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What if I divulge myself--my inner self to the whole humanity that profound scrutiny is a price with a toll fee? What if I write something about how I feel and I realize that I have become a someone of one's dream? What if someone I so long to devour will read this post and think that he is nothing but a memory to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if we pretend that I do love you, and you found out that in this love, whereas all is supposedly wild and free, they all discovered that we aren't just meant to be? &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that is just a what if, no one would ever think nor see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-4544181799694961570?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/L9wjhvBn9gM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4544181799694961570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=4544181799694961570" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/4544181799694961570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/4544181799694961570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/L9wjhvBn9gM/what-if.html" title="What if.." /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-if.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQMRHkycCp7ImA9WxVWFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-162162294761268992</id><published>2009-02-24T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:13:05.798-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-24T07:13:05.798-08:00</app:edited><title>25 Random Things</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25 random things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rules: As most of you already know, once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you. I am joining the bandwagon this time since I am already dressed and pinned with a couple of tags. Brace yourselves, people. I am sticking a straw on my privacy jar lid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.  My boyfriend and I don’t have a monthsary, anniversary or whatever-sary that typical couples have. We’re not even sure if we’re a couple. He calls me his bestfriend and I call him my enemy. Kidding, we’re more like bestfriends than lovers actually (trust me; my friends know the whole story). LoverS? Then again maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. My previous boyfriends were very meticulous with such ideological form of lovers’ festive though. I am the corny girlfriend when the need arises.  I make sure the monthsary gift is customized and filled with cheesy-inclined lines.  Each gift should have the date etched on it, but on an artistic manner. Like 12, on side view is a cross and two individuals who are kneeling. Translation: let’s pray for our relationship.  And 4, when placed in front of a mirror is an arrow. It meant the relationship has direction. Call me corny to the nth level. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Atom Araullo makes me smile, but my fervor towards him is not that of the stalker type just yet. Maybe it’d only be then when I’d finally get to meet him. Am I weird or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. When I was a freshman in college, I asked my friend Ileen for a copy of Atom’s campaign poster and posted it in my room in Malaybalay. I also watch his shows on a weekly basis, and oogle over the television when he reports something on TV Patrol. Hey, that ain’t stalking! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. The Holiday is the only movie that gives me chills, makes me shriek, and blush, smile with sparkling eyes all at the same time every time it’s aired on HBO. Not because Jude Law is in the movie but because I have this mushy (and somehow slightly kinky) part inside me that’s being triggered whenever I see him on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. I get paranoid when my friends do not reply to my messages. I’d immediately think something is wrong and I become very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. I used to drink a lot—in parties and run-overs—name the place, I’m there. I am not the choosy type when it comes to alcohol inasmuch as I adore diversity among humans. But after leaving Bukidnon, all that have changed. I no longer go to parties (since there ain’t any and whenever I’m invited I prefer working) and run-overs (since my new environment are not the spontaneous-get-together kind of people).  It’s all good though. I kinda love saving my liver, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Oh, yes, I love spontaneity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. In connection with 7, I no longer drink a lot since I no longer have the peer pressure of the lifestyle I used to have. Besides, my boyfriend (or bestfriend) is my exact opposite—similar to Bro Bot’s ideal relationship (he’s the first person who tagged me)—our personality compliment each other.  He tightens me up with my “used” lifestyle while I loosen his stiff, strict attitude (and lifestyle).  So yeah, sometimes, he allows me to go out with my friends to have a few drinks and there were days where he’d buy himself a drink too. Just recently, he has learned to completely loosen up and not stalk me the whole time when I’m with my brothers and sisters in the Order. Talk about improvement baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. I always wanted to have a pet, something that’s more challenging than having a goldfish or a virtual pet in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. I love to travel. I am melancholic because of that passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12. I am a loud and bubbly person. I love to make other people laugh, though I admit most of my jokes and hits aren’t that convincing but I’m still trying my hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13. I would trade poise just to see my friends happy. Make me your jester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. Reputation is a huge thing for me. It runs with the blood. I lived a life revolving around the whirlwind of politics and the limelight. To speak in front of a colossal crowd is common to me, or to perform on stage extemporaneously is just like tossing a coin—not having to know whether the presentation will work or not, you’ll just have to go for it. I was trained to love surprises—that includes the negative ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. The family of my father’s side has a wall with pictures of beauty queens within the family. That wall includes my grandmother’s frame on it. While my mother’s side has produced four beauty queens too. We’re still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16. I am a simple person with big dreams. I dream big not for my own benefit but for my family (my dad, my mom, my 3 younger sisters and my 2 brothers are my everything), my relatives and for the nomads I met in the mountains. When the time comes that I have already provided my family their needs and has given financial aide to my relatives who call for it the most, I will devote my time and effort to at least make the underprivileged individuals feel that they are loved. My only gain on this dream is self-fulfillment—I’m still holding on to that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17. If I were a politician or a law-maker, I would pass bills that are for the people. Perhaps create jobs that promote a self-sufficient environment. I believe that Filipinos settle only for what they need, those who are otherwise are sick. The kind of needs I’m referring to won’t require much financial assistance, so why not push through with it? I wonder what’s taking them long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18. I am not a good person; at least I think I am and I’m trying—really, really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19. I love to ponder on events and trivias and never-ending taglines like “why did the chicken cross the road? And I love reminiscing good old memories. Also, I love questioning the existence of love and marriage. I also like questioning my boyfriend why he’s not smiling. I love repeating conversations that transcribed five minutes ago. I am person full of confusion. I love getting answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20. I don’t dress like anybody. I put on what’s available. I remember wearing just large t-shirt and a belt going to school. So to those who question why I’m dressed this way or that way, it’s just because I feel like it—or it’s the only thing in there. But of course, there are times when I dress accordingly. You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21. I get easily overwhelmed. A simple act of kindness,  a fake smile, a tasty or not-so-tasty food, an artistic or creative or innovative tv ad, a scripted documentary on the children of payatas, a song, a poem, an invitation for a cup of coffee, a tap on the back, a kiss on the forehead, a text message saying “hi.”, a positive or neutral feedback on a project, a 2-second glance, left-over food in a buffet, one shot of beer or tanduay given by a drunk and alcoholic friend, a forwarded email, a new president, a group message, a good ol’ classic movie, an invitation to become a contact, a candy, a cold hug ahh, a lot of other stuff that would take me days if I mention everything.  All these give me extreme and absolute happiness. Once I get overwhelmed, I’d repeatedly say “thank you” or smile and blush for hours (days even). I love everyone and everything. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22. Beeping number 21, my birth day, I am overwhelmed with this “25 Random Things” thingy. I barely noticed that I’ve written a lot already. Ugh, I love writing. Though I know I’m not a good writer. Yes, you need not to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23. P.R. is my thing. I think amongst all the skills and capabilities and talents or whatever you want to call it that I have, or I have acquired over the years; P.R. is the only skill I believe I have mastered. Lahrd jezas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24. I adore a lot of people. Trust me. I can talk all about them for a whole day until you feel irritated with my blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25. Most of my friends who have 25RT’s emphasized God on the 25th.  So here goes mine, I love God. I know deep in my heart I do and He’s with me. A lot of people—those who are in all honesty religious and faithful or those who are just posers (sorry, I really do think there are people who fervently go to church and join prayer meetings but they don’t really have faith within)—may persecute me, but that doesn’t mean you are better than me. I know who I am. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-162162294761268992?