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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEMQH89fCp7ImA9WxNWFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760</id><updated>2009-10-14T03:38:01.164-07:00</updated><title>Rylz Catacutan</title><subtitle type="html">Sharing Knowledge</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/RBzQ" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGQX84eyp7ImA9WxdREUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-4407855498569711762</id><published>2008-05-30T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:52:00.133-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-30T18:52:00.133-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="business" /><title>Entrepreneurship</title><content type="html">The freedom of competition afforded by the capitalistic economy serves to drive the entrepreneur to innovate and be ahead of his competitors lest ha be driven out of the market. The buyers of commodities will naturally patronize, one must remember this motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-4407855498569711762?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/Xk_zP7y_P-Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4407855498569711762/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=4407855498569711762" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/4407855498569711762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/4407855498569711762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/Xk_zP7y_P-Q/entrepreneurship.html" title="Entrepreneurship" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/05/entrepreneurship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMHRnk5fCp7ImA9WxdREUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-6213976324290445295</id><published>2008-05-23T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:30:37.724-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-30T18:30:37.724-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><title>Sense and Sensitivity</title><content type="html">When somebody tickles you on a specific part of your body, you feel funny. This is because you are sensitive in that part of your body. Touch receptors found in the entire body help you feel these sensations. The most sensitive parts of the body are the hands, lips, face, neck, tongue, fingertips, and feet. The least sensitive parts is the middle of the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-6213976324290445295?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/HAdpSK9VWfU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6213976324290445295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=6213976324290445295" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/6213976324290445295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/6213976324290445295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/HAdpSK9VWfU/sense-ans-sensitivity.html" title="Sense and Sensitivity" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/05/sense-ans-sensitivity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHR3kzfSp7ImA9WxdRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-3700921474760554740</id><published>2008-05-23T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:33:56.785-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-02T10:33:56.785-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion" /><title>Sheer Lingerie</title><content type="html">After the whole day of working at your home doing your household chores. Its really is stressful for a  mother like me. But even though I am busy from all of my duties I still make sure that my husband won't feel the stress that I am feeling. I wanted to make sure that every day he arrives home from work he will saw me free from stress and he would even think that I am doing nothing at home. Just relaxing and taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;In that case, looking at me unstressed can make him also feel unstressed. Wearing &lt;a href="http://www.justbare.com/"&gt;sheer lingerie&lt;/a&gt; at night can also make your body feel relax that you wouldn't even think about that yesterday will still be the busy day again and tiring day. We had different ways we can choose to avoid the stress in our life. We can't keep away from stress but we can find a way to relieves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-3700921474760554740?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/DkmcQP3Y5fg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/3700921474760554740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=3700921474760554740" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/3700921474760554740?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/3700921474760554740?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/DkmcQP3Y5fg/sheer-lingerie.html" title="Sheer Lingerie" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/05/sheer-lingerie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDSHc8eCp7ImA9WxdSEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-6339978122553700321</id><published>2008-05-18T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T04:14:39.970-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-18T04:14:39.970-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><title>What kind of stress do teens face?</title><content type="html">Stress in teens is very common especially during school, students tend to get stressed more during school exams, grades, assignments, and conflict with teachers. Also teenagers experience stress with parents, in conflicts with parents, and the rules and regulations within the house. Teenagers face stress while shifting from childhood to teenage. One of the most changes they face is the physical hormonal changing in the body, which is developing secondary sexual characteristic, is very detect for teenager to navigate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-6339978122553700321?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/O-M4_dMz9qc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6339978122553700321/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=6339978122553700321" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/6339978122553700321?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/6339978122553700321?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/O-M4_dMz9qc/what-kind-of-stress-do-teens-face.html" title="What kind of stress do teens face?" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-kind-of-stress-do-teens-face.