pakshet! for some reason, I can't log in to my blogger account in our library. Much as i wanted to blog, I can't. Screw that free internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that's why I missed surfing the internet. It's 3 in the morning already and I am nursing this throbbing pain in my head again. Yet I am still here glued to the monitor, blogging. Actually, I am playing in Facebook. The sorority game thing is quite addicting. I'm just waiting for my energy level to load up that's why I had the chance to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I terribly missed the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the student council had the elections yesterday. And I am very happy about the results of the elections. Most of the candidates I voted won in the elections. Ok, I'm going to blog about that sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta. My mind is cluttered with so many things, ideas, apprehensions, etc. The school pressure is just too much to handle. I might die any minute! hehe kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really I am frigging stressed out! I badly needed to unwind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-670118836955051434?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/670118836955051434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=670118836955051434&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/670118836955051434" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/670118836955051434" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebooking-in-wee-hours.html" title="facebooking in the wee hours" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-8297645794499841076</id><published>2009-02-16T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:00:40.297+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LOVE" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><title type="text">tax on the 14th</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Much as I wanted to just chill on heart's day, I can't. I have Tax class on that day. So I have to spend the morning in the dorm reading the Tax Code which is more like reading a Morse code, then head off to school for the two hour class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how to approach chubs on this special day. Well I got a gift for him. White chocolates which I molded and that's where I wrote my message. I don't know how to give this to him without my classmates seeing it. But no matter how I hide it, still my sorority sis wanted to see my gift for him and she wanted to see his reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the class, we went to Trinoma for our short mall date! I can say that this is quite a unique valentines since we opted to ride a jeepney on our way to the mall. Well not that we're cheapskates. Most of the PUVs - FX and taxis are loaded so if we waited for an FX or a taxi, perhaps we'll spend the valentines in Morayta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed by the huge crowd in front of the mall. But there's no turning back, we're hungry! So no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dined in Italiannis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was whining like a kid when I asked him why he didn't give me flowers. I know it's uncalled for pero nagpapacute lang ako noh. Anyway, he gave me this blue paper and three pieces of local chocolates which you'll find only in the sidewalks of Morayta. I didn't read the letter at once. He didn't want me to. So I just read it in the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended quite fast. After dinner, he gave me his gift which was a Teal Little Miss Lawyer tshirt, then walked some more, then finally, go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am not supposed to narrate about my Valentines date. I am supposed to blog about a very romantic letter that I received that day. Yes, it was from him. I can't stop the tears falling as I read the letter. I may not have received a bouquet that I always wished for but I had the sweetest, most romantic gift ever- that blue letter, the one that bears his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-8297645794499841076?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/8297645794499841076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=8297645794499841076&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8297645794499841076" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8297645794499841076" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/02/tax-on-14th.html" title="tax on the 14th" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7206539791876855667</id><published>2009-02-05T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:18:55.537+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><title type="text">Loaded</title><content type="html">Loaded and cluttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two adjectives perfectly describes what my mind is feeling right now. That seemed to be contradictory, mind=feeling. Anyhow, just bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's barely a week since I had the last midterm exam in one of my subjects. And next week, I'll have my final exam in an elective subject. The week after, in a 3 unit subject. Not to mention the tons of homeworks due for each subjects. This is torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to feel that I am losing my sanity because of all the pressure coming from school. And being the worry-wart that I am, the pressure heats up even more every time I think about my mom's health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not living! I am a robot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, I got Noy to keep me sane. I broke down just last night because I couldn't take all these anymore. He made me ponder on how I am wasting my time worrying. Because of that, I felt slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's really cluttered with too much stuff. I want to do a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to blog again. I swear. haha I have a new layout. This is a lot cuter than my other designs. haha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7206539791876855667?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7206539791876855667/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7206539791876855667&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7206539791876855667" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7206539791876855667" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/02/loaded.html" title="Loaded" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-1423435607645604584</id><published>2009-01-03T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:12:55.354+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="PAST TIME" /><title type="text">Best of 2008</title><content type="html">&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;1) BUDDY OF THE YEAR?