<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514</id><updated>2024-12-19T11:33:27.566+08:00</updated><category term="Rants and Raves"/><category term="Blogging"/><category term="Current Events"/><category term="Chalk Talk"/><category term="Travel"/><category term="Vacation"/><category term="Flashback"/><category term="American Idol"/><category term="University Life"/><category term="Videos"/><category term="Academe"/><category term="American Idol 8"/><category term="Contests"/><category term="Movies"/><category term="Pictures"/><category term="Forums"/><category term="Natural Phenomena"/><category term="Songs"/><category term="Student's Works"/><category term="Books"/><category term="Food"/><category term="Petition"/><category term="Scams"/><category term="About the Urban Guru"/><category term="Birthday"/><category term="Concerts"/><category term="Entrance Exams"/><category term="Exhibits"/><category term="GRLA"/><category term="Games"/><category term="Health"/><category term="Holidays"/><category term="Jobs"/><category term="Science Camps"/><category term="Shows"/><category term="Sports"/><title type="text">The urban gurU</title><subtitle type="html">how is it to be a guru in the metro?</subtitle><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-8592844259476687875</id><published>2013-05-15T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-05-15T17:17:14.685+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthday"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flashback"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pictures"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="University Life"/><title type="text">Isang Ordinaryong Araw</title><content type="html">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;
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Sinimulan ang unang oras ng araw ng napakaraming pagbati mula sa aking FB wall.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Laking pasasalamat ko na lamang dahil
nariyan ang FB upang paalalahanan ang mga kaibigan ko.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ngunit nagpapasalamat pa rin naman ako dahil
kung wala ang FB, hindi ako mapapaalalahanan ng mga kaarawan nila.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kaya ayun, quits lang.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sumunod ang isang tawag na hindi pumapalya sa loob halos ng sampung taon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Meron nga lang mga
pagkakataon na delayed ngunit hindi pa rin nakakalimot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Natulog ng alas kwatro ng umaga.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nagising ng pasado alas otso.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hindi pa man buhay na buhay ang diwa ay may isang tawag na
naman.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hindi ko nakilala ang
boses.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dahil ilang beses niyang
nasambit ang “leche ka!” tiyak akong close ko ito.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ngunit sino? Bakit? Paano?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sigurado nga akong close ko ito ngunit hindi ko talaga
mahuli kung kaninong boses ito.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Clue.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Magkababata daw
kami.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ayun, naisip ko rin!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Paano ba naman ay siguro magtatatlong
taon na rin nang huli kong narinig ang boses niya sa telepono.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nag-ayos.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pumasok
sa trabaho.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Umupo sa isang pagpupulong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Isang tawag na naman.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bumili ng tanghalian sa labas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Inilibre ang sarili ng zagu dahil isang linggo nang nag-cacrave
sa halo-halo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Salamat nga pala sa
nagbigay ng tirahang ito kay Chewy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Tutal, sa inyo din naman galing si Chewy!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
May nag-text.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Kung sakaling mabasa mo man ito, bahala ka na kung magrereak
ka.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Judge me kahit hindi ako
book.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pero tandaan mo, birthday
ko.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kahapon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Hayaan mo ng kiligin ang mga makakabasa nito.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kahit punong-puno ng &lt;i&gt;charantia&lt;/i&gt; ang
supposedly reply ko.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Inaantay ko
na ang imbitasyon para sa kasal mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Inantok matapos kumain ng tanghalian.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Tinulugan ang isa pang
pagpupulong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pagkagising ay
panibagong pagpupulong na naman.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pumunta sa dentista.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Umupo halos dalawang oras para sa pagpapatuloy ng root canal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ikalawang linggo ko na ito.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Alas otso na ng gabi yata nang makauwi
ako.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Masakit pero rock.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pagkatapos maghapunan, sinimulang tingnan ang libo-libong larawan
na nakaimbak kay Macky.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nagnilay-nilay.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nagmuni-muni. &lt;/div&gt;
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Natapos na naman pala ang isang taon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sabi ko ilang taon na rin yata ang
nakakalipas, dapat bago ako umabot sa tatlumpo, tapos na ako ng masterado.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nagawa ko ito labing-anim na araw bago
ako nag-dalawampu’t siyam.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ngayong nadagdagan na naman ng isang numero ang mga guhit sa
aking palad, may mga bagong tahakin na naman.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dalangin ko ay matagumpayan ang matagal nang sinimulang mga
kasulatan.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dapat bago umabot ng
tatlumpu ay naisakatuparan na ang lahat ng ito. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hindi ko alam kung ano pa man ang idudulot ng bukas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nakakatakot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Walang kasiguraduhan.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Ngunit isa lang ang nasisigurado ko, gagabayan Niya ako sa lahat ng
oras.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Salamat po sa
dalawampu’t-siyam na taon!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Salamat sa mga luha, tawanan, pagkabigo at muling
pagbangon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Salamat sa mga talento,
pagpapala, at pag-gabay.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Salamat
sa panibagong taon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I told myself, 4 years
ago, that being online distracts me more from juggling my studies and my
work.&amp;nbsp; I ended up with a very, very
long hiatus; I dubbed this as a cyber-hibernation.&amp;nbsp; For this reason, it took me 40 months before I was able to
write again for this blog.&amp;nbsp; I miss
this so badly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Tomorrow I will be graduating for the fifth time.&amp;nbsp; It was my dream to obtain my master’s
degree before the age of 30.&amp;nbsp; In
God’s favor, I will be able to do it 18 days before I turn 29.&amp;nbsp; What took me writing 32 hours before I
receive my graduate degree is an out spurt of vivid memories of my college
graduation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Frustrations.&amp;nbsp;
Expectations.&amp;nbsp; Excitement.&amp;nbsp; Thrill.&amp;nbsp; Anxiety.&amp;nbsp; I
think I’m just stressed out. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Frustration.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Way back in college I really wanted to
win the best student teacher award.&amp;nbsp;
Without any reservations, I asked my supervising teacher if he could
nominate me for the said award.&amp;nbsp; He
then asked me to draft the letter and he will just check it.&amp;nbsp; I did what he told me and so I was
shortlisted for the award.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
I was the President of a &lt;a href="http://psysc.org/"&gt;national organization&lt;/a&gt; during that
time.&amp;nbsp; We organize and conduct
science camps every summer for high school students.&amp;nbsp; That year, we went to Davao City for the annual event.&amp;nbsp; In the middle of the camp, I received
an SMS that I have to be in the college the following day to do a demo
teaching.&amp;nbsp; As much as I wanted to
fly back to Manila, I have to give up the demo teaching.&amp;nbsp; I have to give up my dream.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
It was very disappointing because it was my only chance to
make my mom proud during my graduation day.&amp;nbsp; I was a ‘pasaway’ student during my undergrad years.&amp;nbsp; I have 19 units of 5.0 and 7 units of
4.0.&amp;nbsp; Because of that, I have to
extend for another year so it took me 5 years to finish my course.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The best student award also has a cash prize.&amp;nbsp; Another reason why I badly wanted to
win the award is because I needed the money so I can enroll in a review center
for the board exams.&amp;nbsp; We were in
financial constraints during that time and I know that my mom can’t send me
anymore to a review center.&amp;nbsp; She would
always tell me, “Kaya mo yan!&amp;nbsp;
Hindi mo na kailangan ng review center.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
And so, I was not able to enroll in a review center.&amp;nbsp; Worse, I did not review for the
board.&amp;nbsp; Right after taking the exam
sometime in August 2006, I called my mom.&amp;nbsp;
I told her since I did not review, I am not confident with my
answers.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would fail. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
I did not fail.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
I
passed.&amp;nbsp; I even placed 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;
among the 17,377 successful passers out of 59,457
examinees in the elementary level.&amp;nbsp;
I was crying when I told my mom the good news over the phone.&amp;nbsp; How did I do it?&amp;nbsp; I don’t know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Expectation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Because I was born to be an achiever, receiving
an award during graduation day is not a new thing for me.&amp;nbsp; I was 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; honors in
kindergarten, with honors in grade school, and valedictorian in high
school.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is why I was so
frustrated to graduate in college without any award I can bring home.&amp;nbsp; I lose my competitiveness in the
academe that day.&amp;nbsp; Instead, that competitiveness
was channeled to my students every time we compete in a science contest.&amp;nbsp; In the past six years, I ended up pushing all of my trainees
to do their best.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Nevertheless, I still exerted all my best to complete the requirements
of my MA subjects.&amp;nbsp; I think that
effort paid well.&amp;nbsp; January this
year, I was invited to be a member of an international honor society.&amp;nbsp; Invitation to this organization is
highly dependent on the academic standing of a student.&amp;nbsp; Hence, he/she should belong to the upper 10% of the
graduating class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The invitation made
me compute for my general weighted average (GWA).&amp;nbsp; To my surprise, my GWA is 1.125, without the thesis grade.&amp;nbsp; I honestly don’t know where did this
grade come from.&amp;nbsp; All this time, I
thought only ‘halimaws’ could produce this kind of grade.&amp;nbsp; But no, I am not a ‘halimaw.’&amp;nbsp; Up till now, I am still haunted by my
5.0’s in Math 53, Chem 17, 28, 28, and 31. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Because of the 1.125 GWA and the honor society invitation, I
don’t know if I will receive an academic excellence award tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Though honestly, I am expecting to
receive it.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is why I
feel stressed out right now.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I just hope my guts are right this
time.&amp;nbsp; I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Another reason why I feel stressed out is because my paper
was nominated for best thesis award.&amp;nbsp;
When I went home two weekends ago to attend the wedding of my high
school classmate, the twin sister of the bride got into an accident while we
were traversing the ATV trail at the foot of Mayon Volcano.&amp;nbsp; The same day, I received a message from
my thesis adviser that I should be in the college the following Monday because
they will nominate my paper for the best thesis award.&amp;nbsp; I was still in a post-traumatic state
from the accident that happened in the morning and then I received
overwhelming news about being nominated for best thesis in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Just imagine my emotional dilemma that
Saturday night.&amp;nbsp; I was a total wreck.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Tomorrow my suffering will end.&amp;nbsp; I will finally know if I will receive the academic
excellence award, &lt;i&gt;IF&lt;/i&gt; they call my name; at the same time, I will know if I won
the best thesis award, also, &lt;i&gt;IF&lt;/i&gt; they call my name.&amp;nbsp; For now, I think my gastrointestinal tract will suffer for
the next 32 hours.&amp;nbsp; My functional
dyspepsia is a manifestation of a psychosomatic condition when I am subjected
to stress.&amp;nbsp; I think I can feel it right