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FQHgycSp7ImA9WxdSEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-1614588150181133231</id><published>2008-05-18T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T04:06:51.699-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-18T04:06:51.699-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><title>Other Things to do Than Watching TV</title><content type="html">It is so easy to cut TV, chatting online playing video games and replace those activities with something that can make you feel more refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of turning on the computer, put on some tennis shoes, grab a friend and head to a tennis gym. Once you're there, start jogging down the walkway towards a park, beautiful views you can see, people to look at and its gets you out of the house. The hardest part is just making the decision to not be lazy ad do something different, once there, the jogging doesn't seem as much a chore as it might have while back at home and turns out to be an excellent way to make your day feel different that it has in months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-1614588150181133231?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/ThD4J8rAUFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1614588150181133231/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=1614588150181133231" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/1614588150181133231?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/1614588150181133231?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/ThD4J8rAUFw/other-things-to-do-than-watching-tv.html" title="Other Things to do Than Watching TV" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/05/other-things-to-do-than-watching-tv.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQER3o5eyp7ImA9WxdTE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-7655398987097322565</id><published>2008-05-09T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:11:46.423-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-09T02:11:46.423-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology" /><title>Night Vision Googles</title><content type="html">You're reading your favorite mystery novel. You're just about to discover who the culprit was when suddenly, the lights went out. Frustrating, isn't it? How you wish you have one of those goggles you see on the television that allows you to see even it was dark. But do you think this things really works?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They definitely do. Night vision goggles (NVG) are instruments that allows you to see in the dark. I thought it was just on the movie. But some NVG let you see a person standing more than 180 meters away on a cloudy, moonless night. NVG are often used by the military. They are also used by scientists studying wildlife that are active at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two common types of NVG. Passive NVG work by collecting tiny amounts of light present in an area,then amplifying these several thousand times using a device called an image intensifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An image intensifier increases the amount of visible light from an image so that a dimly-lit scene can become visible to a person or a camera. It does not work in complete darkness where there would be no light intensify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passive NVG often show images that are tinted in green. Green is used because people's eyes are most sensitive to this color and could distinguish most shade of green.&lt;br /&gt;The second type, active NVG, project infrared light that is reflected back. IR is the same type of light used by remote controls. It is emitted as heat instead of being simply reflected as light. Hotter objects, such as living bodies,emit more IR than cooler objects like tables, or houses. Images seen through active NVG appear in different shades, depending on how hot they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-7655398987097322565?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/J6Q5GpSwO0Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7655398987097322565/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=7655398987097322565" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/7655398987097322565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/7655398987097322565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/J6Q5GpSwO0Y/night-vision-googles.html" title="Night Vision Googles" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-vision-googles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DSHg_fCp7ImA9WxdTE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-5001085681711053180</id><published>2008-05-09T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:49:39.644-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-09T01:49:39.644-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><title>Reading Books</title><content type="html">Our parents taught me to read a lot of books. When we were kids, we kept shelves full of books in our living room and in our rooms. Our grandmother often read us story before we went to bed. Since we started schooling, books have become a part of out everyday live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books contain a lot of ideas and information about various subjects. They teach us a lot of things. They give us knowledge, let us experience events,allows us to travel anywhere through our imagination and tell us many stories about life. More than these,books can also be agents in promoting and building peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading was a part of our life. So it is a good thing to always read books children and adults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-5001085681711053180?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/a__i_2tLAdk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5001085681711053180/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=5001085681711053180" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/5001085681711053180?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/5001085681711053180?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/a__i_2tLAdk/reading-books.html" title="Reading Books" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/05/reading-books.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAARn4yfip7ImA9WxZaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-963709426130243177</id><published>2008-04-27T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:59:07.096-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-27T01:59:07.096-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><title>Helping Us Get Past the Stress</title><content type="html">Stress is emotional pressure suffered by a human being. Stress comes in a different medium of life, whoever we are we surely are experiencing stress i our life.What ever we do, studying, working, doing household chores, traveling we feel stress. Sometimes due to the polluted environment, traffics, economy problems at home can lead to stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only true way to de-stress is to remove what causing the pressure or the feeling inside our mind. Doing things that make you feel better for a period of time just to help you forget that stress exist until you forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find what works for you in relieving your stress and soon you'll be back to procrastinating and having fun until your next stress feeling to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-963709426130243177?