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;&gt; Anthony, Ritchel, Jessie, Celyn, Muriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;2) LIFETIME SERVICE AWARD (longest friend)&lt;/div&gt; 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i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;20) NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;&gt; fulfill all your past resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-1423435607645604584?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/1423435607645604584/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=1423435607645604584&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1423435607645604584" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1423435607645604584" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-of-2008.html" title="Best of 2008" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6907213561226471555</id><published>2008-12-22T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:34:35.496+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><title type="text">Scrapblogging for the holidays</title><content type="html">I wasn't able to keep my promise of updating this blog. I am too busy. But now that it's a holiday, I'll get the chance to blog once again. I am thinking of posting my wishlist here. But it will be useless since I try to keep my blog anonymous from my friends and family. So they'll not be able to read what I want. Anyway, I am just gonna post my personalized e-card. This is what I am sending to my family and relatives abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="312" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=1195811&amp;amp;showShareButton=true&amp;amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;amp;partnerId=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=1195811&amp;amp;showShareButton=true&amp;amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;amp;partnerId=1" height="312" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-6907213561226471555?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6907213561226471555/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6907213561226471555&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6907213561226471555" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6907213561226471555" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrapblogging-for-holidays.html" title="Scrapblogging for the holidays" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-1836553442164085613</id><published>2008-10-28T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:53:35.175+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><title type="text">Star sign reads today:</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your latest health concern should be addressed quickly -- that way you will know it's nothing to worry about sooner! This should serve as a good wake up call toward taking better care of your physical self. Drinking more water, taking more walks, and eating more vegetables are all good things you're not doing enough of! Drastic measures aren't required to be healthier -- making small changes that you can live with is the only thing you need to do in order to make your next checkup more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Yah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this afternoon, I was shocked when a gooey fluid dripped from my wound. I didn't want to move at all and was at the brink of fainting. I was rushed to the emergency room only to find out that it's just a normal secretion after a surgery. *sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear I am serious at getting myself healthy and fit. It's been so long since I realized that I am almost obese, and yet I did nothing to prevent myself from being what I am right now. After my surgery, I had so many realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am really dead-serious to achieve my goals for my health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose weight- back to 115 lbs. 31% of ... you will be gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthier foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect hydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more double chin! bloatness! shortness of breath!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha* yun na. Game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-1836553442164085613?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/1836553442164085613/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=1836553442164085613&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1836553442164085613" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1836553442164085613" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-sign-reads-today.html" title="Star sign reads today:" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7516661790664590084</id><published>2008-10-25T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:50:32.724+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LAW SCHOOL" /><title type="text">Ad Astra Aspira</title><content type="html">"a rough road will lead to a star..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I reached one of my stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I got my grades and was able to enroll for the second semester. Although I am not so satisfied with my grade in one of the minor subjects, I am still very happy and thankful that I passed all the subjects. I got high grades in the major subjects, was able to meet the QPI, and the best part of it, I made it to the Dean's List!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the drama and adventures that traversed the past semester, school adjustment, sickness, love issues, hectic schedule, I still reached my goals. I couldn't be more thankful... I couldn't make it through without the Divine Intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the Glory! Hail dear Mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enrollment was as usual, such a hassle. But I am still in high spirits despite waiting in vain, despite hunger, despite the pain in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 19 units this semester. This is hell tougher than my 16 units the previous semester. But just like my previous post about the life of a slacker, the first illustration depicts how revved up I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't be the same slacker as I did before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can and somebody is beside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on charging the mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7516661790664590084?