now as I write this post.&amp;nbsp; Or I
don’t know, maybe I’m just hungry because it’s 2 am already.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Stress. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am thrilled of what tomorrow will bring me.&amp;nbsp; I am excited.&amp;nbsp; I am also anxious.&amp;nbsp;
Or maybe I am just stressing myself.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
While exchanging text with an officemate earlier this
evening, I suddenly realized that no matter how the graduation ceremonies would
end up tomorrow, there is one more thing that I should be more excited about.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
What will happen to me after graduation?&amp;nbsp; What should I do next?&amp;nbsp; Where will the Lord lead me now that I
am done with my graduate degree?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The good Lord works in His own perfect timetable.&amp;nbsp; All of these things happening to me did
not happen by any chance.&amp;nbsp; Or even
by good fortune.&amp;nbsp; There was no
ritual or repetitive prayers required.&amp;nbsp;
No charms to hold on to or idols to worship.&amp;nbsp; Everything was just between God and me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
In the past four months that I have been writing my thesis,
I knew everything would push through smoothly.&amp;nbsp; This is because I knew He is my rock, my refuge, and the
source of my strength. &amp;nbsp;All I have
to do is let Him take the wheel. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
What road should I take now that I’m done with my work
here?&amp;nbsp; I don’t know.&amp;nbsp; That will be my next prayer item.&amp;nbsp; And then after five years, or ten, or
maybe 20, I will go back to this page and reflect once again on how great the
Lord had been to me.&amp;nbsp; And surely,
have another flashback.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But guess what, I’m always excited every time I open a gift.  So more or less, I enjoy opening gifts rather than wrapping them.  Har har.  I’m just being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t worry, it’s not only me who benefits from the gifts given to me.  Everyone else does!  *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wink&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if ever you gave me something for this holiday season, check out the list below that I checked twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkz4uoHeXin5po_jXDRK5_z6w6qo57Lpn1vhEusyz4mrANtsKq-6Uz99WfMP496Zl1XPr_RVaIMhkIxQqPjZygNEk9eDMAbT2qoNkt67M8bG-GR_QafMHaqfQlHwzTaGNcX6FY4ktQicM/s1600-h/00+Holidays+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkz4uoHeXin5po_jXDRK5_z6w6qo57Lpn1vhEusyz4mrANtsKq-6Uz99WfMP496Zl1XPr_RVaIMhkIxQqPjZygNEk9eDMAbT2qoNkt67M8bG-GR_QafMHaqfQlHwzTaGNcX6FY4ktQicM/s320/00+Holidays+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419835245261262658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sending my sincerest gratitude to everyone else who shared their blessings to me this holiday season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom for the Wade shoes; Teni for the 500 Php SM gc that contributed very much to my new Diesel shoes; Gabbie and Mai for the Simpson and Adidas shirts, respectively; Caitlin, Diwa, and Elena for the bags; Marielle and Pauline for the hankies, Zion for the hand towels, and Alex for the bath towel; Jack for the ‘Rayban’ shades; Nathan for the cute watch, Abbey and T. Joy for the bracelets, and Inna for the wrist band that I really love; Sam and Aiah for the key chains and T. Marie for the bling bling; Mike for the purse; Adina for the wood carved pangkamot; and Myla for the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are very concerned with my hygiene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reisa for the Soap Factory soap specials; and Diwa and Mia for the soaps and shampoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt Mia’s concern because the shampoo she gave me has a label that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The way your hair look’s can tell a lot about you.&lt;/span&gt;”  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Princess Mia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwa for the toothpaste and Jotham for the night mint toothgel that I will really enjoy; Gina and Clarisse for the M&amp;amp;S hand wash; and Khaim for the hand sanitizer and bug spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before our Christmas Party, my green mug which was a gift from the UPIS Student Council suddenly turned into mugs.  Because of that incident, my broken mug was replaced by four new mugs courtesy of Miggy, Kiana, Kaye, and PSYSC who gave me a UP centennial mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also to Marielle for the travel mug and Mrs. Yu for the water bottle I won during the Faculty Party.  And also to a donor I don’t know who sent green charcoal also for the Faculty Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gobs for the lovely picture frame; Toni and Misha for some CDs; Abbey for the 2010 desk calendar; DOST-SEI for the planner; Pauline for the planner and notepad; T. Rose Ann for the notebook; Ara for the post it; T. Joji for the cute crocodile stapler; Frances for the laser pointer; Wawu for the faber-castell pencils; Pangilinan Family for the led book light; Kyla, Miko, Marco, Jornales Family, Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Gutierres, and Pastor Mike &amp;amp; T. Francie for the enthusing books you gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really amazed why I received only one toy this Christmas!  Haha!  Thank you Miguel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that the best way to a man’s heart is thru his stomach.  I’m now opposing this saying since last December 12, I was diagnosed by my ENT to be suffering from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laryngospasm&lt;/span&gt; resulting to coughing and shortness of breathe.  She said acid reflux is causing my laryngospasm and heart burn.  For that, I was advised to stay away from acidic food including those which are sour and spicy; caffeinated drinks: soda, iced tea, coffee; food with tomato sauce; and chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I’m thankful for those who made me suffer this holiday season for giving me food which I am abstaining from eating.  Thank you very much for making me drool as my friends and family members savor the gifts you gave me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigger and Ayie for the M&amp;amp;S dark chocolate all butter biscuits and Belgian milk chocolate biscuits, respectively; Shauna for the Droste Pastilles; Luigi for the Ghirardelli Peppermint Bark; Andrea and Marielle for the chocolates; Eloisa and Enzo for the chocolate bars; Andy for the cookies and Hans and Zeb for the brownies; and Nathan for the Chokolate de Bohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce a new saying that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The best way thru the Urban gurU’s heart is thru his larynx!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also for the scrumptious pastries you gave me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiah for the lemon squares and T. Rafael for the lemon square cake; Manette for the macaroons; Ty and Josh for the pastries; Gaea  and Kha-el for the tarts; Caparros Family for the Snowballs; and David for the M&amp;amp;S all butter Scottish shortbread fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also to whoever gave the candy cane I found in my table; Marco for the queso de bola; and Christel for the sparkling red grape juice cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, T. Fe for the Php 300 cash I won during the Faculty Party; and Mom for the Php 10,000 cash wherein half of it turned into a 29” flatron TV with the help of my other siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From last year’s 75 gifts, there was a slight decrease into 72 I received this holiday 2009.  But above all of these gifts, this is the most important one that all of us should be rejoicing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dbGktIRMON-TCUs1X34_K-vsAOIImRpTZkaUpCx2GcLheyLrOIpuOM3yOgwJVPfB0fkgO0yUJQKL-RAseK08V2XDat-Qrf9mpBrY8K0fC23JhOmeO3EuDZl2-TLtlVI96XwErKXnNHA/s1600-h/00+Holidays+09+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dbGktIRMON-TCUs1X34_K-vsAOIImRpTZkaUpCx2GcLheyLrOIpuOM3yOgwJVPfB0fkgO0yUJQKL-RAseK08V2XDat-Qrf9mpBrY8K0fC23JhOmeO3EuDZl2-TLtlVI96XwErKXnNHA/s320/00+Holidays+09+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419835249744621778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Til next year!</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/3929452356466587709/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-gifts-and-more.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="8 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/3929452356466587709" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/3929452356466587709" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-gifts-and-more.html" rel="alternate" title="Holiday gifts and more!" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkz4uoHeXin5po_jXDRK5_z6w6qo57Lpn1vhEusyz4mrANtsKq-6Uz99WfMP496Zl1XPr_RVaIMhkIxQqPjZygNEk9eDMAbT2qoNkt67M8bG-GR_QafMHaqfQlHwzTaGNcX6FY4ktQicM/s72-c/00+Holidays+09.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-5132975473614402694</id><published>2009-12-08T11:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:49:49.580+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food"/><title type="text">Misono Surprise</title><content type="html">During the first quarter of the year, we talked about the palatability of &lt;a href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/googling-gyudon.html"&gt;Yoshinoya’s gyudon&lt;/a&gt;.  After almost nine months, here is another scrumptious discovery I had from Yoshinoya’s menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRyyX3cThmPL35KIKc8fV9cU5JG0EV9gHIgt_Ml8DuVDFLd9a5UzgmPcNzQjaKJu1wMViIuAuVfW02oOzLET44qJ62izyXRdcvONFVdvS6xpjjew9Ane8vukCWmgAHqfQ-MWPiJkZYbI/s1600-h/beef+misono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRyyX3cThmPL35KIKc8fV9cU5JG0EV9gHIgt_Ml8DuVDFLd9a5UzgmPcNzQjaKJu1wMViIuAuVfW02oOzLET44qJ62izyXRdcvONFVdvS6xpjjew9Ane8vukCWmgAHqfQ-MWPiJkZYbI/s320/beef+misono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706254007335874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshinoya’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beef misono&lt;/span&gt; had its system-wide launch just last November 16, 2009.  With a beef cut thicker than gyudon’s, beef misono is a pan-grilled short plate beef which was marinated with a very special sauce.  Yet, if you really want the opulent beef taste to surge, dip it in a teriyaki sauce rather than its usual tempura sauce cohort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are looking for a side dish, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japanese fried chicken&lt;/span&gt; is the best finger food that would make your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBgbgTb_4Dpp4Rxux1Zck0SLPer_f-O8Ck-psAeNT2teHsGnuwKHtHoz6U6he9MJVUUgnTEYU7MWlyGpcN43lSrSzgyfRO3PoJ4ken3HHLOsNC7B_MgdAZ3BmeWJm_xPA5w-gXhuvIn0/s1600-h/japanese+fried+chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBgbgTb_4Dpp4Rxux1Zck0SLPer_f-O8Ck-psAeNT2teHsGnuwKHtHoz6U6he9MJVUUgnTEYU7MWlyGpcN43lSrSzgyfRO3PoJ4ken3HHLOsNC7B_MgdAZ3BmeWJm_xPA5w-gXhuvIn0/s320/japanese+fried+chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706262031143970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinated for 12 extensive hours, the Japanese fried chicken is best dipped in its sauce which is a mixture of vinegar, sugar, carrots, and onion leeks that will definitely give you a sweet and sour taste complimenting the chili tang of the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, if you are really into beef bowls and seafood, the best plate for sharing is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gyudon + ebi tempura&lt;/span&gt; jumbo plate.  Do not forget that seven spices and red ginger (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beni shoga&lt;/span&gt;) compliments best the gyudon while teriyaki sauce is a must for the ebi tempura.  Just make sure you have these condiments before you leave the counter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCPpi3oMDZKzx_jG-I5Fj8ZQsledCehUDLGguGW7ordbqWReGkC4emSl8gve77uUHT0EmMMSlqIvHaHazlkA3FIa38B_SFLHtxWp7iJ08phObTPQTCxNIDxslqhOjvSwBM47wsvKxxQI/s1600-h/gyudon+ebi+tempura+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCPpi3oMDZKzx_jG-I5Fj8ZQsledCehUDLGguGW7ordbqWReGkC4emSl8gve77uUHT0EmMMSlqIvHaHazlkA3FIa38B_SFLHtxWp7iJ08phObTPQTCxNIDxslqhOjvSwBM47wsvKxxQI/s320/gyudon+ebi+tempura+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706268784115490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cap it all, all of these dishes are best served with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;green tea&lt;/span&gt; that boasts a novel taste of citrus extract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beef burger&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beef yakiniku&lt;/span&gt; are other beef dishes that will surely bring your appetite to nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you ready now to experience the beef misono surprise?</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/5132975473614402694/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/12/misono-surprise.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/5132975473614402694" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/5132975473614402694" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/12/misono-surprise.html" rel="alternate" title="Misono Surprise" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRyyX3cThmPL35KIKc8fV9cU5JG0EV9gHIgt_Ml8DuVDFLd9a5UzgmPcNzQjaKJu1wMViIuAuVfW02oOzLET44qJ62izyXRdcvONFVdvS6xpjjew9Ane8vukCWmgAHqfQ-MWPiJkZYbI/s72-c/beef+misono.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-4060744508211802902</id><published>2009-10-03T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:30:12.158+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Academe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Current Events"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Forums"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Natural Phenomena"/><title type="text">Colloquium on Understanding the Tropical Storm Ondoy</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone is invited to listen and participate in the National Institute of Geological Sciences (NIGS) Colloquium entitled:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Understanding Tropical Storm Ondoy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Forum on the Meteorology and Hydrology of a Massive Flood Event &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 26, 2009, Tropical Storm Ondoy hit the country, primarily affecting Regions III, IV and the NCR.  