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/RmdxM9MXiGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/963709426130243177/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=963709426130243177" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/963709426130243177?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/963709426130243177?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/RmdxM9MXiGc/helping-us-get-past-stress.html" title="Helping Us Get Past the Stress" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/04/helping-us-get-past-stress.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUDQXc_fCp7ImA9WxZaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-267391623150376691</id><published>2008-04-27T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:51:10.944-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-27T01:51:10.944-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Career" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Taking what you want</title><content type="html">When I was a senior high school, I obviously find myself thinking a lot about the future. I am constantly given an advice on what I should take a course or a possible careers plans. &lt;br /&gt;One thing that always remind to me by my parents was having a business. This got me thinking, if I will do what they want me to be. I was thinking at that time if wanted something for myself. The facts of the matter is, creative talents are considered as an " interesting hobby" but simply won't do as a serious career. &lt;br /&gt;Almost most of my friends at that time, senior's also is planning to take a major course in business along with the occasional medical major. We can either accept this dull foresight towards our future and our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a hidden creative talents inside of us. But sometimes we need the help of people to let us know what we really want and what we can do. By our own sometimes we didn't know what we can do. So our environment and people around us will help us develop our skills in different ways. &lt;br /&gt;Taking a career what your parents like is being an obedient child to them. But we must be sure that the course we are willing to take was also our own choice. For us to be a successful in our life and in our future.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have taken a course that my parents wanted me to. I enjoy it and study it hard. Making their wish for me is really a good thing I can do for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-267391623150376691?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/hc0qLT3CgDk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/267391623150376691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=267391623150376691" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/267391623150376691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/267391623150376691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/hc0qLT3CgDk/digital-photo-frames.html" title="Taking what you want" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/04/digital-photo-frames.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DRng-cCp7ImA9WxZbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-8561676761401012385</id><published>2008-04-15T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:46:17.658-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-15T04:46:17.658-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports" /><title>Playing Tennis</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_efN-IF5ASXs/SASVaPsEJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/kchFy7HMY38/s1600-h/tennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_efN-IF5ASXs/SASVaPsEJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/kchFy7HMY38/s320/tennis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189436948758144994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Always playing sports keep your body in good shape and your health in good condition. Even busy persons need to have an exercise. So for my father who was really busy at his work he take an hour very weekends to play tennis. He told us when he was abroad at Saudi Arabia, he join the company sports fest. He had won a bronze medal. He also join the marathon, he received the bronze medal also. He always tell us how busy are we in our work we must have a time to play sport for our leisure and hobby. Playing sports will make our body fits and also in shape. He also believe that playing sports can strengthen our hearts. Our father is a health conscious person he prefer eating  vegetables than eating meat. He want to live long with us that why he is always taking care of his body. So be sure to spare a time for yourself and play sports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-8561676761401012385?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/H-LI-m6-DX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8561676761401012385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=8561676761401012385" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/8561676761401012385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/8561676761401012385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/H-LI-m6-DX4/playing-tennis.html" title="Playing Tennis" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_efN-IF5ASXs/SASVaPsEJ-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/kchFy7HMY38/s72-c/tennis.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-tennis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EARXk_eip7ImA9WxZbEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-1497099429613287225</id><published>2008-04-13T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:07:24.742-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-13T22:07:24.742-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Article" /><title>An Indian Friend</title><content type="html">I like searching the web especially blogs that has topic that had been related to me. I found an &lt;a href="http://myindia.blog.de/"&gt;Indian blog&lt;/a&gt;, a blog about india, a site for cultural communication. That remind me of an old friend that was an Indian. She talkless, simple but she is a genius. She don't participate much in our class but in side she is inteligent. But five years later I saw her in a newspaper she is a now successful computer programmer. I now believe what I have read once that indian was a real genuises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-1497099429613287225?