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/n-M4vgpZzVk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/162162294761268992/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=162162294761268992" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/162162294761268992?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/162162294761268992?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/n-M4vgpZzVk/25-random-things.html" title="25 Random Things" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNQXc_eyp7ImA9WxVRFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-7658564300190094102</id><published>2009-01-22T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:54:50.943-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-22T18:54:50.943-08:00</app:edited><title>Achieve Ü Now(?)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh really? Okay.. So this will be my serious blog post for the year-starter’s sake. I promise this won’t be a plain “Hi.” Alright alright, here it goes.  I was scouring the pages of my journal blog when I realized that I made a post that needs to be deleted if I still have a little sanity left inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoSkQr8sf_o/SXkwdBmMzEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cEo5XNisLwE/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294316112153726018" /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My latest post, by the way, is about my little black book—which is popularly known as Diary—and how my boyfriend learned about it recently.  I was seriously dead on the fact that I have nothing to write on my blog that my fingers encoded such a lame entry.  Oh come on, the probability of him finding out that I wrote something in my journal is 99 to 1. Maybe it was just a sudden impulse of a blonde moment or something but I did, I posted it—and yes, he found it and read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I was like, “please don’t read it.. please” when he answered, “why post it if you don’t want me to read it?” Yeah, among the two of us—he’s the link while I am the one who’s missing. He does not experience “blonde moments” compared to my sort-of everyday tantrums in that kind of mental disease. My ged, what has happened to me? Where did I place my veil of knowledge? Crap.  Come on brain cells, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As expected, a long pause commenced between the two of us after that shallow argument.  All the while, I was looking at the screen of his laptop. I was attentive to what he’s doing—will he react on what I’ve written?  Will he make me delete that entry? I dunno. My mind was on a sprint. Luckily, he never clicked on the bookmark that states: Shaninay’s Journal. Bingo! Of course the moment I left, he immediately browsed over my site. Oh my, I am not making any sense on this post. Change course. Blag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Happiness.  Achieve Happiness Now. What? Like to the Fcuk? I didn’t know happiness has standards or methods or a framework for that matter to be followed.  I was really, really itching to click on the google ad when I realized that clicking it won’t make any sense thus it will only make the advertiser happy.  Who would have thought that an advertiser can assess one’s emotions and help somebody achieve happiness?  Ahh, even the impossible is introduced on ads.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, I’m sorry if I’m being pathetic. You should know how I feel by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3338837307969714350-7658564300190094102?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/cjPrcaCbuFg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/7658564300190094102/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=7658564300190094102" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/7658564300190094102?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/7658564300190094102?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/cjPrcaCbuFg/achieve-hapiness-now.html" title="Achieve Ü Now(?)" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoSkQr8sf_o/SXkwdBmMzEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cEo5XNisLwE/s72-c/Untitled.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2009/01/achieve-hapiness-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcBR3kyeip7ImA9WxVRFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-3852526518501791964</id><published>2009-01-20T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:57:36.792-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-20T17:57:36.792-08:00</app:edited><title>I'd Like To Write Something</title><content type="html">But not having to write here for several months makes me cry. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, there's nothing more to read but a "Hi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-3852526518501791964?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/crrVDViKO6M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/3852526518501791964/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=3852526518501791964" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/3852526518501791964?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/3852526518501791964?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/crrVDViKO6M/id-like-to-write-something.html" title="I'd Like To Write Something" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2009/01/id-like-to-write-something.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAERHw4eSp7ImA9WxNbFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-3201141382509059821</id><published>2009-01-11T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:01:45.231-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-17T08:01:45.231-08:00</app:edited><title>Pouring Water on a Drowning Man by Otis Clay</title><content type="html">1. Put your iPod (or MP3 player, iTunes, etc.) on shuffle. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag friends who might enjoy doing the note as well as the person you got the note from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Broken by Norah Jones **okay..&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Lovers by America **huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes lovers dont act like they should&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes lovers dont do all they could&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes lovers hide in the cover&lt;br /&gt;Of innocence and blame&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes we act just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GIRL/GUY?&lt;br /&gt;Come On In My Kitchen by Robert Johnson **what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter time's comin', it's goin' to be slow&lt;br /&gt;You can make the winter, babe, that's dry long so&lt;br /&gt;You better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Hummingbird by BB King &amp;amp; John Mayer **now i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling wild and lonesome&lt;br /&gt;she knows the words to say&lt;br /&gt;and she gives me a little understanding&lt;br /&gt;in her special way&lt;br /&gt;and I just have to say&lt;br /&gt;in my life I loved a woman&lt;br /&gt;because she's more than I deserve&lt;br /&gt;and she gets me where I live&lt;br /&gt;I'll give all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about that hummingbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Revival by Allman Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can you feel it? love is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;People can you hear it? love is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Were in a revolution. dont you know were right.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is singing. yeah! therell be no one to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius by Wolfgang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning&lt;br /&gt;of the age of every man&lt;br /&gt;It's the time for all of us&lt;br /&gt;to do the best we can&lt;br /&gt;The world won't get no better&lt;br /&gt;if we don't help her&lt;br /&gt;So now's the time to show&lt;br /&gt;that someone gives a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Money Made by AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work money made,&lt;br /&gt;Champagne life, high on display,&lt;br /&gt;Work work money made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Munting Paraiso by Razorback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nasaan ka sana ay naroon ako&lt;br /&gt;Ang mahalin ka 'yun ang ligaya ko&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa aking puso may munting paraiso&lt;br /&gt;Naghahari pagmamahal at ang pag-ibig mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Siouxsie Quatro by Blue Jean Junkies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry bout lonely hearts&lt;br /&gt;Just make you feel good&lt;br /&gt;From the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Fell On Black Days by Soundgarden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whomsoever Ive cured Ive sickened now&lt;br /&gt;Whomsoever Ive cradled Ive put you down&lt;br /&gt;Im a search light soul they say&lt;br /&gt;But I cant see it in the night&lt;br /&gt;Im only faking when I get it right&lt;br /&gt;Cause I fell on black days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Soul To Squeeze by Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a bad disease&lt;br /&gt;But from my brain is where I bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Insanity it seems&lt;br /&gt;Has got me by my soul to squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all the love from thee&lt;br /&gt;With all the dying trees I scream.&lt;br /&gt;The angels in my dreams (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Have turned to demons of greed that's mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Ann by The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a dance looking for romance&lt;br /&gt;Saw Barbara Ann so I thought I'd take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Tried Betty Lou&lt;br /&gt;Tried Peggy Sue&lt;br /&gt;Tried Betty Lou but I knew she wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Oh Barbara Ann take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Hilaw by Bl@h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sampung sinabi mo&lt;br /&gt;Ilan nga ba'ng totoo&lt;br /&gt;Talaga bang tapat kayo&lt;br /&gt;O baka maging lamat kayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;My Banyo Song by Payaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanginig, nanghina ang tuhod&lt;br /&gt;Namutla, kulang sa dugo&lt;br /&gt;Bitin na bitin di makontento&lt;br /&gt;Uhaw na uhaw pahingi ng joo*s mo.