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7516661790664590084/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7516661790664590084&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7516661790664590084" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7516661790664590084" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/ad-astra-aspira.html" title="Ad Astra Aspira" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6809733014172455163</id><published>2008-10-22T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:47:35.759+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="FAMILY" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WORLD IS AN OYSTER" /><title type="text">first day out</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What better way to spend my first day out after a successful operation? There's none except to pay homage to the Redemptorist Church- Home of Dear Mother of Perpetual Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't say that I am a devotee of the Mother of Perpetual Help. But whenever I have the time, I go with my mom to the Church for the novena. Although I read my prayer book before I sleep, slip it inside my pocket whenever I go out, or touch her image posted on my wall or in my codals. Does that make me a devotee? Not still , right?! But I have strong faith with Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted all my petitions to Her. And she has granted all of it in the most perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day before I was rushed to the hospital, I went here for the novena mass. I gave thanks for a good medical examination results for my mother. I lifted my little prayers such as passing my Property subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after, I undergone a successful surgery. And I found out that I passed Property. So despite the lingering pain, I never had any doubts whether to visit Her and give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SP9CZeDuRlI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JzoQGkYYq-c/s1600-h/...1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SP9CZeDuRlI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JzoQGkYYq-c/s400/...1440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995895124870738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't walk any farther so we just stayed in the bench nearest to the Church door. While waiting for the next novena, I took my phone, looked up to the sky, and got this magnificent shot of the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, sitting, waiting for the next novena. This is the best picture of myself after walking under the scorching heat of the sun with a speed like a turtle, and while wearing green and white striped pajama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SP9CZo5JU0I/AAAAAAAAB7s/94hcs7JoXAk/s1600-h/...1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SP9CZo5JU0I/AAAAAAAAB7s/94hcs7JoXAk/s400/...1442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995898033296194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything dear Mother... I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-6809733014172455163?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6809733014172455163/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6809733014172455163&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6809733014172455163" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6809733014172455163" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-day-out.html" title="first day out" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SP9CZeDuRlI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JzoQGkYYq-c/s72-c/...1440.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-8751816921785179759</id><published>2008-10-21T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:09:28.039+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="FAMILY" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WORLD IS AN OYSTER" /><title type="text">Bye Appendix</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/74/3"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.accoloma.multiply.com/image/4/photos/74/300x300/3/1385.jpg?et=5e28zVWYh,Sls3wWJWY2ow&amp;amp;nmid=121200697" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had an emergency appendectomy last Thursday. What I thought was yet another usual stomach upset turned out to be an experience of a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I woke up with an excruciating pain from my stomach. I just thought that it was caused by the missed bowel movement that day. But soon as I did my thing, the worst followed. Non-stop vomiting every hour, even every 15 minutes... I didn't want to take anything orally not even medications because my stomach will just reject it. And it was even more painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;At first I didn't want to tell my mom about what I was feeling. But I was chilling already and the pain was overwhelming that I had to rush downstairs and call Ate Chona for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I took a bath, anticipating that it would be my last for the coming days. Soon as mom arrived, they rushed me to the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The doctors didn't give any medications initially. I was still under observation. Pain was still there although a bit tolerable than when I was at home. I was more comfortable in the emergency room with lesser trips to the comfort room to vomit once more. My complete blood count was taken. The results were released after two hours. It revealed that my white blood cell count was high. At that time, mom was already mad because the resident doctors didn't inform my physician that I was in the emergency room which was a usual procedure to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;When my doctor knew about it, he immediately went to me and instructed to inject nexium for the pain. He made palpations in my stomach and concluded that it was appendicitis. That was the initial findings of the resident doctors as well. He then instructed to put me in admission, put IV, and no food nor water intake for the next hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I was sent to my room using a stretcher as I couldn't sit comfortably in a wheel chair anymore. We waited for the final assessment of the surgeon. Several resident doctors entered my room. Some were under my gastroenterologist while some were under the surgeon. The surgeon finally arrived at 10 in the evening. Without conducting any palpation or auscultation, he already said let's go. I'll see you in the operating room in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;That was it. I was not given