A relatively small tropical cyclone with maximum winds of only 85 kph when it made landfall in Aurora, no one expected that it will bring in an unprecedented amount of rain - 367mm in 6 hours.  It caused massive flooding in the Marikina River Basin as well as in areas surrounding Laguna de Bay.  To date, more than 300 people have died due to the floods. Understanding such event from a meteorological and hydrological standpoint will hopefully shed some light on why such tragedy occurred; and hopefully aid us in anticipating and preparing for similar events in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxj-_fyeEWNp7fyUzJoZWADq2NRRYcUH4_8as_JRGy4x0sh4IWvJKs7voOYWyGAa58HrhiKcVrbmVaiOPzgtbTxolUdj3lKydRyUEkNEI_RqVft37S-fNY0zdcLuGbmAvLmpmzjPSO3f4/s1600-h/TembinOndoy_nearing_landfall.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxj-_fyeEWNp7fyUzJoZWADq2NRRYcUH4_8as_JRGy4x0sh4IWvJKs7voOYWyGAa58HrhiKcVrbmVaiOPzgtbTxolUdj3lKydRyUEkNEI_RqVft37S-fNY0zdcLuGbmAvLmpmzjPSO3f4/s200/TembinOndoy_nearing_landfall.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388287708760808274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/91/TembinOndoy_nearing_landfall.PNG"&gt;image source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Panel of Experts will come from the following organizations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Philippine Atmospheric, Geophysical and Astronomical Services Administration, Department of Science and Technology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Hydraulics Research Center, UP College of Engineering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Institute of Geological Sciences,UP College of Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; October 6, 2009, 3-5 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NIGS Audio Visual Room&lt;br /&gt;College of Science, UP Diliman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*The Urban gurU received this email from an alumnus of the National Institute of Geological Sciences.  As part of the academe, let me invite everyone who are interested in knowing the scientific milieu of the said natural phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/4060744508211802902/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/10/colloquium-on-understanding-tropical.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4060744508211802902" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4060744508211802902" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/10/colloquium-on-understanding-tropical.html" rel="alternate" title="Colloquium on Understanding the Tropical Storm Ondoy" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxj-_fyeEWNp7fyUzJoZWADq2NRRYcUH4_8as_JRGy4x0sh4IWvJKs7voOYWyGAa58HrhiKcVrbmVaiOPzgtbTxolUdj3lKydRyUEkNEI_RqVft37S-fNY0zdcLuGbmAvLmpmzjPSO3f4/s72-c/TembinOndoy_nearing_landfall.PNG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-1486890219249300049</id><published>2009-08-04T13:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:37:41.323+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Current Events"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flashback"/><title type="text">Seeing Corazon C. Aquino the First and the Last Time</title><content type="html">I woke up on a gloomy morning on the first day of August with an SMS in my phone saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Former President Cory Aquino died of cardio-respiratory arrest at 3:18 am today.  She was 76.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a message from a friend who has been watching the news since early that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite saddened, my day went on just like any Saturday morning.  I went to my review class in school and ended up in Trinoma having dinner with my students and watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Half Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;.  What was not normal there was the fact that I’ve watched already that movie in silver screen, hence, the waiters and waitresses at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt; sang me a birthday song despite I already had my birthday three months ago.  Nice one Abbey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkWOeQj3N8m_a82-F1PX2HXzumSGfYmKq3Mfek7JmLs9TJZfML2zokbLdWLzrcyHoUiMuyQ12VLGYnuwn1ABUbq-wa-t81CInlJ_W8dAvcqjZr_G6kDozLezC2NJIb36CcJdQ4178Hdg/s1600-h/Bday2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkWOeQj3N8m_a82-F1PX2HXzumSGfYmKq3Mfek7JmLs9TJZfML2zokbLdWLzrcyHoUiMuyQ12VLGYnuwn1ABUbq-wa-t81CInlJ_W8dAvcqjZr_G6kDozLezC2NJIb36CcJdQ4178Hdg/s200/Bday2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365986544318474498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(That reminds me, I still have to add your Dad on Mafia Wars).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Trinoma, to Gateway, and soon I was at UP Ayala Technohub to catch a group of plurkers who had been to a death-defying-sumptuous-meal at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kanin Club&lt;/span&gt;.  To wrap things up, some of us ended in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;California Berry&lt;/span&gt; in Tomas Morato to partially detox ourselves employing the powers of nonfat frozen yogurt.  Well of course, the night won’t be complete without synthesizing what’s happening and what happened lately in our beloved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plurklandia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 1 am we decided to go to La Salle Greenhills to visit the wake of the late President Aquino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, I was anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that am still outside my room that late at night, but because, in my 25 years of existence, I’ve never seen anyone inside a coffin.  Yes, it’s a big issue for me.  Almost all of my relatives are in the province, since I’m staying in the Metro, I’m always absent in that kind of family affairs.  And so, I took a deep breathe and pretended that everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of driving, our carpool reached Ortigas Ave.  Around 1:30 am, it was still full of parked private cars stretching to a kilometer long.  We crossed the street and found ourselves in a line that started at the school’s inner gate.  Flowers filled the corridors leading to the gym.  Approximately 300 meters of falling in line, we’ve reached the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOe4wAfayZiQ4yS4llWVgYaMIMLga4WPj-Ev3Q228LqLLUqjuvoV1cSfdRPeUC2b_c182DgCIlDEYXoGBRV4sBb_yoj1nIXECp0ZlHrxoFUgwG83Jo4OaXEen6ZTsQ9b3DiCHv1X-Lf0/s1600-h/Cory3+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOe4wAfayZiQ4yS4llWVgYaMIMLga4WPj-Ev3Q228LqLLUqjuvoV1cSfdRPeUC2b_c182DgCIlDEYXoGBRV4sBb_yoj1nIXECp0ZlHrxoFUgwG83Jo4OaXEen6ZTsQ9b3DiCHv1X-Lf0/s320/Cory3+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365985478416661186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen feet.  Ten feet.  We were three feet away from her coffin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my amaze, all of my qualms were released the moment I saw her face.  It seems she was telling me: don’t worry; I am very much happy where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was at peace, very much at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;a href="http://burymeinthisdress.com/blog/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt; telling me while we were still on our way to La Salle when I told her I’ve never seen anyone inside a coffin, “Don’t worry, she still looks like Corazon Aquino.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The point is,” I blurted out, “I’ve never seen her before.  In fact, I haven’t seen any Philippine president in my entire life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJrTpLh-0hYoxQkf7RpJuJv3HK-pPILC0iHPOw3l559vL1uZ1sVl_juulcG-3N-jCw3a4GRxvoH6xP3zOzgDl24kbXg8R2stLUghltDCQnFsPV6LTtvT2u-rG26yCKhmgwweA9l8nVoU/s1600-h/Cory8+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJrTpLh-0hYoxQkf7RpJuJv3HK-pPILC0iHPOw3l559vL1uZ1sVl_juulcG-3N-jCw3a4GRxvoH6xP3zOzgDl24kbXg8R2stLUghltDCQnFsPV6LTtvT2u-rG26yCKhmgwweA9l8nVoU/s320/Cory8+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365985463687587730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To President Corazon C. Aquino, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Seeing you for the first and the last time was a great honor for me.  Your love for the country, our country, will always be remembered as untiringly genuine and persistently authentic.  As you finally unite with our Father, the Filipino people will eternally remember your greatness of restoring to us our rights —most importantly our freedom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;“He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn,&lt;br /&gt;the justice of your cause like the noonday sun.”&lt;br /&gt;– Psalm 37:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you very, very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJ2WD0WjxcGJLhXcLTv40ptvnk8NgK758POBW18PFwncUaJkeieuB3mc1DQfkf4cHclg5EBAIbZR83Rbt82YyfMCZyqXLKzu0fPXwwyxg3kqnRLJirPgrSORkxlF66b43sheJsUOeA7g/s1600-h/Cory12+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJ2WD0WjxcGJLhXcLTv40ptvnk8NgK758POBW18PFwncUaJkeieuB3mc1DQfkf4cHclg5EBAIbZR83Rbt82YyfMCZyqXLKzu0fPXwwyxg3kqnRLJirPgrSORkxlF66b43sheJsUOeA7g/s200/Cory12+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365986544945675554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By the way, I’m grateful to &lt;a href="http://www.quezon.ph/"&gt;Manolo&lt;/a&gt; for giving me his commemorative pin of the late president, and oh, not to mention the chocolate bar he gave us when we ambushed him inside the La Salle gym.  &lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/1486890219249300049/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/08/seeing-corazon-c-aquino-first-and-last.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/1486890219249300049" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/1486890219249300049" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/08/seeing-corazon-c-aquino-first-and-last.html" rel="alternate" title="Seeing Corazon C. 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Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been away for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a span of one month, I’ve let go to a lot of bloggable thoughts, side dish stories, and one-liner-quotes that would make a thousand-word-post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNd9AyPhAWncAO1RSyrJ3bXpGw2YcSwytAfMSNk58FV_xX2xXn8aXTGJScdPJoBObSLEa5bbQyieB2wViYTnqWTI06apYZiOY1lWB0Hyyh_U2rTTnBLrXuChuFNAbzpyu2ipJpnv8ISrc/s1600-h/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNd9AyPhAWncAO1RSyrJ3bXpGw2YcSwytAfMSNk58FV_xX2xXn8aXTGJScdPJoBObSLEa5bbQyieB2wViYTnqWTI06apYZiOY1lWB0Hyyh_U2rTTnBLrXuChuFNAbzpyu2ipJpnv8ISrc/s320/plane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351175502468099378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plurk Angst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas!  I can finally claim that I’m internet withdrawal syndrome free!  Although there are still moments that I would sneak up thru our office wifi, I’ve managed to live a life without internet connection for the past 20 days.  Just imagine how much karma points I’ve lost before I froze it last June 20.  Grrrr.  I will never reach 100.  And so I admit, I envy my blogger friends who were there since early this year.  Boo me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I’d just brag about my record of being the 5th plurker in the Philippines with the most responses, hence 42nd in the world.  Now, please don’t ask me for proofs!  Plurkerati is not loading the past weeks.  But heck, that was a long time ago, and since I don’t have internet connection when this post was written, I, obviously, can’t verify my own claims.  So again, boo me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJBD4x1l6HkFQsDs1SL5cd4cPkv9NTF7MhX-fsOJqfmCwc9-9yw_GTBlY8UvP4vcIYrGbt5SeDNiHZ6OFqBcvZcDIy0_S_9Gn_rtq_Z6-9gztE0XW0nn_HEH1qUu23mzM452_XW6zUbk/s1600-h/avada.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJBD4x1l6HkFQsDs1SL5cd4cPkv9NTF7MhX-fsOJqfmCwc9-9yw_GTBlY8UvP4vcIYrGbt5SeDNiHZ6OFqBcvZcDIy0_S_9Gn_rtq_Z6-9gztE0XW0nn_HEH1qUu23mzM452_XW6zUbk/s320/avada.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351188114781826658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my plurk friends, lovers, and haters, I miss you too!  I know, life at plurk is not complete without a daily dose of negativity.  So here it goes… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;avada kedavra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;Disconnection explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tornado hit our community last June 4.  I didn’t even know that it occur until a plurker posted a link to the &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/metro/view/20090604-208787/Power-post-falls-as-small-twister-hits-QC"&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer article&lt;/a&gt; relating what happened.  My dad was so concerned upon hearing it on the news.  Okay, I was exaggerating, “he was concerned,” rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s interesting is that my broadband antenna went down the next day.  Cool, huh?  And so I waited the entire day to be connected until I went outside the house around 2 o’clock in the afternoon only to find out that my antenna is gone!  The screeching sound of the GI sheets that woke us up early in the morning that day should have been my clue that my broadband was disconnected already… FOREVEEEEEEEEEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re wondering how it fell down, I have no idea either.  My gut feeling is telling me that we should blame global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTwOFZUedAt2V9M5gxFzJVdORwyZ_Un9gLnyRXeK1Pl_2KAI8LG8A07J24Zo9K8TimbVJzliR-sN2P1XM1dvGTDrX_Z4PlpdJCF_UejA8qKQz3agE72OodzT4jXKKCfXyG0r6dlAB63k/s320/effed+planet.