&lt;br /&gt;Anim na piso lang pampatigas ng tuhod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up by Rage Against The Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, although ya try to discredit&lt;br /&gt;Ya still never read it&lt;br /&gt;The needle, I'll thread it&lt;br /&gt;Radically poetic&lt;br /&gt;Standin' with the fury that they had in '66&lt;br /&gt;And like E-Double I'm mad&lt;br /&gt;Still knee-deep in the system's shit&lt;br /&gt;Hoover, he was a body remover&lt;br /&gt;I'll give ya a dose&lt;br /&gt;But it can never come close&lt;br /&gt;To the rage built up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Come Back To Bed by John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still is the life&lt;br /&gt;Of your room when you're not inside&lt;br /&gt;And all of your things&lt;br /&gt;Tell the sweetest story line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tears on these sheets&lt;br /&gt;And your footsteps are down the hall&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what I did&lt;br /&gt;I can't find where the moment went wrong at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be mad in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I'll take back what I said&lt;br /&gt;Just don't leave me alone here&lt;br /&gt;It's cold, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Tush by ZZ Top **how'd ya know? lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been bad, I been good,&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, texas, hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;I aint askin for much.&lt;br /&gt;I said, lord, take me downtown,&lt;br /&gt;Im just lookin for some tush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Always Somewhere by Scorpions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another morning another place&lt;br /&gt;The only day off is far away&lt;br /&gt;But every city has seen me in the end&lt;br /&gt;And brings me to you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Sayaw Sa Bubog by The Jerks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Layla by Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Taken Another Man's Place by Aretha Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Piece of This by P.O.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see the sunlight shining through&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason to be blue, but,&lt;br /&gt;now I know I'm going down,&lt;br /&gt;I look all around me and laugh like a clown/no I won't frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Looking For My Baby by Climax Chicago Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Rakenrol Sa Ulan by Juan Dela Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;The Needle and the Damage Done by Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing the song&lt;br /&gt;because I love the man&lt;br /&gt;I know that some&lt;br /&gt;of you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Milk-blood&lt;br /&gt;to keep from running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Just Like A Fish by Esther Phillips **taenang yan. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Concept Human by Brain Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be our destiny&lt;br /&gt;In this our great regime&lt;br /&gt;With all we've built to look onto&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothings as it seems&lt;br /&gt;We strive each day goal onto goal&lt;br /&gt;As heartless soulless beings&lt;br /&gt;A new religion for the mass&lt;br /&gt;Silencing our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what have we done&lt;br /&gt;And where have we gone&lt;br /&gt;The concept human&lt;br /&gt;And what have we done&lt;br /&gt;And where have we gone&lt;br /&gt;The concept human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Six Guns Loaded by Steel Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our body's carved in stone in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I see your pony tail from behind&lt;br /&gt;I see the sweat that you and I create&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' heaven cuz you're feelin' great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overdue&lt;br /&gt;Gotta shoot you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Pouring Water on a Drowning Man by Otis Clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You warm me with your kissing&lt;br /&gt;Then you leave me in the cold&lt;br /&gt;How can I know your wishes&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I never been told, alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in mercy, baby&lt;br /&gt;Just try to understand&lt;br /&gt;You're pouring water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Yep, that movie with Horton and the Mayor of Who Land. Staring ata plant here in the apartment's terrace made me oogle on a different view.  The other room's terrace--littered with bottles of beer, plastic wrappers and empty bottles of mineral water. How come they don't even clean their place? Are they raising a "Who-ville" in their space too (just like that of Horton's. Yes, I am being sarcastic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite a few nights, there's this cat that annoyingly inhabits the terrace. It sleeps there while I am asleep and good graciously awakens when it hears the television. Then one day, I woke up with cat's sh*t on the floor. sucks! It seemed like the cat resides in this place.  Why won't the cat piss the "messy" terrace instead? Our terrace by the way, is clean and well furnished.  I clean it well and see to it that it is ready for visiting friends. For their comfort. And this cat, this silly white cat is trying to ruin my urge for hospitality.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Obssesive Compulsive--most of my friends tell me I have this kind of "positive disease." Positive in the sense that I clean our place thrice a day or so.  I just hate it when I find scatttered bits of papers or dust or the dishes not washed.  So allow me to take you back to the other room and the annoying cat.  What difference do they have? They are messy yet they stay. Okay, let me rephrase that, what are their similarities? They are messy.  A feline and a homo sapien (a bundle of them) who can sleep with a pile of dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I hate to judge but I can no longer take the agony of pretending to be fine having their mess build up just a few meters away from my lovely terrace.  Educated as I am, I will not nag and scream at their faces (like how I scared the cat away) and make them understand that as women living in a tidy building, they should consider the fact that people may get sick with their intolerance. They are women, may I please repeat that. And as for the cat, may she or he or it flock with its kind--the messy group.  There, since I cannot scream on their faces, I'll jsut hope that they read this post. That's if, they still have the time to read a blog inasmuch as they apparently do not have the time to clean their place. Ughh..&lt;/span&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/3338837307969714350-3541545055633205574?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/V3P-Fd28xas" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/3541545055633205574/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=3541545055633205574" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/3541545055633205574?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/3541545055633205574?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/V3P-Fd28xas/how-will-i-make-them-understand.html" title="A Feline and the Women in Littered Who-Ville" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-will-i-make-them-understand.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHSHwzfCp7ImA9WxdRE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-6156605113241915605</id><published>2008-06-01T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:02:19.284-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-01T20:02:19.284-07:00</app:edited><title>Kung Taga Malaybalay Gyud Ka</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so they say this is the ultimate test to prove that a person is from Malaybalay or has the blood of a true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taga-Bukid nga Taga Syudad&lt;/span&gt; It was Wian, my fellow member of the Masonic family who sent this to me via Friendster's messaging system.  I got so amazed with the facts and trivias in the message that I saved it and forwarded to most of my contacts.  In the most concise sense of realization, I am proud to say that I know almost all of the stuff in this message and so therefore, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taga-Malaybalay jud ko&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Only a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bisaya&lt;/span&gt; may be able to comprehend such post.)&lt;br /&gt;Date:  10/28/2006 12:33 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 100% ka nga taga malaybalay read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If kabalo ka nga after 8pm, tag-20&lt;br /&gt;pesos na&lt;br /&gt;ang plete sa rela... Dayn dili ka&lt;br /&gt;makiglalis sa&lt;br /&gt;driver kung singlun kag treinta pesos sa&lt;br /&gt;areas&lt;br /&gt;BLISS and Landing. Ug if kabalo&lt;br /&gt;nga ang&lt;br /&gt;plete sa Heights ug Casisang Highway,&lt;br /&gt;madala ra&lt;br /&gt;25 pag lapas nas alas-ocho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.If nakatilaw na kag chicken neck sa&lt;br /&gt;Centro Folk&lt;br /&gt;House. Ug gatagdon ka ni Tatay Loloy,&lt;br /&gt;yeah, taga&lt;br /&gt;Malaybalay na ka! pero kung gi-besobeso&lt;br /&gt;ka ni&lt;br /&gt;Tatay Loloy, sure jud siya taga&lt;br /&gt;Malaybalay ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Na-memorize na gani nimo ang&lt;br /&gt;repertoire ni&lt;br /&gt;Cris Pimentel sa Centro or anywhere siya&lt;br /&gt;mag-perform, certified taga-Malaybalay&lt;br /&gt;ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Taga-Malaybalay jud ka if kabalo ka&lt;br /&gt;unsa'y&lt;br /&gt;pasabot sa Truelove S. Agoy-oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.If di ka magreklamo sa beloved&lt;br /&gt;Rancheros&lt;br /&gt;bowling lane...Ang taga-Malaybalay&lt;br /&gt;nakadawat nas&lt;br /&gt;kamatuoran, na-inlove paman gain sa&lt;br /&gt;Lane 1 and&lt;br /&gt;Lane 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Katuod ka asa ang Woodstock,&lt;br /&gt;nakasaka ka na&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;br /&gt;Tabios Tower ug Lumayagan ug&lt;br /&gt;nakaligo/naka-&lt;br /&gt;tabok&lt;br /&gt;naka sa Sawaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Kung kabalo ka kinsa na si Doc Boy. Ug&lt;br /&gt;dili ka&lt;br /&gt;gaadto sa hospitals para mangita sa iya.