the opportunity to reject. Time was of the essence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The nurse assisted me in changing my clothes to hospital gown, placed me in the stretcher, and went to the operating room. Although I still had a few last minute text messages sent to  my friend. Then after that, I gave my phone to mom. I thought that she could go with me inside the operating room. But she wasn't allowed anymore. Good thing she was able to kiss me while we were still in the room and she slipped my little prayer book in between my left hand and the splint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I just smiled at her to make her feel that I am ok. But I was actually scared. That was my first major operation. But I take inspiration from her since she's been through several surgery in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The anaesthesiologist talked with me and then informed me of what to expect. Afterwards, the anaesthesia was injected to me. Only a few minutes after that, I was numb already. Later did I know, I was asleep and the operation started already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I woke up in the middle of the operation. I thought that they opened my whole stomach. I even heard my surgeon asked the anaesthesiologist if I was awake. At that time, I was looking at my blood pressure projected in the monitor above my head. The doctor patted my head and told me to just go to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Then the operation was over. I was placed in the recovery room. But I really wanted to go back to my room already. It took me two hours to stabilize and my sensation return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Mom and Kuya was asleep when I returned. Mama was relieved. Another medication was injected so I didn't get to know what happened next. Although I still remember that one of the resident surgeons visited me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The following morning I began to feel the pain. Although most of the day I was asleep. Several doctors and nurses enter my room every so often to monitor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The next day was hell. I was instructed to stand and walk and so I did. It was painful. I couldn't cough not even move and my left hand where the IV was injected started to swell. I cried several times because of either the pain in my wound or in my left hand while antibiotics was injected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Some friends and relatives visited me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Sooner I began to feel better. Pain was still there. Going to the cr was just a futile attempt. But I did it through the help of my mom and Uncle Ruben. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Now I am here at home. Still in the recovery process. I am very happy and grateful to God that He cured me from my sickness and He has given me such a wonderful family and friends who prayed and supported me in every way that they can. Not only that, He also blessed me with a good news as I passed my Property subject this semester. Just a few more, all will be great. I know God will give it to me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I am just sad as I had to bid good bye to my little appendix who's been with me throughout all the food trips. I wasn't able to see him but I know he is now resting... haha*&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-8751816921785179759?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/8751816921785179759/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=8751816921785179759&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8751816921785179759" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8751816921785179759" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-appendix.html" title="Bye Appendix" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2589483192176216377</id><published>2008-10-20T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:07:31.944+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LAW SCHOOL" /><title type="text">Slacker: Crammer: Life of a student</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't seen my grades for this semester yet. Some of my classmates saw it already. Some got good results, others didn't. I am not yet ready. I am still in the recovery process from my emergency appendectomy. Auditing myself on how I did this semester. I saw this from another friend's blog and I realized that this is how I exactly acted the whole semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very funny. But I should stop from being this if I really want to excel. Irrespective of what my grades will be this semester, I'll stop from being this kind of student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Every New Semester:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wkgAoKCmcAABMZSUY1/new%20sem.gif?et=%2CCinQjJEa9rvQSMpA%2B5xdg&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After First Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wk7QoKCmcAABgSgFQ1/AFTER%201ST%20WEEK.gif?et=lAQF4Xgira6mO724CKe7ww&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After Second Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wlSAoKCmcAACnfZII1/AFTER%202ND%20WEEK.gif?et=GuRmlBCKBwVBBFsqe7ec0g&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Before the Mid-Term Test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wlYwoKCmcAACUnPsQ1/BEFORE%20THE%20MID.gif?et=D076AYI8E0ZcGthtpf0C0A&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;During the Mid-Term Test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wloAoKCmcAACs-hjk1/DURING%20THE%20MID.gif?et=loj1UUDr8zEecOe%2B7UwTSQ&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After the Mid-Term Test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wlxAoKCmcAACrtf181/AFTER%20THE%20MID.gif?et=RWAFxBS6HutWQHJXXk8TXw&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Before the Final Exams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmFAoKCmcAADLaQTU1/BEFORE%20THE%20FINAL.gif?et=93GOX6%2BVDSBVhrZJ9nlKqg&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Once Get to Know the Final Exam Schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmMAoKCmcAAD5hj681/FINAL%20EXAM%20SCHEDULE.gif?et=xj4BKC9zIcAM1UNtUsC%2B5Q&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmRwoKCmcAADQAaVM1/7%20DAYS.gif?et=wohEegrTWinoZppZjZysFQ&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-woEwoKCmcAAFW-4t81/6%20DAYS.gif?et=1przPSOpRSLJtvzR%2BLDNXw&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wn7woKCmcAAF8iCqs1/5%20DAYS.gif?et=riGoIv7%2C%2BT2RHiCUEEm0MA&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnwgoKCmcAAFLL2981/4%20DAYS.gif?et=2kFXA7SqG2kIahcohrvY2w&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnogoKCmcAAFag8tw1/3%20DAYS.gif?et=nxrzB86NEk95nzTIZaobNA&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnfQoKCmcAAEkxv@41/2%20DAYS.gif?et=o8taz5wuLI7qfDqgibSoSw&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1 