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574111440461894034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The same day, I reported the incident to the Smart Wireless Center since I was already at the mall.  They assured me that they will connect it the following weekend, June 13.  And so I promised myself that if ever they will not call me for the final scheduling of my reconnection, I will permanently disconnect my broadband.  I gave them until June 11, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Smart was very cooperative.  THEY DIDN’T CALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By June 14, Sunday, I went to the mall again to pay my final fees so I can have it permanently disconnected.  Guess what, I still have to pay a thousand pesos, Php 999.00 to be exact, for the June dues!  To think, I was only able to use my internet from June 1-4.  Four days people!  Four effing days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady explained that my money would still be reimbursed for the days I was not able to use my connection, I just have to wait for my next billing statement.  Blah! Blah! Blah!  Okay fine, whatever!  I will pay whatever amount just be sure that you will permanently disconnect my effing broadband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They promised to withdraw the antenna and wires and other stuff on the 27th.  How I wish they will be here before lunchtime.  I have work this coming Saturday, smart people!  If I’m not here, better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I bitter?  Obviously, I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been a loyal customer for the past two years.   All I ask is immediate action to the needs of your customers.  So again, and again, boo me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sun. Globe. Smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still undecided what wireless internet connection should I purchase.  I still need internet connection, especially when I’m at home.  I can’t stay overnight at my office just to leach wifi.  I just have one question bothering me this time, should I still consider a smart choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;Disconnection Explained Further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks, I utterly fought my internet withdrawal syndrome.  The tornado, falling antenna, bills, global warming, and everything else paved the way for my broadband to be finally disconnected.  I actually have a better purpose, rather than those mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmP-m-Bcb5L6rdvOqC5KXtTYufu7PEZk3A0VVd3Fnq94tfO5j9coiXeTPhyphenhyphenM_x3bxiEo_yRFQwt7R50PKi8VC9rSnPiIuzzUPTpYimt7X9sz_H2Q0uuqtKPRRIyJvH45G0WKem3maYnw/s1600-h/ma+educ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmP-m-Bcb5L6rdvOqC5KXtTYufu7PEZk3A0VVd3Fnq94tfO5j9coiXeTPhyphenhyphenM_x3bxiEo_yRFQwt7R50PKi8VC9rSnPiIuzzUPTpYimt7X9sz_H2Q0uuqtKPRRIyJvH45G0WKem3maYnw/s400/ma+educ.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351176215238327202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three long years, I’m going back to school.  Okay, that would be redundant.  I’ve been working in a school for the past three years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I’m going to school not as the teacher but rather a FRESHMAN student!   (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please notice the emphasis on the word freshman&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since mid-2007, I’ve been very visible online.  Social networking sites, forums and YM chatting were my first addictions until I gave birth to the &lt;a href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/"&gt;Urban gurU&lt;/a&gt; in March 2008.   In one day, I spend more time online than sleeping.  That’s why way back then when people ask me of my job, I often ask them, “At what time of the day?”  And then I will continue, “10am-6pm: I’m a Science geek; 6pm-3am: I’m anywhere online; 3am-9am: I’m kinda sleeping then; 9am-10am: I’m taking a bath.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if ever anyone would ever ask me what I’m currently doing in my life, I plan to answer back, “I just made it more complicated,” then continue, “just check out &lt;a href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet-withdrawal-syndrome-explained.html"&gt;this blog entry&lt;/a&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Written June 23, 2009, 11pm-1am while suffering from colds and crossing my toes that classes will be suspended the next day.  And oh!  It’s already raining outside!  Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;PPS:&lt;/span&gt; It had been two consecutive days of suspension of classes.  Double hurray! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/6792782451547984264/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet-withdrawal-syndrome-explained.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/6792782451547984264" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/6792782451547984264" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet-withdrawal-syndrome-explained.html" rel="alternate" title="Internet Withdrawal Syndrome Explained." type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNd9AyPhAWncAO1RSyrJ3bXpGw2YcSwytAfMSNk58FV_xX2xXn8aXTGJScdPJoBObSLEa5bbQyieB2wViYTnqWTI06apYZiOY1lWB0Hyyh_U2rTTnBLrXuChuFNAbzpyu2ipJpnv8ISrc/s72-c/plane.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-1680742737905172154</id><published>2009-05-25T02:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:39:45.090+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging"/><title type="text">post-blog-anniversay-post-birthday post</title><content type="html">More than two months after celebrating the Urban gurU's blog anniversary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPc4A8MtV27fDqidsNZOroKDSpWQq48SfW6Ew1O5lOdn15GjLBkQyiREIOAK5gaIhFrk6ZKnCZfHkSEWK4lumapvqFNyw0lDpy3f-kpki1F2hoUDQ17XPo-23_ssBTWFie5bGT4YvnoI/s1600-h/anniversary+-+marked.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPc4A8MtV27fDqidsNZOroKDSpWQq48SfW6Ew1O5lOdn15GjLBkQyiREIOAK5gaIhFrk6ZKnCZfHkSEWK4lumapvqFNyw0lDpy3f-kpki1F2hoUDQ17XPo-23_ssBTWFie5bGT4YvnoI/s400/anniversary+-+marked.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339455886628148850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to change into a new skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Qjhidt3n130RS7W-qhzHHdteng4Prvl5FGj3cEMn9Ed3Xc4eIeaT5OmRWdxAXHwnKB2KLRLPMS6ql8l-LPPj7Jw25tKilo0C1gnOy95pzrIO7CPIFrqkVwHQiau8Y1iJ9u9XavKUPO0/s1600-h/guru+new+skin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Qjhidt3n130RS7W-qhzHHdteng4Prvl5FGj3cEMn9Ed3Xc4eIeaT5OmRWdxAXHwnKB2KLRLPMS6ql8l-LPPj7Jw25tKilo0C1gnOy95pzrIO7CPIFrqkVwHQiau8Y1iJ9u9XavKUPO0/s400/guru+new+skin.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339455887906527970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Welcome to the new Urban gurU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;happy new year&lt;/span&gt; to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg_b_sIV98jdtI9oT-AzvAGPkoJL7gG2bN-PzxgYgjs4Z6lKV48cSKGz-QsLfPnTywfy28BkAwOxVDpD1S2sf193mofkrqzg_gLHDKxzt-Qb5iMhSWmUCICqPna1Y-Wb7qXDBDUg7UAGQ/s1600-h/Photo-0007_e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg_b_sIV98jdtI9oT-AzvAGPkoJL7gG2bN-PzxgYgjs4Z6lKV48cSKGz-QsLfPnTywfy28BkAwOxVDpD1S2sf193mofkrqzg_gLHDKxzt-Qb5iMhSWmUCICqPna1Y-Wb7qXDBDUg7UAGQ/s200/Photo-0007_e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339459297791337458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*it's just am too effed up to write a 'sensible' post.  thus, i pity my eyebags...  o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/1680742737905172154/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-blog-anniversay-post-birthday-post.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/1680742737905172154" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/1680742737905172154" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-blog-anniversay-post-birthday-post.html" rel="alternate" title="post-blog-anniversay-post-birthday post" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPc4A8MtV27fDqidsNZOroKDSpWQq48SfW6Ew1O5lOdn15GjLBkQyiREIOAK5gaIhFrk6ZKnCZfHkSEWK4lumapvqFNyw0lDpy3f-kpki1F2hoUDQ17XPo-23_ssBTWFie5bGT4YvnoI/s72-c/anniversary+-+marked.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-4578047541926872084</id><published>2009-05-13T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:57:01.319+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American Idol 8"/><title type="text">FinalS</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please let Adam and Kris compete in the finals next week.  I will be very sad on my birthday if that wont happen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ktnxbai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love lots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause I can't do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/4578047541926872084/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4578047541926872084" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4578047541926872084" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals.html" rel="alternate" title="FinalS" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-4152711235119622751</id><published>2009-05-09T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:12:26.357+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Forums"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Science Camps"/><title type="text">From the Lab to iBlog</title><content type="html">After four days of intensive laboratory exercises at the Institute of Biology, University of the  Philippines Diliman for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009 National Science, Math and Engineering (SME) Camp&lt;/span&gt;, I had a chance to take a break from dissecting ICR mice, pipetting, extracting DNA from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E. coli&lt;/span&gt;, and a lot more geekiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMe5iKodW9ih83Sh10IpuI0UbTH30bU9AbGAkfcDyb7PbNUt3I2Ai1lFXf5c1_ffE6QdtJ0rSAs4ijy_JfMYkbS1zzuoBw3RK1bb5sA0_mhJC8fbPa-6uzBlXgMgCPHwSyn755q69N9fI/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMe5iKodW9ih83Sh10IpuI0UbTH30bU9AbGAkfcDyb7PbNUt3I2Ai1lFXf5c1_ffE6QdtJ0rSAs4ijy_JfMYkbS1zzuoBw3RK1bb5sA0_mhJC8fbPa-6uzBlXgMgCPHwSyn755q69N9fI/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333710616244638658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SME Subcamp Biology participants handling ICR mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am live blogging at the &lt;a href="http://iblogph.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iBlog 5: The 5th Philippine Blogging Summit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; being held at the Malcolm Theater, UP College of Law, Diliman, Quezon City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAq0Q-07G9wMCD_nMVQwe2kH1XGND9OkNJxD8wPuM0hC7CiB-zr0mdCPbwVyREK_0xdM5l4gkBahcVT2Q6bJH9x5i70cuK6KwO6ZHZX5x7depkMrLuD4gwhAHwwa_MbCIzA12Nm1plhw/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAq0Q-07G9wMCD_nMVQwe2kH1XGND9OkNJxD8wPuM0hC7CiB-zr0mdCPbwVyREK_0xdM5l4gkBahcVT2Q6bJH9x5i70cuK6KwO6ZHZX5x7depkMrLuD4gwhAHwwa_MbCIzA12Nm1plhw/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333710610614404370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Dir. James Jimenez, COMELEC-EID Director, giving his talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparing Bloggers for the 2010 Elections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By tomorrow, I am headed to Bataan for the field activities of the SME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!  What a jam-packed week.  See you all soon!</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/4152711235119622751/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-four-days-of-intensive-laboratory.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4152711235119622751" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4152711235119622751" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-four-days-of-intensive-laboratory.html" rel="alternate" title="From the Lab to iBlog" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMe5iKodW9ih83Sh10IpuI0UbTH30bU9AbGAkfcDyb7PbNUt3I2Ai1lFXf5c1_ffE6QdtJ0rSAs4ijy_JfMYkbS1zzuoBw3RK1bb5sA0_mhJC8fbPa-6uzBlXgMgCPHwSyn755q69N9fI/s72-c/IMG_0555.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-691426500603991897</id><published>2009-04-30T23:27:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:42:27.652+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Current Events"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports"/><title type="text">Pacquiao vs. Swine Flu</title><content type="html">May 2 is getting closer.  And as expected, crime rates will be lowered by this coming Sunday as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Manny Pacquiao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tries to snatch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ricky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hatton&lt;/span&gt;'s Ring Belt and IBO Light Welterweight Belt during &lt;a href="http://manny-pacquiao-vs-ricky-hatton.blogspot.com/"&gt;the biggest fight and the most anticipated boxing event of the year&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the two prepare for the momentous boxing brawl, the entire world is threatened by the soon to be pandemic swine flu.  According to the &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/swineflu/swineflu_you.htm"&gt;Centers for Disease Control and Prevention&lt;/a&gt; (CDC):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swine Influenza&lt;/span&gt; (swine flu) is a respiratory disease of pigs caused by type A influenza viruses that causes regular outbreaks in pigs. People do not normally get swine flu, but human infections can and do happen. Swine flu viruses have been reported to spread from person-to-person, but in the past, this transmission was limited and not sustained beyond three people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GncS77L4EQLFShLEL70i9LdAP0RBusdt1tQpZP-SbhfM4gMrCHMlN1ifu4-6VkFxq17G2m7cipUgLaGz6uaQ37JCzQ95EspQaLEpCTTEzdeAhMpSspotfs8gRFZmYnLsJE1AiRjG_d8/s1600-h/bish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GncS77L4EQLFShLEL70i9LdAP0RBusdt1tQpZP-SbhfM4gMrCHMlN1ifu4-6VkFxq17G2m7cipUgLaGz6uaQ37JCzQ95EspQaLEpCTTEzdeAhMpSspotfs8gRFZmYnLsJE1AiRjG_d8/s320/bish2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330520088518550786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swine influenza A&lt;/span&gt; (H1N1) virus is spreading is the same way as how seasonal flu spreads.  