&lt;br /&gt;Kay&lt;br /&gt;kabalo man ka nga tua na siya sa City&lt;br /&gt;Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Basta na'y ask if FM ba, wala'y lain FM&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;br /&gt;Malaybalay. And you know it's Q106. Ug&lt;br /&gt;kaila pud&lt;br /&gt;dayn ka kang DJ Marie. Kung wala ka&lt;br /&gt;kaila sa iya,&lt;br /&gt;dayo ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Dili na gani ka makurat anang sexy nga&lt;br /&gt;babae sa&lt;br /&gt;Petron nga manguhit, mangayog piso,&lt;br /&gt;taga&lt;br /&gt;Malaybalay jud ka. Labi nag di ka&lt;br /&gt;magtutuka sa&lt;br /&gt;iya, kay naanad na ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Basta katuod ka aha mang-ukay ug&lt;br /&gt;nice nga&lt;br /&gt;shoes, nice nga clothes, nice na&lt;br /&gt;bags...nah! Taga&lt;br /&gt;Malaybalay jud ka! Dayn di naka tultulan&lt;br /&gt;asa dapit&lt;br /&gt;ang signature na mga ukay-ukay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Kabalo ka unsa'y meaning sa&lt;br /&gt;Kalasungay&lt;br /&gt;kumbo.&lt;br /&gt;Ug kabalo na pud ka nga dili magtaka&lt;br /&gt;mag-mention&lt;br /&gt;ana. Kay kabalo naman nga mapangag,&lt;br /&gt;mabungi&lt;br /&gt;ug&lt;br /&gt;mabali-an ang magpataka ug storya'g&lt;br /&gt;Kalasungay&lt;br /&gt;kumbo. Labi na ug naa within hearing&lt;br /&gt;distance ang&lt;br /&gt;naghimo aning "facts about&lt;br /&gt;Malaybalay - AKO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Kung katuod ka sa new location sa&lt;br /&gt;MATI, taga&lt;br /&gt;Malaybalay ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Kabalo gani ka aha ang pinakabarato&lt;br /&gt;ug&lt;br /&gt;pinakalami nga barbecues... di na ka&lt;br /&gt;puwede ilaron&lt;br /&gt;sa uban kay Canto Dos ra jud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Kung knows na ka nga ang Belyca&lt;br /&gt;badminton&lt;br /&gt;center na, tapos ang Faro kay Novo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Kung wala kay nasabtan sa aning&lt;br /&gt;tanan, hoy, di&lt;br /&gt;ka taga-Malaybalay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.kung wa ka kaila ni BUDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.kung wa ka kaila kun kinsay nang&lt;br /&gt;tawhana&lt;br /&gt;hilig muhikap sa mga ligid ug&lt;br /&gt;manilap.kinsa man&lt;br /&gt;daw bi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.kung wala nimo na miss ang pinaka&lt;br /&gt;lami nga&lt;br /&gt;pizza sa sunflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.kung wa kay nasabtan----di ka tga&lt;br /&gt;malaybalay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. kung mahilig ka musulti og 'BAI'..&lt;br /&gt;pareha sa samok kay bai, yawa kay bai,&lt;br /&gt;kaulit kay bai.. tga malaybalay jud ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. kung mahilig kag redhorse. sure na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. kinsa man c tonton bi..? shake that&lt;br /&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-6156605113241915605?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/DbWko6D4q4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/6156605113241915605/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=6156605113241915605" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/6156605113241915605?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/6156605113241915605?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/DbWko6D4q4s/kung-taga-malaybalay-gyud-ka.html" title="Kung Taga Malaybalay Gyud Ka" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/06/kung-taga-malaybalay-gyud-ka.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4FQHc_fip7ImA9WxdSFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-3440466885845974353</id><published>2008-05-21T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:48:31.946-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-22T04:48:31.946-07:00</app:edited><title>Hail 'Ka Bel'</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I am a very emotional and sensitive person. I easily cry (well, lately..it started during my sophomore year in college) and I am always moved by inspiring stories and documentaries and other sorts of the like. I tell you, movies always make me cry. That's why my date always has the advantage inside the movie house because I would definitely need a shoulder to lean on and a hanky to borrow for I hate bringing bags or pouches (but please, don't date me 'coz am not a fan of such). Alright, then yesterday morning my housemate bought a newspaper. He always grabs one each morning for him to keep on track of current events, for his blog's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, the frontpage made me burst into tears. The news about Ka Bel, the congressman representing ANAKPAWIS, who died falling from his bungalow's rooftop crushed my world apart. Realizing the fact that he lived in a low class house even when I know for a fact that he could afford buying a condo unit in the metropolis was very painful.  Well, that is if he opened doors for the mainstream culprits in the government to swallow his pride. Then all the rants of the Meralco and the Government preceded on the other pages. Then I turned on the television and the news was about Gloria Arroyo's wealth which skyrocketed this year compared to last year. And opposite to that of Ka Bel's net worth and list of assets, Madam GMA's were talking millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me think that implicitly, it was because Ka Bel, despite his age, managed to fix their roof that led to his death. If only he lived in a well furnished place and a carpenter was there to fix what he had to fix, then maybe we still had a hero in this doomed country. Maybe a tear never would have flown in sadness. Maybe it would have been tears of joy for learning that in a society filled with materialistic desires, there was a person who remained dignified.. a simple man who made massive and magnificent changes to a country I call Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-3440466885845974353?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/z0nMegVXcZE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/3440466885845974353/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=3440466885845974353" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/3440466885845974353?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/3440466885845974353?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/z0nMegVXcZE/hail-ka-bel.html" title="Hail 'Ka Bel'" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/05/hail-ka-bel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEMQ3w4cSp7ImA9WxdTEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-2314482514129887150</id><published>2008-05-08T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:44:42.239-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-08T15:44:42.239-07:00</app:edited><title>Why I Hate Late</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few minutes ago, I found out that I have been a dumb loser again. Failing to meet a certain deadline of a prestigious institution and now, I think I'm doomed. I hate late. I hate being late. It ruins everything, it shatters my world apart. It is the culprit of my dreams. Regrets eat me like spam inasmuch as I feel drunk for realizing that I have given all the freedom to this intangible culprit to ruin everything I have been planning for months. It sucks and it sucks. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, being late isn't new to me. I have garnered several awards way back in high school, elementary and even when I was in nursery (yeah, I found notes from my nursery teachers on my mom's file box). But things are different now, you can't just let a big fish slip away from your grip. As they say, "strike while the iron is hot." And I am very well oriented with that.  However, the problem with me is, I don't feel the hotness of the iron until I realize that something is already burning. Well, metaphorically speaking it just boils down to the very point of this post--and that is, I am a clumsy flimsy reckless late comer. And with this, I need to charge the consequences to my "opportunity excess credits." What a life.&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/3338837307969714350-2314482514129887150?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/fWYNEs008Q8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/2314482514129887150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=2314482514129887150" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/2314482514129887150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/2314482514129887150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/fWYNEs008Q8/why-i-hate-late.html" title="Why I Hate Late" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-hate-late.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ACSX08cCp7ImA9WxVQEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-8145200975815079343</id><published>2008-03-10T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:09:28.378-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-27T20:09:28.378-08:00</app:edited><title>Clinton Equals Arroyo?</title><content type="html">Women have the same set of feathers. Well, not generally, but metaphorically--since all women have a distinctive personality, like men of course.  But one cannot take away the categorical representation of gender in the society.  My main issue here tackles the candidacy of Hillary Clinton--as she is battling her way to the Democratic nomination against Barack Obama--and the endless ouster rallies fired towards Gloria Macapagal Arroyo.  It just came to me, will the issue on "gender" hit two birds with one stone? Will Clinton's candidacy be directly or indirectly affected by what Arroyo has digged her image? I mean, they are both women.  And that alone, is a common denominator.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to this blab I want to share, well, it is apparently evident that the number of Filipinos migrating to United States of America rising each year.  And in contemporary evaluation, around 4,000 or 1.5 percent of the U.S. population comprise Filipino Americans.  Now here's the case, I have seen the rallies performed by New Yorkers at Queens last week.  I suppose they are also raged by the controversy the first family is entangled with.  I remember the No Remittance Day commenced by Hong Kong OFWs.  Which of course alarmed Malacañang, which I believe is a good sign.  It goes to show that they also have their own so-called "fears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, going back to Clinton and Arroyo. And that they are women. And they both want to rule their respective nation--Philippines for GMA and USA for Clinton. Influential and powerful 'companion' or husband.  They are pretty much the same in almost all fields in the context of politics and fame.  Only that, Gloria can now be taken as a "model" to women presidentiables. And Clinton is the "hopeful one." I just hope she's not hoping to be like PGMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen powerful and successful women presidents all over the world.  But I guess our country is too unfortunate to have bumped on the sort of "Most Corrupt" president among the 5.  Thus, a salute to former woman president Aquino for being the cleanest.  