Day Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnWwoKCmcAAFLL27Y1/1%20DAY.gif?et=7oiMwOvJLwlKonLJLugPlw&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Night Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnLAoKCmcAAEZ@75k1/THE%20NIGHT.gif?et=po6t33EBGd7HBv7IZthT4A&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1 Hour Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnAAoKCmcAAErhxsI1/1%20HOUR.gif?et=%2BIZfp4UfcMBlYLGhm7VldQ&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;During the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmzwoKCmcAADsBhr01/DURING%20THE%20FINAL.gif?et=f%2CqC%2B1hnK3Bx0VlHFYgmIA&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Once Walk Out From the Examination Hall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmngoKCmcAAD5jkfU1/WALK%20OUT.gif?et=ehQY3AvOIggWjbHUtTaedg&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After the Final Exam, During the Holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmcgoKCmcAAD-51441/AFTER%20FINAL.gif?et=rrSJooxMalJ0zncKHq9GrQ&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-2589483192176216377?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2589483192176216377/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2589483192176216377&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2589483192176216377" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2589483192176216377" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/slacker-crammer-life-of-student.html" title="Slacker: Crammer: Life of a student" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-8597824038771941814</id><published>2008-10-07T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:02:26.957+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LAW SCHOOL" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHOPPING" /><title type="text">content-free</title><content type="html">This is yet another content free post. Literal!!! As in shallow post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mind's preoccupied with nothing but the future material acquisitions I am planning to fulfill. Should I make a list of it? Sheesh... never mind. somebody might see this blog and think how ridiculous I am for posting such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, there's nothing in my mind right now other than those. While I am supposed to be studying for my exams on Friday and Saturday. I'll do it tomorrow. Promise! And I'm gonna nail the exams in those subjects once again! As of now, I'll free my thoughts from those things then soon as I'm done, I'll study na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand myself. Just as when the semester is about to end, here I am all revved up to ace all my subjects. Too late na noh?! I'm at the brink of danger in some of my subjects. I don't even know if I'll meet the QPI eh. But I should shed off the negative vibes, I'll put the law of attraction to use! I'll pass all my subjects! I'll get high grades! I'll be in the dean's list!!! haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta I trust dear Mother of Perpetual Help for all my petitions. I lift it all to Thee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of being revved up in my studies, next semester, I swear I'm going to have some perestroika with the way I study, project myself, as in total make over! I'm not going to be this fickle-minded, plan less student. I'll stick to my game plan! And get rid of my distractions. What are these distractions?! Go figure!!! Basta I know na what to do. And then with regard to projecting myself, I'd be more fierce than ever! This semester, I opted to become a prim and proper girl. But next semester, I'll be more fiercy in all aspects. Power na 'to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-8597824038771941814?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/8597824038771941814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=8597824038771941814&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8597824038771941814" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8597824038771941814" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/content-free.html" title="content-free" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2169433845260292645</id><published>2008-10-05T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:56:14.732+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><title type="text">Looking Back: Reconstruct</title><content type="html">Wala na. My blog died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two months have passed na wala man lang post. And to think that I brag this blog to one of my professors in law school ha! So many things happened in my life for the past months. All life changing and yet I didn't bother to chronicle. Why wasn't I able to blog them? It's either because I'm busy that I don't have time to go online, I'm lazy, or the things are just too complicated to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I moved in to my little box, the only chance that I can go online is when I'm in school, when I'm tired of reading my books, or when I hang out in the study lounge and pay P25 for an hour of internet usage. Limited lang talaga ang panahon ko for internet. Unlike here in our house where I can blatantly abuse the internet. Di bale, soon as I get my new notebook, I'll get an internet access account in my pad so I can go online more frequently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from limited internet access, the things that transpired in my life are just simply overwhelming that I couldn't put into words. Baka lang magkaroon ako ng mental diarrhea and divulge everything. Kawawa naman yung mga matatamaan ng mga sasabihin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are some things that are best left inside the recesses of one's mind. And all that transpired are best left that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta I just realized some things and I know that I'm growing because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubuhayin ko na tong blog ko! Swear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-2169433845260292645?