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/keoU1-Ahu8A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1497099429613287225/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=1497099429613287225" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/1497099429613287225?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/1497099429613287225?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/keoU1-Ahu8A/indian-friend.html" title="An Indian Friend" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/04/indian-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HQHs7fCp7ImA9WxZXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-7705534870963300075</id><published>2008-03-05T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:35:31.504-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-05T23:35:31.504-08:00</app:edited><title>My Cellphone</title><content type="html">When I was a teenager I like buying those new in the market. Like when the pager gets in I got one. But as I grow old my sense of buying those things I like is gone. Before if there a new cellphone model. I open my saving box and purchased one. But now I don't like it anymore. Once I admire a new cellphone model. My husband don't forget what kind of unit of that cellphone I like. Then when he went abroad and saw the cellphone I like. He purchased it immediately without hesitation. When he gets back home. He gave the cellphone, it made me happy. Because I never expect he would buy me one when he gets home. I don't even remember I told him i like that cellphone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-7705534870963300075?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/lBQXHS4cVNg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7705534870963300075/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=7705534870963300075" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/7705534870963300075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/7705534870963300075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/lBQXHS4cVNg/my-cellphone.html" title="My Cellphone" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-cellphone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcNQX48eCp7ImA9WxZXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-8281913956666500624</id><published>2008-03-05T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:48:10.070-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-05T22:48:10.070-08:00</app:edited><title>The Rapper</title><content type="html">I was working at that time at a restaurant. I was a week employed. I'm not that familiar to  my co-employee. At that time my only focus is to get familiar with my work station. But one time while I'm in the stockroom I heard someone singing a rap songs. I like rap songs but the song not is not familiar. I keep on listening, I didn't notice that in walking towards him. The guy singing look at me. I turn backward but he still continue singing. Then I left the stockroom. I asked one of my co-employee if who is that guy she said he is one of the best cook in the store.&lt;br /&gt;       Since then when we have the same schedule I keep on listening to his rap music. One time I asked him if who sing the songs his singing. He said it was his own composition. From that time I always wait for him to sing. Then one day he did go tho work. I check the scheduling board. He have a duty on that day but his not present. I heard from my managers that he was sick and asked for a week vacation leave until he got recovered. After a week he still did not show up. I feel sad. maybe I miss the music, or maybe  him.&lt;br /&gt;       The meeting is coming on that day some employee must perform. I wasn't excited. A number of performance is going to start at first I'm not interested. But as the drum beats, I like the rhythm. When the performer starts It was him the one I been waiting. I like the song it was a love rap song. After his performance he sat beside me and told me that song was for me. I smiled and that where the love begin. Now his my husband, until now I love listening to his rap music composition,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-8281913956666500624?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/iYTcw0lQZ8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8281913956666500624/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=8281913956666500624" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/8281913956666500624?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/8281913956666500624?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/iYTcw0lQZ8I/rapper.html" title="The Rapper" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/03/rapper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFRHY8fCp7ImA9WxZXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400855318575855760.post-2903283555656090906</id><published>2008-03-05T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:31:55.874-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-05T22:31:55.874-08:00</app:edited><title>Little Girl</title><content type="html">My daughter is a three year old girl. She likes singing and also like playing dolls. Her father brought her a piano. She likes it so much even she don't know how to play music she just play those stores song in the piano. One time she said when she grow up she'll learn how to play piano and she'll perform in front of many crowd and she'll also be seen in television.    &lt;br /&gt;        By next year I'm planning to enroll her in a piano tutorial. So that when she starts going to school. After her class instead of playing outside she'll spend her free time by playing piano. For  now. I'll just assist her and asked her if she still have a dream she wants to be when she grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400855318575855760-2903283555656090906?l=rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~4/WU1JtOFsMtA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2903283555656090906/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4400855318575855760&amp;postID=2903283555656090906" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/2903283555656090906?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400855318575855760/posts/default/2903283555656090906?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RBzQ/~3/WU1JtOFsMtA/little-girl.html" title="Little Girl" /><author><name>rylz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143473203874297828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08908573575147725207" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rylzcatacutan.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