However, women partylists have been rallying for the ouster of GMA, someone I would like to call "President by Cheat."  I bet Fil-Ams are aware of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, would they risk placing Hillary (who is a woman) on white house although they have seen the mess the 'woman president' of the Philippines has done?   Allow me to collaborate the idea of "husband participation." Bill Clinton has topped the stories.  Mike Arroyo has wiped their reputation.  Anomalies.  Mud-slinging.  Are Americans prepared for a woman president? Good, if she won't make a mess out of it.  Daym(!) if she also becomes "the luckiest b*tch in town."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-8145200975815079343?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/4rRXWZo2KI4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8145200975815079343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=8145200975815079343" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/8145200975815079343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/8145200975815079343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/4rRXWZo2KI4/clinton-equals-arroyo.html" title="Clinton Equals Arroyo?" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/03/clinton-equals-arroyo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QARXw4eCp7ImA9WxZUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-6954109288792236981</id><published>2008-03-10T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T12:15:44.230-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-06T12:15:44.230-07:00</app:edited><title>Rally on March 14 3PM</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm greetings of peace and solidarity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our inter-faith gathering last February 29 was an enormous success, the biggest ever mobilization for truth since anomalies in the ZTE-NBN deal were exposed by Jose de Venecia III and Engr. Rodolfo “Jun” Lozada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to 85,000 students, teachers, workers, professionals, lawyers, the religious, and all others from different walks of life gathered in prayer, chants, and songs to denounce widespread corruption in government and to stand-up for genuine social and economic change. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth and students took center stage in the activity, foiling attempts by Malacanang to stop youth participation in the event, such as "bomb threats" and cancellation of classes at the Polytechnic University of the Philippines and other schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, our struggle for the truth is far from over. One can even say that it has only begun. We still have a government that is shameless and that refuses to listen to the people that it purports to serve. We still have a government that is yet to account for its crimes against the people. We still have public officials that claim innocence despite massive evidence to the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, before the Lenten break, before we finish our academic responsibilities, we invite you to attend the multi-sectoral gathering on March 14, 3pm-7pm at the Liwasang Bonifacio in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students from the University of the Philippines System, De La Salle University, Ateneo de&lt;br /&gt;Manila University, University of Asia and the Pacific, University of Santo Tomas, Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;University of the Philippines, various High Schools among others shall be joining the urban poor, the business sector, and other sectors to make their mark and urge the government to listen to its people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University Pep Squads, student performing groups, and the bands Datu's Tribe, Radioactive Sago Project, The Jerks, Stick Figgas, and the Musicians for Peace have been invited to perform on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encourage you to wear your school's colors and bring placards (the more creative and&lt;br /&gt;youthful, the better), balloons, and your friends, schoolmates, and classmates along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth assembly points are at Taft Avenue cor. Kalaw and UST-Espana at 1pm before marching to Liwasang Bonifacio.&lt;/span&gt; At the venue, the youth contingent shall be up front, before the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you have any questions, visit www.youthactnow.com, or contact us at&lt;br /&gt;youth.act.now@gmail.com or 09177910315.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courtesy of NUSP and the Public Administration Society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-6954109288792236981?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/wTK-Apb1On0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/6954109288792236981/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=6954109288792236981" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/6954109288792236981?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/6954109288792236981?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/wTK-Apb1On0/rally-on-march-14-3pm.html" title="Rally on March 14 3PM" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/03/rally-on-march-14-3pm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDSHgzeSp7ImA9WxZUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-8201021145996101136</id><published>2008-03-04T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:01:19.681-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-07T09:01:19.681-07:00</app:edited><title>Return of the State: A step to the future</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Return of the State.&lt;/span&gt;  I made a book review last year on Adam Harmes' work and since his book is my main reference, I gave his site a comment.  I never really expected my comment would be published because I self-evaluated it as nothing bu full of crap.  Thus to my great surprise, it went in. Thanks to the &lt;a href="http://writerscafe.ca/book_blogs/writers/adam-harmes_the-return-of-the-state.php"&gt;Writer's Cafe' in Canada&lt;/a&gt;. Serves them well though.  They placed a voice representation on the book and I really gained several insights on topics such as: globalization, Kyoto Protocol and Power-Brokers.  You might hear the interview on the author as well. You may find it on their website. I managed to place the thumbnail of my comment on the website below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Return of the State: A step to the future.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Political and economic state must indeed not overlap with its corresponding powers so as not to gain results which may cause the clashing of principles, given the fact that both fields are indulged in broad and wide scopes. Moreover, perceivably with such grave regard on the world's innovation and participation on free trade, the international organizations must not only settle on the immediate consideration of events and implications of the fast changing global economy, but must tend to anticipate the future's stake at that. Indeed, Adam Harmes' Return of the State unfolds the need of collaboration within countries. :) Mabuhay!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-8201021145996101136?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/f4mN0-F9AyE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8201021145996101136/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=8201021145996101136" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/8201021145996101136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/8201021145996101136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/f4mN0-F9AyE/return-of-state-step-to-future.html" title="Return of the State: A step to the future" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/03/return-of-state-step-to-future.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAEQXY7eip7ImA9WxZUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-13003997703479202</id><published>2008-02-29T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:55:00.802-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-07T08:55:00.802-07:00</app:edited><title>Is Bukidnon being heard?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the midst of the country's political turmoil, how is the province I used to reside for almost 20 years? All I could do is hope and pray that they are doing fine and that they are taking this "historical dilemma embracing our nation" in a liberal and vigilant manner.  I recall the time when Manila was too busy rallying on the streets to oust former president Joseph Estrada.  My folks were attentive to the media and I myself never laid back on my sensitivity on how Luzon's decision would lead.  Malaybalay or Bukidnon at that, is a part of the Philippine archipelago.  But are our voices heard? I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, another people power has transcribed and voices are taken on the streets again.  Too bad for me I could no longer witness how my colleagues and neighbors would react to the present situation.  I personally think our region never wanted to change the president way back during EDSA 2.  But clearly, it was the voice of Luzon that surfaced.  We felt undermined.  We never  had the chance to air our sentiments.  Just recently, I witnessed how the people in Luzon took their pride on the  streets.  But same as usual, I haven't heard the voices of those from my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is because media is absent (or not that blatant) in our place.  And media is apparently the best path to be heard.  To be informed.  That is one aspect I would like to raise.  This then leads me to the point of charter change.  Maybe it's the hope that we need to become independent and be heard.  If we are federalized then maybe we'll have an ABS-CBN or GMA. Whatsoever.  We need our opinions to be given importance.  To be a part of the country's decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they want a knew president? Do they feel robbed by the present government? Are they supporting Jun Lozada as much as Luzon stress it? How about Visayas? I have no idea.  But soon, in week's time, I shall be able to hear their heeds and I intend to have it heard nationwide.  So that Philippines will be Philippines, not just a geological subdivision where the cities are heard and the mountains aren't.  This crippled nation needs help.  Trust me, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-13003997703479202?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/ySt7tUKrA_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/13003997703479202/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=13003997703479202" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/13003997703479202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/13003997703479202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/ySt7tUKrA_4/is-bukidnon-being-heard.html" title="Is Bukidnon being heard?" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-bukidnon-being-heard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEERno8fip7ImA9WxZUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-5427737737586690262</id><published>2008-02-24T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:53:27.476-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-07T08:53:27.476-07:00</app:edited><title>Belligerent with P36/day</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is the EDSA anniversary and songs have been written in aide of showing how democracy in the country ravishes through our blood. Hence I can see it all as just a facade of the truth that lies beneath it. Our nation is in crisis, yet, there are those who manage to have a good night sleep.  Sometimes, I ask my boyfriend (who is very liberal with the subject on politics--you can check his blog to confirm that) in a casual conversation, "do we need a new president?" (just visit is &lt;a href="http://pinoystarbuzz.blogspot.com"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt; for his answer).  Then I realized that we somehow share the same stance on the subject.  I came to a point where I can no longer swallow the words I hear from political hypocrites and quasi-dictators ruling our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears to me that the country is no longer the promise land that I used to reside in. The explicitness of lies by political icons, military leaders and the moral ascendancy of (used-to-be) modern day heroes are disregarded by those whom I would like to call alter ego descendants of the elite few. It's like, they could lie and talk and turn every person's head without having constitutional consequences.  It seems like they don't even care if the whole world is watching and has heard them.  "What's to lose anyway?"--is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has to be done to help save the country? What kind of future is at stake for these kids whose parents are earning less than a dollar a day?  I remember a documentation by Jay Taruc which stressed NSO expressing the fact that "a Filipino may survive with 36 pesos a day." (oh come on, where's reality here?) That's not even enough for one meal (personally speaking). This leads me to the issue that boggles the society today. There are alleged millions++ of kickbacks and commissions that some politicians get from government projects. Wooohh... How about lifting the P36 a day budget per person? Share it to them instead. Err.. Goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-5427737737586690262?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/MhpgiLOmjvc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/5427737737586690262/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=5427737737586690262" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/5427737737586690262?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/5427737737586690262?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/MhpgiLOmjvc/belligerent-with-p36-day.html" title="Belligerent with P36/day" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/belligerent-with-p36-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQARX86eyp7ImA9WxZXEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-3503492742965355263</id><published>2008-02-23T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:59:04.113-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-26T00:59:04.113-08:00</app:edited><title>Natively Bukidnon</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beauty pageants and runway shows in Malaybalay City--even in the province of Bukidnon--normally have their candidates or models showcase ethnic attires in opening the program. These photos were taken from the events I have joined or participated at that in the province. Well, it just goes to show that Bukidnon keeps the fire of its culture burning even though the community is already dipped in the thrills of modern fashion. I wore a purely beaded attire (see in slideshow below) in a tourism event, March last year and honestly, it was reeeally weighty. This is the caption on that photo: "I got confused on how to react wearing that thing made of beads (ONLY) twas kinda heavy to wear.. haha! but then again, I held no choice but to quack =p or mah lola would kill me." Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookedpics.blogspot.com/2008/02/natively-bukidnon-beaded-attire.html"&gt;Read full post here&lt;/a&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/3338837307969714350-3503492742965355263?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/eM05IliRdOk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/3503492742965355263/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=3503492742965355263" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/3503492742965355263?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/3503492742965355263?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/eM05IliRdOk/natively-bukidnon.html" title="Natively Bukidnon" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><category term="ONLY" scheme="http://rss.financialcontent.com/stocksymbol" /><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/natively-bukidnon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYCR3o8fip7ImA9WxZQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-4229320636627321382</id><published>2008-02-19T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:36:06.476-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-21T12:36:06.476-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog" /><title>Crisis Management for Hotels</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A dilemma is a typical thing that happens in any place.  No one holds time and there will always be inevitable things that come along the way--expected or unexpected.  However, these inevitable changes can be managed if one is prepared.  Crisis management is an important tool not only to average individuals but especially for hotel managers.  Here are a few tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bomb incidences, the most efficient way to aide the incident is through a forced shut down of all the electrical circuits to avoid a spread in the damage caused by the garage explosion.  The safest way then is to seek for help from individuals who are most able and expert in containing electrical and technical problems so as to keep entities which can still be saved and stop possible contagious dents which might gravely affect the whole hotel itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Responders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most intellectual move to take being the manager or the head of the entity is to seek for help from those who are held responsible for the explosion or the attack for that instance (Rothwell).  Perceivably, the most ideal respondents would be the police, the fire department and emergency rescue team units to help in expunging the possible consequences of the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a public entity, the occupants shall surely feel a desperate form of emotion over hat happened, which might also affect anyone who works in the hotel, them being held liable for whatsoever circumstance.  By then, the best way is to identify the culprit of the commotion, and give fair justice on those who were innocent, and offer proper compensation as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insurance Agents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fair deal over the damage and the investment would be well taken following the regulations in insurance statements and through the assistance of a legal counsel for that matter.  It is safe to not make a move not unless the incident has been critically analyzed and deliberated.  The lawyer shall then study the event and the most proficient way to clean up the mess.&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/3338837307969714350-4229320636627321382?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/ZuId_ZLxfYk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4229320636627321382/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=4229320636627321382" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/4229320636627321382?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/4229320636627321382?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/ZuId_ZLxfYk/crisis-management-for-hotels.html" title="Crisis Management for Hotels" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/crisis-management-for-hotels.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUEQns5fCp7ImA9WxZQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-7892823456752346796</id><published>2008-02-18T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:36:43.524-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-21T12:36:43.524-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photos" /><title>Movies that thrill me</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every individual’s sentiment is most often triggered when a heart warming story captivates the compassion of a reader.  In this certain point, a reader tends to shoe the role played by a character and is able to relate basing on one’s experiences.  Most readers dwell more on the dramatic events of a story, poetry of realism or on the climax of the whole gist of the chronicle.  Movies, for that instance, play a big role in every person.  It may be have implicit results, but every movie watched always give an impact—positively or negatively.  Thus, it also depends on what movies one love to watch.  But that is beyond the essence of this article.  Here are movies which randomly came to my senses and I have indiscriminately watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KoSkQr8sf_o/R7rZKw8KQiI/AAAAAAAAADs/nhIdqV2Jpw4/s1600-h/cn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KoSkQr8sf_o/R7rZKw8KQiI/AAAAAAAAADs/nhIdqV2Jpw4/s400/cn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168682301320217122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3338837307969714350-7892823456752346796?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/4kczIZ0nrTE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/7892823456752346796/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=7892823456752346796" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/7892823456752346796?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/7892823456752346796?