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2169433845260292645/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2169433845260292645&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2169433845260292645" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2169433845260292645" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-back-reconstruct.html" title="Looking Back: Reconstruct" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2807355222528421333</id><published>2008-08-06T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:11.523+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LOVE" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ASTREA" /><title type="text">i miss my astroboy</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SJiNI8W7kvI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9dDqw1-DpqM/s1600-h/Astroboy001w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SJiNI8W7kvI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9dDqw1-DpqM/s400/Astroboy001w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231086151971607282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss you Astroboy. I do not know if it was a good thing that I left you on your own especially during the tough times. But this is my way of understanding you. You asked for my patience and understanding and so this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to oblige you to devote time for me even if I direly needed you today. It will just give me reasons to be disappointed with you if you can't make it, which occurs most of the time by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-2807355222528421333?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2807355222528421333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2807355222528421333&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2807355222528421333" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2807355222528421333" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-my-astroboy.html" title="i miss my astroboy" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SJiNI8W7kvI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9dDqw1-DpqM/s72-c/Astroboy001w.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7131357600137787760</id><published>2008-07-30T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:38:21.368+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ASTREA" /><title type="text">Salus Populi est SUPWEMA lex</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are nothing but a bunch of losers! Quitter is the word that will always be synonymous to your gang as your founders are all sore quitters of the mighty fraternity of my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your foundation failed to prove their worth in the one and only fraternal organization existing at that time in the faculty of civil law of the Catholic University, that is why, you created a group but by far, of lesser type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never level to the supremacy of the brothers of the Astreans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUNAY&lt;br /&gt;PALABAN&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely reflects what kind of beings you are. Warfreaks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7131357600137787760?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7131357600137787760/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7131357600137787760&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7131357600137787760" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7131357600137787760" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/07/salus-populi-est-supwema-lex.html" title="Salus Populi est SUPWEMA lex" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-3752987288380701786</id><published>2008-07-29T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:57:36.840+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><title type="text">Starting over again.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blog died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted anything for over a month even though I still open this site once in a while. But I only use it for my links. Other than that, this blog is useless. So many things happened that were left unsaid, unchronicled. I regret it as I won't be able to put on the details of each event anymore. Not that I can't, I just refuse to do so. It is time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am reviving this 'coz I badly need an emotional trash bin. There are a lot of events and issues that hounded me and I can't seem to cope with each of them. I have a small world right now:limited only to law school -deemed included are my fraternal relations with my brods and sisses, and my partner as this person is in law school as well. And then family. Other than that, there is none. And yet this relatively small world has caused me a lot of drama. To sum it up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was able to adjust quite fast in my new school because of common friends, brods and sisses who were already there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New sorority sisters almost got us into trouble. Luckily, we were able to get away with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life in my little box is exciting and at the same time lonely. While I get to enjoy freedom, there are times when I get out of focus. And I don't like it because it is not the reason why I am on my own after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was confined in the hospital for three days because of acute gastritis. I feared for my life because of that karekare!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;War where my brothers are involved caused me paranoia. My special someone is a brod and I am worried about his safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people seemed to be engrossed with my life that they seem to know more than what I should do. They see him in a different light while I see him in another. I will see him through my eyes and not yours! If you think that what he is doing is distasteful, and if I agree with you, just give me the decency to keep it on my own. Let us discuss our issues. Do not put him in a bad light with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That is it for the mean time. There will be more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-3752987288380701786?