<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998</id><updated>2024-08-28T17:44:06.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEQ-i&#39;s realm</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&quot;I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.&quot; - Umberto Eco&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-7944216822461839891</id><published>2016-07-04T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2016-07-04T09:19:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">2 years ago, when I enrolled for an online course at UP Open University. This was an assignment.




My Understanding of the Environment

08 July 2013

by Lyndsy Bartolome



As a child when I was only starting to learn
about things that surround us, I basically understood that what surrounded me
was “the environment”, the physical setting – what I see, hear, taste, smell
and touch. I have little</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/7944216822461839891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/7944216822461839891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/7944216822461839891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/7944216822461839891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2016/07/2-years-ago-when-i-enrolled-for-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-5721905305707964343</id><published>2013-09-26T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-09-26T16:19:13.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Heads   Happy Remix Dj Ale</title><summary type="text"></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/5721905305707964343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/5721905305707964343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/5721905305707964343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/5721905305707964343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2013/09/square-heads-happy-remix-dj-ale.html' title='Square Heads   Happy Remix Dj Ale'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-3572173356060982197</id><published>2013-09-25T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-09-25T16:32:52.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">&quot;...hope for the best, prepare for the worst, and take anything in between.&quot; - Maya Angelou</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/3572173356060982197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/3572173356060982197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/3572173356060982197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/3572173356060982197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2013/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-5921797721521018093</id><published>2013-09-25T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-09-25T09:21:12.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers, again</title><summary type="text"></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/5921797721521018093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/5921797721521018093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/5921797721521018093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/5921797721521018093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2013/09/strangers-again.html' title='Strangers, again'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-820710788475866362</id><published>2013-01-28T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-01-28T20:56:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts: on responding</title><summary type="text">
&quot;Huwag mong hanapin ang sarili mo sa iba...&quot; heard it from a man who must have been through a lot in his life. It makes sense.

Sometimes I get so frustrated with the expectations I set for myself, and for others as to how they should be. I tend to think that maybe others will be thinking the same way as I should. I&#39;m expecting some kind of initiative from people, but it&#39;s just making me more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/820710788475866362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/820710788475866362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/820710788475866362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/820710788475866362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2013/01/random-thoughts-on-responding.html' title='random thoughts: on responding'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-6773299686078698926</id><published>2012-08-10T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-08-10T21:58:38.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We always have a CHOICE</title><summary type="text">

A story to inspire you all...

Buddha was well known for his ability to respond to evil with good.&amp;nbsp; There was a man who knew about his reputation and he traveled miles and miles and miles to test Buddha.&amp;nbsp;When he arrived and stood before Buddha, he verbally abused him constantly; he insulted him; he challenged him; he did everything he could to offend Buddha.