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/4kczIZ0nrTE/movies-that-thrill-me.html" title="Movies that thrill me" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KoSkQr8sf_o/R7rZKw8KQiI/AAAAAAAAADs/nhIdqV2Jpw4/s72-c/cn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/movies-that-thrill-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNR34_fip7ImA9WxZQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-7346599417124801245</id><published>2008-02-08T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:36:36.046-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-24T20:36:36.046-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog" /><title>Civil Service Exam Result October 2007 Examination</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    I scoured the internet for the results of the Civil Service Exams Career Service Examination-Paper and Pencil Test (CSE-PPT) for both Professional and Sub-professional levels&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (SEE &lt;a href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/civil-service-exam-result-october-2007.html"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt; FOR OFFICIAL RESULTS BELOW)&lt;/span&gt; but for so many times I was dumbfounded to see that the latest update for the website of the Civil Service Commission was dated January 24, 2007.  But since I was so eager to find the results, I googled it over but the results that flashed before me were Yahoo! Answers and the website of the CSC but sad to realize that latest they only had the results for July 22, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for quite a while, the skeptic me gave up and (sad to say) but awful thought came up to me.  The country is sick again, and the government is in stagnant state so to speak.  However, this blog won't serve any significance if I'd just end the story that way.  On the night of January 31, 2008, I again diveted my enthusiasm over social network sites and googled over the civil service exam results.  Still, the hits gave me the same ol' story.  Results which led me to an emtpy crap.  Hence, I managed to google some more and tried numerous 'tags' which might give me the "much awaited CSC exam results" and there.. I came across the 2008 News Releases of the government entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted: December 28, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;CSC issues 2008 civil service exam calendar THE CIVIL Service Commission (CSC) announces the calendar of civil service written examinations for 2008, with the Career Service Examination-Paper and Pencil Test (CSE-PPT) for Professional and Sub-professional levels scheduled thrice on March 9, July 27, and November 16. The CSE-PPT for Professional and Sub-professional levels are open to applicants who are at least 18 years old, regardless of educational attainment. Passing the Career Service examinations would result in the conferment of either Professional eligibility or Sub-professional eligibility, which, among other requirements, is needed for appointment to corresponding positions in the government. &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;a href="http://csc.gov.ph/"&gt;Read more..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted: January 7, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;CSC stops rechecking of civil service test results THE Civil Service Commission (CSC) shall no longer accept requests for rechecking of results of its various examinations.  This, following the recent issuance of a directive on the Termination of the Rechecking of Results of Civil Service Examinations contained in CSC Resolution No. 072342 dated December 12, 2007. In directing the termination of rechecking of test results, the Commission particularly cited that “statistical probability of passing the test after rechecking is very remote”. Data gathered from the last three years revealed that machine scoring is highly reliable and accurate. Rechecking of results in all types of civil service examinations will be discontinued beginning with the results of the October 28, 2007 Career Service Examination-Paper and Pencil Test (CSE-PPT) for both Professional and Sub-professional levels. This means that requests for rechecking of results of the October 28, 2007 CSE-PPT and all examinations... Read more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I saw a post dated "2008" on the website.  To my surpise, it was the light beneath my path.  Okay, I know you want to know the site so I won't make this longer.  Below is the URL of the civil service exams results for those who took the exam OCTOBER 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OCTOBER 28, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Career Service Professional / Subprofessional Exams RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csc.gov.ph/cscweb/exam_results.html"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope you'll be able to read this post and finally end the agony of googling endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" name="January 7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" name="January 7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a name="January 7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3338837307969714350-7346599417124801245?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/UC12tUc0XAc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/7346599417124801245/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=7346599417124801245" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/7346599417124801245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/7346599417124801245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/UC12tUc0XAc/civil-service-exam-result-october-2007.html" title="Civil Service Exam Result October 2007 Examination" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><category term="CSC" scheme="http://rss.financialcontent.com/stocksymbol" /><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/civil-service-exam-result-october-2007.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEECQH05eip7ImA9WxZQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-6953231973147899786</id><published>2008-02-07T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:44:21.322-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-21T12:44:21.322-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos" /><title>Tay Zonday's Chocolate Rain</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boomed in the year 2007, i'm pretty sure YouTube addicts know Tay Zonday.  Ah huh.  His voice is magnificently mysterious. My gosh! I honestly can't believe he's human.  But mind you people, this guy has gained the top charts in YouTube with millions of hits.  And as a matter of fact, his songs (voice recordings perhaps) are already sold on the market. Wow, YouTube is really a gateway to stardom. Charice Pempengco in FalseVoice.  She is now internationally acclaimed.  Post your creative videos as well.  Who knows, you may be the next Tay or Charice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=cstpimentel:video:5&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-6953231973147899786?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/m_qKCBOCc9A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/6953231973147899786/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=6953231973147899786" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/6953231973147899786?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/6953231973147899786?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/m_qKCBOCc9A/tay-zondays-chocolate-rain.html" title="Tay Zonday's Chocolate Rain" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/tay-zondays-chocolate-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUBQX49eSp7ImA9WxZQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-912719768813321683</id><published>2008-02-07T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:37:30.061-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-21T12:37:30.061-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos" /><title>Filipina for Obama</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found this video on &lt;a href="http://barackobama.com/"&gt;Barack Obama's Website&lt;/a&gt;.  Geez, I am not an American but I was moved by the video and the campaign itself.  I believe it's obvious that a lot of people believe in him. It is very rare that a voter actually believe and trust a presidentiable.  As a matter of fact, everytime I see him give his speech on TV, I am honestly diverted to a dimension of hope (and that is very unusual for a filipina, come to think of it, the Philippine government can't even gain the trust of their fellowmen).  Yes, I could not participate in the elections, but I do know for a fact that whoever wins the White House, will gradually impact not only America but the other countries as well, Philippines would be on top of th list since our president have close ties with US.  I do hope he'd be the International Commander in Chief so that he could change and help not only the citizens of the United States of America but including 3rd world countries which are crumbling down (I guess I need not to specify what I'm talking about).  He's not only smart and determined to help people but he proves himself worthy to build a nation anchored with trust from the citizens and in return help them improve their way of living.  I haven't personally seen him, but I can tell he's sincere with every word he says. I hope my country would have a president that'll move me too.  But the best I could ever do to extend my support for him is by posting this blog and share my thoughts on Obama's potential to my friends and relatives in US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES WE CAN. Believe me, HE CAN and HE WILL if Americans will give him the chance. YOU DECIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fZHou18Cdk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fZHou18Cdk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="400" width="400"&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/3338837307969714350-912719768813321683?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/b7Ewi3Excys" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/912719768813321683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=912719768813321683" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/912719768813321683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/912719768813321683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/b7Ewi3Excys/filipina-for-obama.html" title="Filipina for Obama" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/filipina-for-obama.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHRHw_fip7ImA9WxZQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-4275863619972968880</id><published>2008-02-06T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:45:35.246-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-21T12:45:35.246-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos" /><title>Family Guy Ultimate Episode</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe you've heard about the controversy on Family Guy.  About the show being undeniably racist, pornographic, immoral and absolutely not advisable for children to watch.  Well, this video is the perfect representation of the aforementioned descriptions about the show.  