More or less, anyone might be susceptible to it.  As of press time, several countries had released already confirmed swine flu cases and travel guidelines that will serve as precautionary measures for the public to abide by.  It just so happened that I was fascinated by the link posted on facebook by &lt;a href="http://jenijenjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;jenijenjen&lt;/a&gt; about USA Today's swine flu cases and precautions around the world &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2009-04-27-swine-flu-world-map_N.htm"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVt9-6-7XIPCINu6GhCEeeiT0RuTJ8YTvPXcTipuevaP05MKTjZRgxEBvo-OSq7FtuSpK9yVz0ElrWRi02XV2pnI6aO8W2vmXa7k5y5xhL8uuCoO_NYSBSQJoy91FaOZ83zAkGBHFt4c/s1600-h/pacquiao+swine+flu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVt9-6-7XIPCINu6GhCEeeiT0RuTJ8YTvPXcTipuevaP05MKTjZRgxEBvo-OSq7FtuSpK9yVz0ElrWRi02XV2pnI6aO8W2vmXa7k5y5xhL8uuCoO_NYSBSQJoy91FaOZ83zAkGBHFt4c/s400/pacquiao+swine+flu.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330519130864155330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course the Philippines wont be left behind!  On the map, text read as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Philippines health chief appealed to dozens of Filipino legislators to abandon plans to visit Las Vegas to cheer for boxing idol Manny Pacquiao even though Las Vegas is more than 300 miles from the Mexican border.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel sorry for Manny.  His avid supporters are restrained by the Department of Health not to watch his fight.  Tsk. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;~ paradigm shift ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't fret Manny, the battle is on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzT6-R56z9bkOqjrn4aPC30O92CJwM7AYrZbowpKhgwoKQzM9JodocH_egy02kX8t6eOn8hb6P09JiJb7p0ppQ7M4zOUvlqToQkJkoMGHHhcToCks5KX40asoG_zu3el8hLE2AnDLv4v4/s1600-h/pacquiao+vs+piglet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzT6-R56z9bkOqjrn4aPC30O92CJwM7AYrZbowpKhgwoKQzM9JodocH_egy02kX8t6eOn8hb6P09JiJb7p0ppQ7M4zOUvlqToQkJkoMGHHhcToCks5KX40asoG_zu3el8hLE2AnDLv4v4/s320/pacquiao+vs+piglet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330520712330318610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still here to cheer for you in your biggest battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRvyaxLNXgH6_GoQ55XAVDEIaF43CpWLplutgO4TDWHTeI54udVzplJclwmIUDyUVdKyjbKfD4MsyYzD9nsR6bfXx-osyROgA0KYgo-UbjtvkFxNMpI1Rz19IjYn8m4pQr9ERxFdFedHg/s1600-h/pacquiao+vs+porky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 92px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRvyaxLNXgH6_GoQ55XAVDEIaF43CpWLplutgO4TDWHTeI54udVzplJclwmIUDyUVdKyjbKfD4MsyYzD9nsR6bfXx-osyROgA0KYgo-UbjtvkFxNMpI1Rz19IjYn8m4pQr9ERxFdFedHg/s400/pacquiao+vs+porky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330519136761977474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/691426500603991897/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/04/pacquiao-vs-swine-flu.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/691426500603991897" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/691426500603991897" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/04/pacquiao-vs-swine-flu.html" rel="alternate" title="Pacquiao vs. Swine Flu" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GncS77L4EQLFShLEL70i9LdAP0RBusdt1tQpZP-SbhfM4gMrCHMlN1ifu4-6VkFxq17G2m7cipUgLaGz6uaQ37JCzQ95EspQaLEpCTTEzdeAhMpSspotfs8gRFZmYnLsJE1AiRjG_d8/s72-c/bish2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-4512201089518050861</id><published>2009-04-30T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:17:18.315+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Current Events"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Natural Phenomena"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vacation"/><title type="text">The Real Low Pressure Area</title><content type="html">Despite the supposed-to-be-shinning-shimmering-splendid summer all of us enjoying right now, the country is currently exposed to its third tropical cyclone for this year.  As of 10 pm today, &lt;a href="http://www.pagasa.dost.gov.ph/wb/tc_up.html"&gt;PAG-ASA reported&lt;/a&gt; that Tropical Depression &lt;b&gt;"Crising"&lt;/b&gt; has remained almost stationary.  It is located 290 km West of San Jose, Occidental Mindoro giving a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;public storm signal number 1 &lt;/span&gt;warning over Palawan, Cuyo Island, Calamian Group of Islands, Occidental Mindoro, and Lubang Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, a soon-to-be-tropical-depression was estimated in the vicinity of Albay.  This  Low Pressure Area (LPA) was estimated at 40 kms East of Virac, Catanduanes, and therefore will cause panic and depression, again, to my Mom who is in our house in Albay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-k50jHBw0lKsnbtVuqj86nG5fQ135vjOjvlxdFMgNfYa2w2dUG-eiDZiL16XOAr_iYaoHdMq6E1WvxqnCemdayt9z_G3USAoKZIeRfYbmIcF-GJmfE0dMCq8MrDMHQs88zh8ijJJj9Jg/s1600-h/Crising.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-k50jHBw0lKsnbtVuqj86nG5fQ135vjOjvlxdFMgNfYa2w2dUG-eiDZiL16XOAr_iYaoHdMq6E1WvxqnCemdayt9z_G3USAoKZIeRfYbmIcF-GJmfE0dMCq8MrDMHQs88zh8ijJJj9Jg/s320/Crising.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330502591108244386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Image provided by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goes.noaa.gov/"&gt;National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration&lt;/a&gt; (NOAA).  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;n image of the Philippine loop is also alavailable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.goes.noaa.gov/sohemi/sohemiloops/shphil.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Please v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;isit the &lt;a href="http://www.pagasa.dost.gov.ph/"&gt;PAG-ASA weather bulletin&lt;/a&gt; for updates about Tropical Depression &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crising&lt;/span&gt;.  Next bulletin will be out at 5am of May 1.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/4512201089518050861/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-low-pressure-area.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4512201089518050861" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4512201089518050861" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-low-pressure-area.html" rel="alternate" title="The Real Low Pressure Area" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-k50jHBw0lKsnbtVuqj86nG5fQ135vjOjvlxdFMgNfYa2w2dUG-eiDZiL16XOAr_iYaoHdMq6E1WvxqnCemdayt9z_G3USAoKZIeRfYbmIcF-GJmfE0dMCq8MrDMHQs88zh8ijJJj9Jg/s72-c/Crising.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-4467970051208957628</id><published>2009-04-30T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:18:07.818+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants and Raves"/><title type="text">Low Pressure Area</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here are signs that the Urban gurU is in a Low Pressure Area:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he can't finish any job.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;in the first place, he don't have any idea how to start any task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he has thoughts of deleting an/some online account/s.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he enjoys fighting in the arena with his &lt;a href="http://urbanguru.mybrute.com/"&gt;brute&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;and of course robbing at mafia wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he can't start any AI post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;and thinks that the judges are way too biased lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he tries to kill time by micro-blogging thru &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/urbanguru"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;despite several blog posts he had started already but never finished anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he doesn't mind eating his dinner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;not unless his tummy demands it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he is just waiting for the subpoena from Smartbro since he haven't paid his internet bill for the past 3 months.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;same is true for his other bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he still can't decide whether to pursue his postgrad this coming semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; the college secretary would surely kill him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he keeps on thinking which memorial plan he should take.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;cremation is topping his list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;he tries to write a post that would make sense, at 2 in the morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;but thinks he's an epic phail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7i3zq0xREFhw5ofp9SJdgN5Tq4TD9Njbzr1FSjK6tA8pRCuvccwHb3TutUnpBL7NE0E0vUe7Xaui4m8Z4YULhQMUufXYaeOQPxlSizCCFRuO7qvdGxCC2EkLgayXz0_K38mHlPWWjCaU/s1600-h/lonelyq.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7i3zq0xREFhw5ofp9SJdgN5Tq4TD9Njbzr1FSjK6tA8pRCuvccwHb3TutUnpBL7NE0E0vUe7Xaui4m8Z4YULhQMUufXYaeOQPxlSizCCFRuO7qvdGxCC2EkLgayXz0_K38mHlPWWjCaU/s320/lonelyq.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330178803702810866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/4467970051208957628/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/04/low-pressure-area.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4467970051208957628" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4467970051208957628" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/04/low-pressure-area.html" rel="alternate" title="Low Pressure Area" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7i3zq0xREFhw5ofp9SJdgN5Tq4TD9Njbzr1FSjK6tA8pRCuvccwHb3TutUnpBL7NE0E0vUe7Xaui4m8Z4YULhQMUufXYaeOQPxlSizCCFRuO7qvdGxCC2EkLgayXz0_K38mHlPWWjCaU/s72-c/lonelyq.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-77989617760975641</id><published>2009-04-15T22:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:52:22.207+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flashback"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants and Raves"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vacation"/><title type="text">Summer gurU</title><content type="html">It's official, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cyberhybernation&lt;/span&gt; is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freesmileys.org/emoticons/tuzki-bunnys/tuzki-bunny-emoticon-037.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.freesmileys.org/emoticons/tuzki-bunnys/tuzki-bunny-emoticon-037.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a month long of blogging hiatus, 25 days to be exact, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urban gurU&lt;/span&gt; is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since am melting because of this scourging heat, am back as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer gurU&lt;/span&gt;!  Yey! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTuce3bpsT8v5XUDTQyQia3xJZM874fPSr0jqvJgQea1Or8WTXYY1tLFKEl1iRwRFjYrXyPqcOXHJUjtE3N_CzJSEZcjN3Fw2iLj7bq85YwCjSuIlyjeywTQ2GPBCyM-kj2uFQp2Gxdk/s1600-h/summer+guru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTuce3bpsT8v5XUDTQyQia3xJZM874fPSr0jqvJgQea1Or8WTXYY1tLFKEl1iRwRFjYrXyPqcOXHJUjtE3N_CzJSEZcjN3Fw2iLj7bq85YwCjSuIlyjeywTQ2GPBCyM-kj2uFQp2Gxdk/s200/summer+guru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324944389887630002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened to the Urban, I mean, Summer gurU for the past 25 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*flashback*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freesmileys.org/emoticons/tuzki-bunnys/tuzki-bunny-emoticon-049.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 48px; height: 48px;" src="http://www.freesmileys.org/emoticons/tuzki-bunnys/tuzki-bunny-emoticon-049.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 23-24 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finals!&lt;/span&gt;  I have to finish the last 4 exams I'm supposed to give for this school year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 26 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honors deliberation&lt;/span&gt;. Have to finish the graduating class' grades and finalize the honors lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 27 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candlelight Ceremonies&lt;/span&gt; of the graduating class at Loyola Grand Villas.  I have to shop my attire an hour before the event.  Bwahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 31 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graduation Rites&lt;/span&gt;. Have to finalize the audio-visual presentation needed that day and that took me an entire day to finish!  Praise God it went well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 3 - Graduating Class' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Retreat&lt;/span&gt; at Camp Explore, Antipolo, Rizal.  Went home exhausted.  And just like any other retreat, no one wanted to go home...  *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 4 - Departure for Balanga City, Bataan for &lt;a href="http://www.psysc.org/blog/?p=46"&gt;PSYSC's National Science Camp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 5-9 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camp Bataan&lt;/span&gt;.  For the record, this is my 7th Camp!  Whew!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 10-12 - rested at home for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not that busy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, here's the deal, got more things happening this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 13-24 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Log_on&lt;/span&gt;.  It's a refresher course am giving at school for those who are taking high school entrance exams next school year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 27-30 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curriculum Refresher Course&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll be giving a workshop for teachers about integrating Science in the elementary level.