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/3752987288380701786/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=3752987288380701786&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3752987288380701786" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3752987288380701786" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/07/starting-over-again.html" title="Starting over again." /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-3929460384710038777</id><published>2008-06-11T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:43:55.535+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LAW SCHOOL" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DORM LIVING" /><title type="text">Changing the battlefield</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day of the school year. I don't have classes on Tuesdays hence my first day will technically start tomorrow. Anyway, I went to the condo to move in some stuff this afternoon. When I passed by the car gates of my former school, I saw students in their uniforms rushing towards the gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt nostalgic as the car didn't turn right into the gates anymore. It was around 2 in the afternoon. And at that time, I know my friends are anxiously waiting for the professor. I am supposed to be with them. But reality struck once more. I am no longer a student of that university much as I would want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-838.friendster.com/e1/photos/83/85/2825838/1_289840124l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-838.friendster.com/e1/photos/83/85/2825838/1_289840124l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the view of the UST chapel from my condo unit, I realized that I haven't really moved on. I still wished that I can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But past is past. I have no choice but to move forward. I just hope that I'll learn to love my new school the way I've felt with UST. I am sad but at the same time very eager and optimistic about my future in this new battlefield. Perhaps it will take a while for me to be at home in this new battlefield but I know in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-3929460384710038777?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/3929460384710038777/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=3929460384710038777&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3929460384710038777" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3929460384710038777" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/06/changing-battlefield.html" title="Changing the battlefield" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-4267339702024769572</id><published>2008-06-08T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:42:10.180+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="PAST TIME" /><title type="text">I just stole this from another blogger. =)</title><content type="html">I am no makeup addict. But I just took this questions to see the extent of my daily vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Foundation:&lt;/span&gt; MAC Studiofix NC35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Mascara:&lt;/span&gt; I don't wear one. But if given a chance to purchase one, I'd still go for the Maybelline Great Lash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Blush:&lt;/span&gt; MAC Peaches or Bench Cheektint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Eye Shadow:&lt;/span&gt; I don't use one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Day Cream:&lt;/span&gt; Nuderm Sunblock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Lipstick:&lt;/span&gt; would a Nivea Lipbalm in Cherry or Strawberry count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Beauty Product Brand:&lt;/span&gt; MAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Essential Beauty Product:&lt;/span&gt; my facial cleansers either Cetaphil or Neutrogena, and my trusty daily sun block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Favorite Makeup Product:&lt;/span&gt; MAC Studiofix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Perfume:&lt;/span&gt; Elizabeth Arden Green Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Nails:  &lt;/span&gt;none. au naturelle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Feet &amp;amp; My Hands:&lt;/span&gt; Nivea. But I'd love to go back to Neutrogena if money is not an issue. Since I am pretty much satisfied with Nivea and I am saving for other expenses, that would probably take a while in my priority list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Three Products to bring on a deserted island:&lt;/span&gt; Sunblock, Facial Wash, Lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Woman I admire for their beauty:&lt;/span&gt; I can't think of anyone as of now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Woman with the Best Sense of Style:&lt;/span&gt; For some reason, I like Pinky Webb's style in XXX show. Perhaps the style is functional and applicable to my new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Ultimate Dream (but I do not believe in selling my soul to the devil for it):&lt;/span&gt; I'd answer this in the context of purely superficial and materialistic sense- how's that for a disclaimer?! Anyway, my dream is to have a kick ass collection of luxurious bags and other leather goods such as Louis Vuitton or Hermes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How Do I Define Womanhood:&lt;/span&gt; it is a gender based concept which for me is just synonymous with the word personhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Favorite Fashion Publication:&lt;/span&gt; Cosmopolitan. sometimes Preview... But I veer away from this readings as it influences me with too much consumerism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any reader interested in answering this set of questions, you are free to copy and post it wherever you please. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-4267339702024769572?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/4267339702024769572/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=4267339702024769572&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4267339702024769572" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4267339702024769572" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-stole-this-from-another-blogger.html" title="I just stole this from another blogger. =)" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2700792366298061004</id><published>2008-06-05T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:46:02.483+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LAW SCHOOL" /><title type="text">by Britney</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rivieramansion.com/ad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.rivieramansion.com/ad2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Just wanna go that extra mile for you&lt;br /&gt;Display of affection&lt;br /&gt;Feels like no one else in the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only because there is this one day that I got the chance to unwind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  the whole admission-enrollment process in my new school was such a hell. It took me 5 days to finish the entire process. A process that I get to finish in less than two days if not even a half day in the university where I enrolled for my college, and the previous one where I got debarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least, I am done going through the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That institute has no system and is undermanned. Why don't they start the enrollment in the morning instead of their usual office hours? Why can't they bring a skeletal force to assist them? There is the student council... Gosh! Basta, thank God I am done. And thank you Lord I didn't have a hard time regarding my schedule. I was able to plot my schedule according to my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-2700792366298061004?