And not only that, this video is trying to mock Him. (yes, it does.) Hmm.. You may have diverse reactions and comments on the video.  Do you find it funny? Do you find it disgusting? I dunno. Sup to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=cstpimentel:video:3&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-4275863619972968880?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/9CzPN7wNgu8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/4275863619972968880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=4275863619972968880" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/4275863619972968880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/4275863619972968880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/9CzPN7wNgu8/family-guy-ultimate-episode.html" title="Family Guy Ultimate Episode" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-guy-ultimate-episode.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEADRHkzfip7ImA9WxZQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-8543237973508174265</id><published>2008-02-05T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:46:15.786-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-21T12:46:15.786-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos" /><title>Herson Takaw King</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meet Herson. My lover and my friend.  Haha.  He'd kill me for this. Anyway, this video was taken July 2007 and my goodness.  I can't actually believe he could swallow food like a monster. Nyahaha. Geez. Well, it was a sweet moment at Seven Eleven.  Why? Because the security guard and the customers were looking at him while eating. Nyahaha. :p He looks cute naman ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=cstpimentel:video:12&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-8543237973508174265?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/FBtaQyX5Pys" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/8543237973508174265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=8543237973508174265" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/8543237973508174265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/8543237973508174265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/FBtaQyX5Pys/herson-takaw-king.html" title="Herson Takaw King" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/herson-takaw-king.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcBSXk_fSp7ImA9WxZQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-597966483938133520</id><published>2008-02-04T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:50:58.745-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-21T12:50:58.745-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos" /><title>Metrobank Tambayan Blues</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are my colleagues at work.  It was a payday. So, we were hell-a-excited to have our cheques in-cashed at the bank. Guh! To our dismay, the priority numbers we had were millions away from reality. I mean like, we had to wait for about 4 hours to be accomodated and heto pa mahn, it seemed like there was a barangay convention inside the bank.  Siksikan talaga! Me gush.  So to compensate the discouraging moment, we took pictures and videos after the event. Whew! I just hoped the money we in-cashed were enough to feed our hungry tummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=cstpimentel:video:20&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=cstpimentel:video:19&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-597966483938133520?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/B8CaQ8tEZdY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/597966483938133520/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=597966483938133520" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/597966483938133520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/597966483938133520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/B8CaQ8tEZdY/metrobank-tambayan-blues.html" title="Metrobank Tambayan Blues" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/metrobank-tambayan-blues.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcMSXszcSp7ImA9WxZQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-5899285589218218795</id><published>2008-02-03T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:51:28.589-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-21T12:51:28.589-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos" /><title>Grunge Night at UPLB S.U.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This video was taken during the Grunge Night 2007 at University of the Philippines - Los Baños Student Union building.  It was a cool night though.  Frat Men were there.  I think the event was spearheaded by Dan's fraternity.  Gamma Eps (i think?) Okay. There were several bands who performed and trust me, the place was rocking.  However, it felt a little awkward since there was a "cultural exhibit" around a meter away from the activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=cstpimentel:video:9&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3338837307969714350-5899285589218218795?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/LdNu4cUFnFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/5899285589218218795/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=5899285589218218795" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/5899285589218218795?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/5899285589218218795?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/LdNu4cUFnFM/grunge-night-at-uplb-su.html" title="Grunge Night at UPLB S.U." /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/02/grunge-night-at-uplb-su.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCRXc7fCp7ImA9WxZQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338837307969714350.post-38496791202201340</id><published>2008-01-31T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:37:44.904-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-21T12:37:44.904-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog" /><title>Interesting Animal Planet Shows</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://swimatyourownrisk.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/slide4_v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://swimatyourownrisk.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/slide4_v.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    It's funny how cable subscribers tend to take-for-granted shows that are seemingly "too professional" or "geeky" to watch.  I came across a pamphlet given by the cable subscriber here in LB and an astounding thought crossed my mind after I have read the featured shows on Animal Planet (which I rarely watch).  It appeared that the shows were for the months November and December and I honestly felt bad realizing that I have been watching silly reality TV shows on other channels than spending time with educational shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well anyway, for those who think it's boring to watch shows with animals on it, these might inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bindi: The Jungle Girl&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Most people know Bindi Irwin as the dynamic nine-year-old daughter of the Croc Hunter Steve and Terri Erwin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Bindi was born with their passion for animal conservation and their enthusiasm for wildlife -- the wilder, the better, in Bindi's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journey of Life with Steve Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    In a journey from sea, to land, to sky, life has evolved remarkable solutions to the challenge of survival.  Witness key breakthroughs with Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.khmerbusiness.com/khmerpage/mekong/mekong-morning-66.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mekong: Soul of a River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    This epic series traces the Mekong River from its birthplace to its winding path down the Indochina region and express why the Mekong is the lifeblood of Asia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chernobyl: Life in the Dead Zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    The site of the world's worst nuclear accident was hastily abandoned by panic-stricken humans over 20 years ago.  only a number of house pets and indigenous wild animals remained.  To the surprise of scientists, they not only survived, but thrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.boydsmillspress.com/coverimages/medium/978-1-59078-459-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astrochimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Ham, the baby chimp from Cameron, was chosen from over 40 other chimps and trained by some of the best scientists and pilots in the world to become the first astrochimp in space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharkman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Driven by his passion to change the public's opinion about sharks, Michael Rutzen left his job and family to go on a daring quest - to learn how to hypnotize big sharks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secret Life of Otters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    One of the most enduring animals alive, otters are known for their beauty, intelligence, and cheeky, playful personalities.  However their secretive nature and a tendency to avoid humans mean that otters are seldom seen in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's amazing how Animal Planet and Discovery Channel seek for means to attract the audience.  Yet, there are still those who find their shows uninteresting.  The shows are entertaining, educational and essentially beneficial to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3338837307969714350-38496791202201340?l=bookednoun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~4/rrBCRS14FeU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/feeds/38496791202201340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3338837307969714350&amp;postID=38496791202201340" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/38496791202201340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3338837307969714350/posts/default/38496791202201340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/panP/~3/rrBCRS14FeU/interesting-animal-planet-shows.html" title="Interesting Animal Planet Shows" /><author><name>Sheena Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11233871868326704185</uri><email>cstpimentel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14322978833102787578" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bookednoun.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-animal-planet-shows.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