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;details will follow soon&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 9 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iBlog5&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll be riding an Ikot jeep and head to Malcolm Hall for the &lt;a href="http://iblogph.org/?p=138"&gt;5th Philippine Blogging Summit&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikll8Ws7o4nlzy25wxulL73p0B9V3gvO1Eaqagex43LXDsraXE_ebJ3BI08miVfi47VjtUzW5gNQJDVgm2QrZMEp3BkO9RXj5Ghqvu1pCaIlKEuiivimFFyrZacaU_GGw63TpjcOEROxA/s1600-h/iblog5logo150_83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 83px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikll8Ws7o4nlzy25wxulL73p0B9V3gvO1Eaqagex43LXDsraXE_ebJ3BI08miVfi47VjtUzW5gNQJDVgm2QrZMEp3BkO9RXj5Ghqvu1pCaIlKEuiivimFFyrZacaU_GGw63TpjcOEROxA/s200/iblog5logo150_83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324937294719919522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 11-29 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School Workshops&lt;/span&gt;.  We will be preparing this time for the next school year!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  What a jam-packed summer!  Is this what they call vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOxt0rxfnwirmOd82LxdL1vOOepxmnad1OdM3mQWY4VTTNTeHNN02lh46Gv5Av5ZueAM10EN2z7D5rPHgQtEVVXVP-tjCv2s4Bg6bOC8Bwgwr-7byC8QgMjw940WlXymd_Duks5BaKL0/s1600-h/guru+mountain+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOxt0rxfnwirmOd82LxdL1vOOepxmnad1OdM3mQWY4VTTNTeHNN02lh46Gv5Av5ZueAM10EN2z7D5rPHgQtEVVXVP-tjCv2s4Bg6bOC8Bwgwr-7byC8QgMjw940WlXymd_Duks5BaKL0/s320/guru+mountain+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324946319614828818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Let's just enjoy the heat of the sun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits go to 12 years old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for the new Urban gurU graphics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/77989617760975641/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-guru.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/77989617760975641" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/77989617760975641" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-guru.html" rel="alternate" title="Summer gurU" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTuce3bpsT8v5XUDTQyQia3xJZM874fPSr0jqvJgQea1Or8WTXYY1tLFKEl1iRwRFjYrXyPqcOXHJUjtE3N_CzJSEZcjN3Fw2iLj7bq85YwCjSuIlyjeywTQ2GPBCyM-kj2uFQp2Gxdk/s72-c/summer+guru.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-594616894626138261</id><published>2009-03-21T02:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:34:54.256+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food"/><title type="text">Googling Gyudon</title><content type="html">One time, I thought of googling the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gyudon&lt;/span&gt;.  Flabbergasted by the results, my inquisitiveness brought me to these sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2nI1z4BwA4Syk7d8tMeYvXotgjQo_AFzsXjVTbVGSbOTI6c2RViFn1I8dLRRq0V0GYmMUAXavFVG-GR1lKefroyDB3NMnvEHwHtMPEArS8-KLEWo_oRbBI46MGgpCsTp0M4NgPxFBMU/s1600-h/gyudon+google.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2nI1z4BwA4Syk7d8tMeYvXotgjQo_AFzsXjVTbVGSbOTI6c2RViFn1I8dLRRq0V0GYmMUAXavFVG-GR1lKefroyDB3NMnvEHwHtMPEArS8-KLEWo_oRbBI46MGgpCsTp0M4NgPxFBMU/s400/gyudon+google.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315343820914842482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;/span&gt;’s history dates back to 1899 when a Japanese named Eikichi Matsuda crafted a scrumptious recipe of beef and rice known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gyudon&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gyudon"&gt;Gyudon&lt;/a&gt;  is from the Japanese terms &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gyū&lt;/span&gt; which means "cow" or "beef", and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don&lt;/span&gt; is short for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;donburi&lt;/span&gt;, the Japanese word for "bowl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVoDPSeSCLWa0y8vnZCL0gQhLe4szgcESaECfFC4eF1ARQ_Dewh4nevH1lrugk4_EyCIFjPh_zYn0uj5xihil5SioFtvhAzCIMFpILlzsigeIwaasCDkryDHjbUMpc3jGd3QP6rSp8EJ0/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 54px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVoDPSeSCLWa0y8vnZCL0gQhLe4szgcESaECfFC4eF1ARQ_Dewh4nevH1lrugk4_EyCIFjPh_zYn0uj5xihil5SioFtvhAzCIMFpILlzsigeIwaasCDkryDHjbUMpc3jGd3QP6rSp8EJ0/s400/clip_image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315344688232675010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 110 years, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;/span&gt; has grown to be an imperative brand name in Japan as asserted by more than 1,000 outlets.  In Metro Manila, they can be found in the following strategic locations: SM Megamall, SM North EDSA, SM Mall of Asia, Robinsons Galleria, Sta. Lucia East Grand Mall, Binondo, Park Square 1, and Greenhills.  Hence, making it one of the biggest fast-food chains in Japan and Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I visited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;/span&gt;, I was not that stunned with their cuisine.  If I recall it right, that could be almost two years ago.  Late last year, when I visited again one of their stores, I was finally convinced of the palatability of their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gyudon&lt;/span&gt;.  Quoting my best friend whom I am with that time, “this is the best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gyudon&lt;/span&gt; I had ever tasted.”  Since then, we often drop by the nearest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;/span&gt; to our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCrIbFnN3zks1ee-1AnT_-j4TBdLqAGlkbhnSCaQECLpjXp0th1r4F9zhfTXxBGF27JCPk_2GltRiadk2vhsEP-rnXoYmwg5vm3JnCsTQJsNVHnHyTMPn3HNWBnmG2a-3tPnARGPe7wc/s1600-h/yoshinoya+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCrIbFnN3zks1ee-1AnT_-j4TBdLqAGlkbhnSCaQECLpjXp0th1r4F9zhfTXxBGF27JCPk_2GltRiadk2vhsEP-rnXoYmwg5vm3JnCsTQJsNVHnHyTMPn3HNWBnmG2a-3tPnARGPe7wc/s400/yoshinoya+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315343835408807794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gyudon&lt;/span&gt; is best served with seven spices and red ginger (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beni shoga&lt;/span&gt;).  Seven spices add a little bit of an exquisite chili flavor to the beef; at the same time, the red ginger makes it savory juicier.  By the way, the first serving of red ginger is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gyudon&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;chicken teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; fish katsudon&lt;/span&gt; are both must try dishes in any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;/span&gt; store.  Their chicken teriyaki is favorable to those who are health conscious since it is cooked with minimum amount of oil.  To boot, the fish katsudon boasts a sumptuous cream dory cooked in tempura sauce, topped with an egg.  Mouth watery, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you think of googling the word ‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gyudon&lt;/span&gt;,’ try heading to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greenhills Yoshinoya &lt;/span&gt;instead.  I guarantee you, they serve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japan’s No. 1 Beef Bowl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshinoya Greenhills &lt;/span&gt;accepts:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;orders for delivery at a minimum order of Php 300.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bulk orders of at least 20 orders of rice bowls/noodles/jumbo plates will be free of delivery charge plus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE BEEF GYUDON&lt;/span&gt; for every P1000 purchase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;KDO coffee sticks of box of 12 are available, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buy 1 Take 1&lt;/span&gt;, for only Php 45.48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For any queries, you may contact them at (02) 725 7789 or (02) 725 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/594616894626138261/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/googling-gyudon.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/594616894626138261" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/594616894626138261" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/googling-gyudon.html" rel="alternate" title="Googling Gyudon" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2nI1z4BwA4Syk7d8tMeYvXotgjQo_AFzsXjVTbVGSbOTI6c2RViFn1I8dLRRq0V0GYmMUAXavFVG-GR1lKefroyDB3NMnvEHwHtMPEArS8-KLEWo_oRbBI46MGgpCsTp0M4NgPxFBMU/s72-c/gyudon+google.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-8724517878205760641</id><published>2009-03-19T13:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:47:51.786+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American Idol 8"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos"/><title type="text">Good vs. Evil Drama</title><content type="html">The battle for the final two commenced last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sweet tussle between idols &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny Cash&lt;/span&gt;’ “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ring of Fire&lt;/span&gt;” represented the evil, hot flaming, falsettoing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inch Nail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;inspired contestant.  On the other hand Danny, belting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carrie Underwood&lt;/span&gt;’s “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus Take the Wheel&lt;/span&gt;,” was the good-boy, heaven sent contingent.  My jaw literally dropped after their performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCXrygv1js0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCXrygv1js0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even it didn’t really sound like country for Adam’s rendition, it doesn’t really matter.  Changing the song into something that fits him well, worked out very, very fine.  If Kara thinks it was strange and she kinda likes it, I think it was indeed strange, and I kinda love it.  ‘Twas hot, intense, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Hos2FH5nY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Hos2FH5nY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny took the good side last night.  Accompanied by the bright white lights while he was performing, it seems like angels were all over the stage raising him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercing.  It was just like piercing your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Horses of the Apocalypse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there would be dark horses, these three guys would be it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anoop&lt;/span&gt; Dawg was “from zero to hero,” as Simon said it.  After nailing “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re Always on My Mind&lt;/span&gt;,” Anoop is back again in the competition.  Welcome back dawg!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tender Dawg &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt; sang “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Make You Feel My Love&lt;/span&gt;.”  For Paula it was a “vulnerable performance.”  And yes it was.   It was soothing and flawless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt Giraud&lt;/span&gt;.  The jazzy JT did it again after singing “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Small.&lt;/span&gt;”  And well, even he’s not a front runner in the competition, he’s definitely adding spice to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Better watch out for them in the forthcoming weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since girls are already outnumbered on the second week of performance night, I am picking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan Joy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allison Iraheta&lt;/span&gt; as the best female performers.  Megan was awesomely lovely to the nth degree!  Singing “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking’ After Midnight&lt;/span&gt;,” she proved that she deserves to be in the Summer Tour after making it to the top ten.  Caw! Caw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eqCWX5pktYWtxcYWymT-8_6kV4BLi10k_TKNJai-PSd_PyCdkvMH_72t0eO0W1u1cUv-L1hVjEmM4xxriBTu4sKBhu8tAMnAY1xhNvV0lpj95iXFWGrsx6lJXVbPBTq_DUsDUT9tm3I/s1600-h/megan+joy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eqCWX5pktYWtxcYWymT-8_6kV4BLi10k_TKNJai-PSd_PyCdkvMH_72t0eO0W1u1cUv-L1hVjEmM4xxriBTu4sKBhu8tAMnAY1xhNvV0lpj95iXFWGrsx6lJXVbPBTq_DUsDUT9tm3I/s320/megan+joy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314762657814704706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison, who was part of the bottom three, still managed to be the sweet-young-rockstar as she was, during the performance night.  Unluckily, she did not impress the judges, who persuasively convinced America not to vote for her.  As a result, she’s down there.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predicted that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexis&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt; to be in the bottom three today.  And yes, even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil&lt;/span&gt;.   Their performances were kinda weak and there's nothing impressive about them.  I even predicted Michael to be out today, just like &lt;a href="http://www.rickey.org/?p=13052"&gt;most people&lt;/a&gt; think, but nah… dirty Alexis heads home rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the end, there will only be three girls in the summer tour, accompanied by the seven guys.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/8724517878205760641/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-vs-evil-drama.