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2700792366298061004/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2700792366298061004&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2700792366298061004" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2700792366298061004" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/06/by-britney.html" title="by Britney" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-5329792854331376723</id><published>2008-06-02T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:11.743+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="GREETINGS" /><title type="text">Birthday gift at 25</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SEQq5cNUZQI/AAAAAAAAB3I/uXXAM-03Yb4/s1600-h/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SEQq5cNUZQI/AAAAAAAAB3I/uXXAM-03Yb4/s400/cutie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207334235460101378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must have been truly blessed to have this cute little boy in my life. He gave me this picture with a heartwarming letter written on the back as his birthday gift to me. Such a darling! I couldn't be any happier, I tell you... I am the most contented person from this day on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! ONWARD 25!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-5329792854331376723?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/5329792854331376723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=5329792854331376723&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5329792854331376723" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5329792854331376723" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-gift-at-25.html" title="Birthday gift at 25" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SEQq5cNUZQI/AAAAAAAAB3I/uXXAM-03Yb4/s72-c/cutie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-4598331806010861345</id><published>2008-06-01T03:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T04:49:56.083+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LAW SCHOOL" /><title type="text">More Blessings will unfold</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is official. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am debarred for enrollment in the University I've grown to love for the past two years. Honestly, even if I am already prepared for the worst, I still felt sadness. I thought I wouldn't shed any tear since I've cried it all already after each final exam. I thought wrong. I felt sad when I saw my friends, when I whispered my last prayer to Mama Mary in front of Civil Law Office, when I went to our bulletin board, and when I bid goodbye to Kuya Ramon. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss my friends who have been there with me through the highs and lows of my life. Those who never laughed, smirked at me during screwed recitations. Those who help me bluff my way out during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead meat moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile is indeed a good disguise to conceal the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No one knew that I was still in pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after the verdict, I can say that I am ok. It was easy to move on. Perhaps the consolation of being able to prepare myself for the worst situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A door closed but I am hopeful that more windows will open for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-4598331806010861345?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/4598331806010861345/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=4598331806010861345&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4598331806010861345" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4598331806010861345" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-blessings-will-unfold.html" title="More Blessings will unfold" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7930021478437682393</id><published>2008-05-30T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:07:41.195+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTENT-FREE" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="STAR SIGNS" /><title type="text">Posting my star signs yesterday and today</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Focusing on what is holding you back or what is missing is not going to get you anywhere! Right now, you need to forget about the things you don't like about your life -- because the more you think about them, the more power you are giving them. So today, put a smile on your face and be confident. And if you can't feel confident, then fake it until you do! If you can convince yourself of your value, then other people will be convinced of it, too -- and things will start changing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Timing is everything when it comes to any kind of relationship -- so you need to stop trying to rush things! Whether you're eager to hear about a job prospect, dying for the cutie to call, or impatient about when your sweetie will propose, you have to realize that you don't have any influence in this situation. Your hopes and wishes, no matter how strong they are, cannot force someone to do something that they don't want to do or aren't ready to do. Relax and focus on something else.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga eh! I am sort of PMS-ing yesterday. And I hit my favorite target once again. Ang hirap pigilan but I am certainly doing my best to improve myself. And then this star sign reading naman, I am planning to convince my brod pa man din to change his schedule so as to get a schedule that would fit mine. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7930021478437682393?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7930021478437682393/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7930021478437682393&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7930021478437682393" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7930021478437682393" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/posting-my-star-signs-yesterday-and.html" title="Posting my star signs yesterday and today" /><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