Buddha was unmoved, he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/6773299686078698926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/6773299686078698926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/6773299686078698926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/6773299686078698926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2012/08/we-always-have-choice.html' title='We always have a CHOICE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-8980971355982695663</id><published>2011-12-12T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:30:08.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Create More Meaningful Relationships, Manifesto Version</title><summary type="text">[Pic] How To Create More Meaningful Relationships, Manifesto Version</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/8980971355982695663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/8980971355982695663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/8980971355982695663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/8980971355982695663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-create-more-meaningful.html' title='How To Create More Meaningful Relationships, Manifesto Version'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-7819721007161255708</id><published>2011-02-08T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T08:24:16.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My pre-Valentine thought</title><summary type="text">I know there are many of you out there - the 30-ish ones, who have been  asked for the nth time. &quot;why are you still single?&quot;... Include me in  that club! Sometimes,  I really don&#39;t know how to react to that question, and if I should even  answer. and sometimes I just tell them with a smile, &quot;It&#39;s just that  way.&quot; - teka, E BAKIT NGA BA? (next question please)Eto pa ang  isa: &quot;you&#39;re not getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/7819721007161255708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/7819721007161255708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/7819721007161255708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/7819721007161255708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-pre-valentine-thought.html' title='My pre-Valentine thought'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-4445041174068001683</id><published>2009-11-24T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:55:37.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bend &amp; break</title><summary type="text">felt sad/mad/disillusioned/disheartened… i dont know how to describe it… harsh realities. but we all have to live with it.dont break rules… maybe we could just bend it a little, but the bending breaks us apart slowly from within.have i succumbed to the “system”? am i one of them?just my thoughts… you have your own. live in peace. im happy for you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/4445041174068001683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/4445041174068001683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/4445041174068001683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/4445041174068001683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/11/bend-break.html' title='bend &amp; break'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-4830798331795953955</id><published>2009-11-19T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:40:11.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>versions of truth</title><summary type="text">everyday, there are conflicts everywhere. it&#39;s the reality of life. one aspect that you cannot get out of. how would you know calmness without chaos? light without darkness? life without death?i have had my share of conflicts within myself. i find myself in the state of confusion every now &amp;amp; then. with so many theories, beliefs, facts, statements, or whatever you call them, i end up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/4830798331795953955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/4830798331795953955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/4830798331795953955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/4830798331795953955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/11/versions-of-truth.html' title='versions of truth'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-5246009347477788226</id><published>2009-11-16T16:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:25:59.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoulder popping...</title><summary type="text">i have this weird popping thingy on my right shoulder whenever i move it for months now, sometimes it hurts, but most of the time it&#39;s just there, popping. hehe! im not sure if this is due to my badminton playing. it hasnt given me problems anyway but i fear it will sooner or later. i have yet to see a doctor, but i also fear that... i fear that the doctor will advise me to stop playing! waaaah! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/5246009347477788226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/5246009347477788226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/5246009347477788226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/5246009347477788226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/11/shoulder-popping.html' title='shoulder popping...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-2552306034415954660</id><published>2009-11-16T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:20:14.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a $Hi+ty thing happened...</title><summary type="text">im just re-posting this Nov. 13 blog entry from my other account...just this morning… amazed by a trivia that a certain superstar owns a 3M pesos worth of bag, my boss is enjoying telling us stories about being rich, being poor. he told us a friend of his owns an expensive Bally bag which he carries around casually, and one day he asked his friend if he is not bothered owning such… this is when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/2552306034415954660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/2552306034415954660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/2552306034415954660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/2552306034415954660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/11/hity-thing-happened.html' title='a $Hi+ty thing happened...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-8723305990177524654</id><published>2009-10-23T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:22:09.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a random quote</title><summary type="text">&quot;I&#39;d rather be a COULD-BE if I cannot be an ARE because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star. I&#39;d rather be a HAS-BEEN than a MIGHT-HAVE-BEEN, for a might have-been has never been, but a has-been was once an are.&quot; - Milton Berle...i have so many might-have-beens in mind. i&#39;ll get to them soon, hope time wont run out on me. if i cant get to them, then maybe it&#39;s not my fate to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/8723305990177524654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/8723305990177524654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/8723305990177524654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/8723305990177524654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-quote.html' title='a random quote'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-8600087475805472060</id><published>2009-09-29T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:05:42.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i deserve better...move on!</title><summary type="text">for the longest time, i&#39;ve dated again... and it was good at first, then it turned out bad. blame it on my naivete. i&#39;ve been out of this kinda thing. i usually just hang out with friends, no emotions involved, just pure hangout time.the guy was ok, he&#39;s a gentleman, he&#39;s sweet (or at least that&#39;s what he let me think he is err was.. i dunno). after the so-called date, he just disappeared, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/8600087475805472060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/8600087475805472060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/8600087475805472060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/8600087475805472060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-deserve-bettermove-on.html' title='i deserve better...move on!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-2310254427718617184</id><published>2009-08-27T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:19:03.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fave lines from Chances Are of Side A</title><summary type="text">  &quot;It&#39;s gonna take some time I knowFor what you feel inside to growBut if to love you has to wait a while, I&#39;ll do itCoz chances are you&#39;ll be mine...Chances are, you&#39;re gonna change your mindChances are, you&#39;re gonna love me tooChances are, you&#39;ll see...&quot;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/2310254427718617184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/2310254427718617184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/2310254427718617184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/2310254427718617184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-fave-lines-from-chances-are-of-side.html' title='my fave lines from Chances Are of Side A'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-1903852061929468300</id><published>2009-08-07T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:50:20.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just some random thoughts...