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="7 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/8724517878205760641" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/8724517878205760641" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-vs-evil-drama.html" rel="alternate" title="Good vs. Evil Drama" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eqCWX5pktYWtxcYWymT-8_6kV4BLi10k_TKNJai-PSd_PyCdkvMH_72t0eO0W1u1cUv-L1hVjEmM4xxriBTu4sKBhu8tAMnAY1xhNvV0lpj95iXFWGrsx6lJXVbPBTq_DUsDUT9tm3I/s72-c/megan+joy.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-7649469379117001211</id><published>2009-03-12T01:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:22:39.493+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American Idol 8"/><title type="text">The search is on!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVTlFm3Q9tFYGaHeJl_f2MpqmBewZMkGUnJ663nzZmdTS7HSOpXWFkj6z7vLMpdQWxUQPAGlxUde1hJg0qhrZAVAn58TeDAbx_PKm1CSh64NvIUt_I7FqjM3q8LyjLfMhhE6v3fXsJlA/s1600-h/top+13+map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVTlFm3Q9tFYGaHeJl_f2MpqmBewZMkGUnJ663nzZmdTS7HSOpXWFkj6z7vLMpdQWxUQPAGlxUde1hJg0qhrZAVAn58TeDAbx_PKm1CSh64NvIUt_I7FqjM3q8LyjLfMhhE6v3fXsJlA/s400/top+13+map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311993188529060706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone was enthralled upon hearing that they will have 13 finalists in this year's season of American Idol.  Proportionally, the more choices, the more votes; the more votes... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka-ching&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnPdbVZoYCVIiIlCgTAetQwQbdboYe7207UGRzhk8pyhVxCJviSW5aZoSNn5YSgG7Wi3dBMvLByvzGWQpisizEyqE1UuLZjLOGRn74f7J013MGtRyQ3tbnlXfJbLETB0V8MQOOtx-9Iw/s1600-h/top13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnPdbVZoYCVIiIlCgTAetQwQbdboYe7207UGRzhk8pyhVxCJviSW5aZoSNn5YSgG7Wi3dBMvLByvzGWQpisizEyqE1UuLZjLOGRn74f7J013MGtRyQ3tbnlXfJbLETB0V8MQOOtx-9Iw/s400/top13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311993195160949346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my excitement to go home today to watch AI, I even fought for my human rights over the tv just to watch the first performance night of the finalists.  So finally, here are my top picks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjc20oFxQELgne13CAIAnJZ8krzjouuTXKpRNgongdqFzf1tKZpLmhGSN83FqbDIoW9ls1ty2vrSspY0NFq4qEUT_uTiGvqmbhvWaKuP28basEjaNPIwi1NM-Duw673vPfE000JmSu1o/s1600-h/adam-alexis-allison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjc20oFxQELgne13CAIAnJZ8krzjouuTXKpRNgongdqFzf1tKZpLmhGSN83FqbDIoW9ls1ty2vrSspY0NFq4qEUT_uTiGvqmbhvWaKuP28basEjaNPIwi1NM-Duw673vPfE000JmSu1o/s400/adam-alexis-allison.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311993191130666370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; reminded me of my 3rd grade mass demonstration at Tinuigiban, Puerto Princesa City.  LOL.  That was so 15 years ago!  Despite the overwhelming foundation he has today, he's still my idol.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allison&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexis&lt;/span&gt; are rockstars of their own.  Well done for both of these girls!  Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed also of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris&lt;/span&gt;' performance tonight. Hence, am placing them on my top half list together with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt; who are both consistent since day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the variety &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt; is giving to the competition, am really worried that she might belong to the bottom three together with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorge&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anoop&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt; should also be worried for rendering an unripe version of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt;'s voice is improving while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; was also impressive tonight.  Nevertheless, I don't see them singing in the final performance night.  It's an Adam-Danny head-on-competition!</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/7649469379117001211/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/search-is-on.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="5 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/7649469379117001211" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/7649469379117001211" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/search-is-on.html" rel="alternate" title="The search is on!" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVTlFm3Q9tFYGaHeJl_f2MpqmBewZMkGUnJ663nzZmdTS7HSOpXWFkj6z7vLMpdQWxUQPAGlxUde1hJg0qhrZAVAn58TeDAbx_PKm1CSh64NvIUt_I7FqjM3q8LyjLfMhhE6v3fXsJlA/s72-c/top+13+map.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-3157187124037782301</id><published>2009-03-08T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:58:36.626+08:00</updated><title type="text">The Urban gurU is one-year-old!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Year Anniversary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urban gurU !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/3157187124037782301/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/urban-guru-is-one-year-old.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/3157187124037782301" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/3157187124037782301" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/urban-guru-is-one-year-old.html" rel="alternate" title="The Urban gurU is one-year-old!" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-6165614366500130315</id><published>2009-03-05T01:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:28:13.617+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American Idol 8"/><title type="text">Paula makes sense tonight</title><content type="html">Here's a short note for the third round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkUv7hA3yQSqCcxF5DZP38-4JOl9Y2M3F54PuYG2Kmina2aP_TpwbO4p6DN864KP0HFshQjsO6rEbdQaqW46dn5CsE4NsMZzQnDQovRpHTOMGIpop_pYhBP1dhwJYADDfSLM-BKQnHMHA/s1600-h/group+3+picks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkUv7hA3yQSqCcxF5DZP38-4JOl9Y2M3F54PuYG2Kmina2aP_TpwbO4p6DN864KP0HFshQjsO6rEbdQaqW46dn5CsE4NsMZzQnDQovRpHTOMGIpop_pYhBP1dhwJYADDfSLM-BKQnHMHA/s400/group+3+picks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309398319214033266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am picking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil Rounds&lt;/span&gt; for her consistency.  She's very solid from auditions up to tonight's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicia Barton&lt;/span&gt; was a "WOAH!"  She really proved her worth in the top 36.  Hence, she deserves to be in the final round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Von Smith&lt;/span&gt; picked the right song.  Thus, gave him the rights to be in the competition.  Got a random question, "Is Marvin Gay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Clay? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ju'Not&lt;/span&gt; was also a choice, 'Delilah' is definitely not a song that will bring him to the finals.  But am telling you, he has the talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second choice of best performers would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ju'Not Joyner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kendall Beard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jorge Nunez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a chance.  We'll see tomorrow if America will let him be in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;this is the worst group, ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they always reserve the best singer for the last performance.  it's a hint already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paula makes sense tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, where am I in my dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/6165614366500130315/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/paula-makes-sense-tonight.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/6165614366500130315" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/6165614366500130315" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/paula-makes-sense-tonight.html" rel="alternate" title="Paula makes sense tonight" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkUv7hA3yQSqCcxF5DZP38-4JOl9Y2M3F54PuYG2Kmina2aP_TpwbO4p6DN864KP0HFshQjsO6rEbdQaqW46dn5CsE4NsMZzQnDQovRpHTOMGIpop_pYhBP1dhwJYADDfSLM-BKQnHMHA/s72-c/group+3+picks.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-8065361551297160477</id><published>2009-03-05T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:30:48.094+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants and Raves"/><title type="text">If you're gone.</title><content type="html">I think I've already lost you.  I think you're already gone.  I think I'm finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think you're already leaving, feels like your hand is on the door.&lt;/span&gt;  I thought this place was an empire but now I'm relaxed, I can't be sure .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're so mean, I think we should try.  I think I could need, this in my life.  I think I'm just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;, I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know this is wrong it's a problem I'm dealing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matchboxtwenty.com/"&gt;If you're gone&lt;/a&gt;, maybe it's time to go home.  There's an awful lot of breathing room, but I can hardly move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gone, God, I need to come home.  Cuz there's a little bit of something me, in everything in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/8065361551297160477/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-youre-gone.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/8065361551297160477" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/8065361551297160477" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-youre-gone.html" rel="alternate" title="If you're gone." type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-5656507316424077133</id><published>2009-02-26T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:24:22.093+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American Idol 8"/><title type="text">AI8 Group 2 Shaking the Ground</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should be doing my lecture for tomorrow.  But heck, I prefer scrutinizing Ryan Seacrest’s shirt first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, so far is the best group of semi-finalist I’ve ever seen in American Idol.  I really had a hard time picking my top three for this week.  As compared to last week, the top three for the first batch was very easy to predict.  Talking about last week, let me share to you first my Group 1 top three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9Dk0TvaxeYXMAAR1pfPVSfffFijarlud7FOdmpKyeOub7LaMoMPofNbntYJT96-y3nhzkcbbeJMt3tStZZMoueYgA4cblHvUbBIUu5lBBti_JOkHguWlGJY2P3l94z-AsIO1FR2sDr8/s1600-h/group1+picks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9Dk0TvaxeYXMAAR1pfPVSfffFijarlud7FOdmpKyeOub7LaMoMPofNbntYJT96-y3nhzkcbbeJMt3tStZZMoueYgA4cblHvUbBIUu5lBBti_JOkHguWlGJY2P3l94z-AsIO1FR2sDr8/s400/group1+picks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307132923685011538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on my list is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/span&gt;.  Charms + Voice = AI8 winner.  But nah, it’s too early to predict.  And no, am not in the fad of idolizing Mr. Gokey.  It’s just I feel that he’s an Archie-to-be.  Thou this time, he has a dramatic story to start with.  I don’t know either if this will affect how people will vote for him.  As what I know, people are starting to campaign for him thru blogs; paying bloggers who will write a post about him.  Honestly, I have no issues with this kind of deed; it’s just am still not with the Gokey-hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a part of an email I received from a blogger’s yahoogroup I am part of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtd-rsq-ZTMeNLY612z2T6x8scPnu7f_4BcSLEQj8930S1HCqGSdRECZ2_MccqS1V6ZE0iJ0flJcyx7NEU203xvQfK6HFq6B0NtarvVhZ_sPU1kKc38zcBxofiQQcuZI11_tJLmeKGjio/s1600-h/gokey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtd-rsq-ZTMeNLY612z2T6x8scPnu7f_4BcSLEQj8930S1HCqGSdRECZ2_MccqS1V6ZE0iJ0flJcyx7NEU203xvQfK6HFq6B0NtarvVhZ_sPU1kKc38zcBxofiQQcuZI11_tJLmeKGjio/s400/gokey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307132918964422706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second on my list is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ricky Braddy&lt;/span&gt;.  If you ask for voice quality, he’s the man.  Unfortunately, he picked a non-conventional song that didn’t mark in America’s keypad.  He’s not here to win the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackie Tohn&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh! I love watching her on the stage.  She’s like a professional performer.  The song also fitted her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To boot, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexis Grace&lt;/span&gt; is also a fave.  She’s fourth in my list.  And yes, am happy that I'll be seeing more of her in the finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 20,000 votes ahead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anoop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Sarver&lt;/span&gt; was VERY lucky.  But still, am not a fan.  By the way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tatiana&lt;/span&gt;, don't worry baby, I still heart you.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mwahugslurp&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to say about last week, let me talk about what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very disappointed for those who picked the wrong songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine Murray&lt;/span&gt;.  I love her ever since Hollywood week.  Her range is awesome.  But singing Sara Bareille’s "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Song&lt;/span&gt;" will not bring you to the finals.  Why didn’t you choose a BIG song?!!  Huhu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt Giraud&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh Matt… Please don’t try hard to be Justin Timberlake when you sing Coldplay’s "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/span&gt;."  It didn’t work.  