</title><summary type="text">yesterday, while i was encoding a survey form (a side-line job, thanks to friends), i just came to a thought, a question without an answer: how come there&#39;s poverty?richness? i know i will never get an answer to this question, nor can i do something about it. has it something to do with luck? with chance? with destiny? are we all fated to whatever we&#39;ve become?another realization... i somehow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/1903852061929468300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/1903852061929468300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/1903852061929468300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/1903852061929468300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-some-random-thoughts.html' title='just some random thoughts...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-1220983080828555686</id><published>2009-03-30T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:59:22.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sample of reports that i write...</title><summary type="text">i just wanted to post some reports that i did for the office... i got some data and other info from the monthly reports sent by our field personnel... i find it hard to write something which i wasn&#39;t able to experience and see, but somehow i got to finish writing them, maybe that&#39;s what they call &quot;talent&quot;. hahahaha! talk about being confident errr... over-confident! here are two samples:-----</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/1220983080828555686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/1220983080828555686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/1220983080828555686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/1220983080828555686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/03/sample-of-reports-that-i-write.html' title='sample of reports that i write...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-6163817870910131523</id><published>2009-02-16T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:52:27.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live with it!</title><summary type="text">Everyday, when I pray to God, I  tell him &quot;Thy will be done unto me&quot;... but sometimes, i cant help but ask WHY things happen to my life that way. I often tell myself to &quot;Let Go, Let God&quot;, but there&#39;s this constant aching feeling in me that I cant get away from, that i cant get rid of. (hindi kaya bi-polar ako? wehehehe!) Siguro meron talagang mga tao na pinanganak na medyo may kamalasan... I hate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/6163817870910131523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/6163817870910131523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/6163817870910131523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/6163817870910131523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-with-it.html' title='live with it!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-2394487548067641641</id><published>2009-01-20T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:50:14.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, Choice and Acceptance</title><summary type="text">Every now and then, you may have read from my posts about my &quot;quest&quot;, my searching for answers, directions, etc... that I may be getting nowhere, that life has not been that much good for me. Well, enough of that.  I heard from an elder that two of the most important things that God has given us are TIME and CHOICE. I pondered on this thought for a while and made me realize that we should really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/2394487548067641641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/2394487548067641641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/2394487548067641641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/2394487548067641641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-choice-and-acceptance.html' title='Time, Choice and Acceptance'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-5707191191687138396</id><published>2008-07-17T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:47:36.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i&amp;#39;ve been &amp;#39;K&amp;#39;-d</title><summary type="text">did any of you notice that playlists i&#39;ve been posting lately are OSTs from Korean drama? hehehe! ok, i admit, i have been bitten by the korean wave/craze over their drama series. when everyone else was into it 5 yrs ago, i only got to watch a full series on DVD last year.it started when i heard a song from a korean drama (tagalized version), Autumn in My Heart. searched for it over the net and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/5707191191687138396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/5707191191687138396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/5707191191687138396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/5707191191687138396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-been.html' title='i&amp;#39;ve been &amp;#39;K&amp;#39;-d'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-4180564686432553094</id><published>2008-03-17T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:22:05.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>question marks and my weird imagination</title><summary type="text">i may have told few friends, one time or another, that i think im a big &quot;question mark&quot;... seems like i have no idea where my life leads to... always on the run but not getting anywhere. eto na naman ako... trying to find purpose again... haaay! ano ba! until now confused ako.. walang direction... although i try to live my life as decently as possible pero parang lagi may kulang. lagi akong may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/4180564686432553094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/4180564686432553094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/4180564686432553094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/4180564686432553094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2008/03/question-marks-and-my-weird-imagination.html' title='question marks and my weird imagination'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-133113438919248538</id><published>2008-02-05T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:25:10.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonet XVII by Pablo Neruda</title><summary type="text">Sonnet 17by Pablo Neruda&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office&quot; /&gt;I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topazor the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/133113438919248538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/133113438919248538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/133113438919248538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/133113438919248538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2008/02/sonet-xvii-by-pablo-neruda.html' title='Sonet XVII by Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-4320359165476866632</id><published>2007-10-17T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:43:04.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weather-weather lang...</title><summary type="text">i&#39;m loving the weather these past few days. the sun is out but it doesn&#39;t scorch you that much. nights &amp; early mornings are chilly, makes me want to sleep longer...zzzzzz....ooops...  reality check! have to get up &amp; go to work. been snoozing the alarm clock 4 times every five minutes. oh yeah, christmas season is near. have to make that christmas list as early as possible. how many god-children </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/4320359165476866632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/4320359165476866632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/4320359165476866632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/4320359165476866632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2007/10/weather-weather-lang.html' title='weather-weather lang...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-4621162878013773402</id><published>2007-09-18T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:09:04.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life begins at 30!!!</title><summary type="text">hahaha! im 30 yrs old na!!! grabe... thought before that i was gonna live up to 25 only, planned to die young but fate has its way of not letting me. bukas na lang yung dagdag sa post na &#39;to...&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/4621162878013773402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/4621162878013773402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/4621162878013773402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/4621162878013773402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-begins-at-30.html' title='Life begins at 30!!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14920998.post-2247875284163319697</id><published>2007-06-26T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:44:24.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small miracles...</title><summary type="text">im a cynic... i admit that reluctantly... im living a mediocre life... pessimistic that&#39;s what i am. hahaha! negative thoughts.. negative vibes... just let me be this way for a while... this will pass.when i was younger, i had hope that i will become a somebody someday, that im meant to do something great (be an accomplished engineer with masteral or doctorate degree, or maybe discover a cure for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/feeds/2247875284163319697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14920998/2247875284163319697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/2247875284163319697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14920998/posts/default/2247875284163319697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teq77.blogspot.com/2007/06/small-miracles.html' title='small miracles...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344551909886753771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>