You have a great voice and play the piano well.  Stick to Ray Charles, please!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt Breitzke&lt;/span&gt;.  I can’t even remember his performance…  What did he sing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kai Kalama&lt;/span&gt;.  A 60’s hit is not for you Kai.  You have a big heart and an excellent voice.  You sounded good, but not good enough to bring you to the finals.  Tsk. Tsk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mishavonna Henson&lt;/span&gt;.  Although I love “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drops of Jupiter&lt;/span&gt;,” it’s not meant for a singing competition.  It didn’t show well your vocal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If only they picked the right songs, everyone will surely have a shot for the top twelve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeanie Vailes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesse Langset&lt;/span&gt;.  All of them picked the right songs.  And I rank them 6th, 5th, and 4th, respectively.  They’re my second group of top three basing it on performance and voice quality.  Impressive vocals they have.  However, it’s still not a valid ticket for the finals.  How I wish all of them would qualify to the final twelve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here’s my top three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiC9wDBF6bcD-4hxV_qxXHJ6vTSuZ1R9Mv-dztjjFeufP207N-Kg5CMNWmFW6Fec3cjp61ErF-bqbkUgj9uRyfr6A5e8cZI7lhpFrZT4TQezKlXT8e9oa0PPMFoQKilJbZ3oUa4b0CCKU/s1600-h/group+2+picks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiC9wDBF6bcD-4hxV_qxXHJ6vTSuZ1R9Mv-dztjjFeufP207N-Kg5CMNWmFW6Fec3cjp61ErF-bqbkUgj9uRyfr6A5e8cZI7lhpFrZT4TQezKlXT8e9oa0PPMFoQKilJbZ3oUa4b0CCKU/s400/group+2+picks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307133746563929298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan Joy Corkrey&lt;/span&gt;.  She was very cute singing Corinne Bailey Rae’s “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put Your Records On&lt;/span&gt;.”  Add to it the white dress and the dancing.  But, do you still remember how was Antonella Barba eliminated?  She said in her last AI performance, “girl, put your records on…”  Oh no Megan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt;.  It doesn’t matter if you’re &lt;a href="http://www.inquisitr.com/18844/is-american-idols-adam-lambert-gay-is-there-really-any-question/"&gt;gay&lt;/a&gt;.  I still heart you.  You rock, dude!  You’re someone to beat in the top twelve.  Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allison Iraheta&lt;/span&gt;.  Sweet sixteen as she is, but extraordinary vocal prowess!  Her performance is what I call a show off.  A show off that will bring her to the magic twelve.  Yehey for Allison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget anyone?  Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nick Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;.  Nick Gentle.  Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Nick!  You’re an apparition for American Idol!  People might have issues with you, but I believe you’re a talented performer.  How I wish I can see more of you in the next episodes.  But who knows?  Maybe you genuinely entertained America and they might *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crossing fingers&lt;/span&gt;* bring you to the finals!  I’ll be ecstatic to see you at the finals too.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Seacrest’s shirt, am just not used to see him wearing polo shirts in AI.  That’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait, so what is plutonism again?&lt;/span&gt;    o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my PowerPoint.  Or maybe I'd rather hit the sack.  Zzzzz...</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/5656507316424077133/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/ai8-group-2-shaking-ground.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/5656507316424077133" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/5656507316424077133" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/ai8-group-2-shaking-ground.html" rel="alternate" title="AI8 Group 2 Shaking the Ground" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9Dk0TvaxeYXMAAR1pfPVSfffFijarlud7FOdmpKyeOub7LaMoMPofNbntYJT96-y3nhzkcbbeJMt3tStZZMoueYgA4cblHvUbBIUu5lBBti_JOkHguWlGJY2P3l94z-AsIO1FR2sDr8/s72-c/group1+picks.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-8852132897231307105</id><published>2009-02-22T23:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:02:33.335+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scams"/><title type="text">And the Oscar goes to...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaChyujpFehxNzi5FLXVNzJvuW6aqzBsWXP-hrqlqtvWX1ZpNuD-2RRDbQ2YY0aDz1b1cVoZUiylXSsGrgMigakNQTICtgX33lRFG_cYIJHQoyhwI4kC8tub5jrjE-_k1eh1vUi2rDmYw/s1600-h/Slumdog+Millionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaChyujpFehxNzi5FLXVNzJvuW6aqzBsWXP-hrqlqtvWX1ZpNuD-2RRDbQ2YY0aDz1b1cVoZUiylXSsGrgMigakNQTICtgX33lRFG_cYIJHQoyhwI4kC8tub5jrjE-_k1eh1vUi2rDmYw/s320/Slumdog+Millionaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305662147279501202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; for my breakfast-brunch-lunch last Saturday morning.  Upon waking up, I grabbed Ace, returned to my bed, and watch the film until 12:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A.  He cheated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; early last month, I was totally decided that it should win 'Best Picture.'  Surprisingly, I was more amazed when Ayush Makesh Khedekar swam in the pool of feces just to have Amitabh Bachchan's autograph than Brad Pitt's transfiguration from an old man suffering from arthritis to being the sexiest man on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'm changing my bet for 'Best Picture' from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B.  He's lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog is an additional movie to the list I've posted last month on &lt;a href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/01/gurus-oscar-picks.html"&gt;The guru's oscar pickS&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hellboy II: The Golden Army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how diverse the genre of films I'm watching?  It's even better than Tubbataha Reef's biodiversity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C.  He's a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, here are my biased predictions on who I WANT to win later on in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor in a Leading Role&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt; (The Curious Case of Benjamin Button)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor in a Supporting Role&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/span&gt; (The Dark Knight)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actress in a Leading Role&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meryl Streep&lt;/span&gt; (Doubt)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actress in a Supporting Role&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taraji Henson&lt;/span&gt; (The Curious Case of Benjamin Button)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animated Feature Film&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinematography&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directing &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Film Editing&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makeup&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellboy II: The Golden Army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; (Score) - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visual Effects&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Adapted Screenplay)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Slumdog Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Picture&lt;/span&gt; - should I say my pick here, again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure you've seen this picture already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvOXB89pezKtc7pacgFAE0kX1il6ugeHZwkj_UuLvbABooUac2i36AbiDBLt-Vm2mRqapJftOhcEu4u_UrT8RPcb3otnZHDqzoBp0bS7P9BDIa9eBMDpfXBUcCmHlPGwsMWUN7cIAAEA/s1600-h/1235075752496jc8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvOXB89pezKtc7pacgFAE0kX1il6ugeHZwkj_UuLvbABooUac2i36AbiDBLt-Vm2mRqapJftOhcEu4u_UrT8RPcb3otnZHDqzoBp0bS7P9BDIa9eBMDpfXBUcCmHlPGwsMWUN7cIAAEA/s400/1235075752496jc8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305660165078028194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this one from &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/p/gsork"&gt;Neil Brian's plurk&lt;/a&gt;.  (Just click the image to enlarge it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if this was the first time for you to see that pix, you've missed a quarter of an Astronimical Unit.  We'll see if this leakage is worth of our precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I knew it already even from the very start that the best answer is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D.  It is written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/8852132897231307105/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-oscar-goes-to.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/8852132897231307105" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/8852132897231307105" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-oscar-goes-to.html" rel="alternate" title="And the Oscar goes to..." type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaChyujpFehxNzi5FLXVNzJvuW6aqzBsWXP-hrqlqtvWX1ZpNuD-2RRDbQ2YY0aDz1b1cVoZUiylXSsGrgMigakNQTICtgX33lRFG_cYIJHQoyhwI4kC8tub5jrjE-_k1eh1vUi2rDmYw/s72-c/Slumdog+Millionaire.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-5260088122335752360</id><published>2009-02-18T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:46:10.799+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Forums"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="University Life"/><title type="text">Emancipation From Poverty Through Legal Empowerment</title><content type="html">&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UP Alpha Phi Beta Fraternity, Economic, Social, and Cultural Rights - Asia  (ESCR-Asia), and Alternative Law Groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;invites you to a forum on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emancipation From Poverty Through Legal Empowerment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://linguiny.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZrqBQoKCGsAAARZWYs1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 522px;" class="center" src="http://images.linguiny.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZrqBQoKCGsAAARZWYs1/70th-logo-poster-final-theater.jpg?et=A2xiZ0yv7bjV0RvL8VfEOQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activity is geared towards promoting public consciousness on how the legal system can be a  tool in alleviating the deplorable conditions of the poor and in ultimately eliminating the blight of poverty in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keynote speaker is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Justice Renato S. Puno&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supreme Court of the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be held on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;February 27, 2009&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-5pm&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malcolm Theater&lt;/span&gt;, UP College of Law, Diliman, Quezon City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, please feel free to email &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e_benzene@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/5260088122335752360/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/emancipation-from-poverty-through-legal.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/5260088122335752360" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/5260088122335752360" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/emancipation-from-poverty-through-legal.html" rel="alternate" title="Emancipation From Poverty Through Legal Empowerment" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-548413138691169488</id><published>2009-02-17T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:57:48.832+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scams"/><title type="text">Sugus</title><content type="html">While checking my private plurks this evening, I noticed a thread about a "boy that got bullied &amp;amp; beat at the open party recently and the mom sent out a widely circulated email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being used to forwarded scams sent thru email, I really didn't mind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, while scanning my inbox, 6:57 pm of February 16, I received an email about a party host named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sugus&lt;/span&gt;.  For records sake, here is the complete unedited email FORWARDED by Fhabi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYI in case you guys are hiring a PARTY HOST OR CLOWN ENTERTAINER for your childrens parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pondered for almost 6 months whether I should do this. At first, I was prepared to let this awful experience just slide.  However, as new information about misbehaviors of this host unfolds, I can no longer endure the thought of another kid being abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is: his name is RONALD LEGASPI but known as SUGUS in the kiddie party planning and entertainment as well as the theater industry. He is about 42-years old and has claimed to an actor and commercial model. He is a great womanizer claiming to have had sex with over 100 women to date from whores, artists, GROs, students, etc. He had a couple of mistresses who were used abused and hurt. My private investigator has also reported that he was reprimanded by a police officer having oral sex at a Makati parking lot and he had paid 7,000 for the offense. Friends of his says that he is in a very miserable and bad marriage and insecured of his rich wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my bad experience happened in March this year 2008 when I threw a party for my son at a clubhouse in Greenhills in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1234881301_6"&gt;San Juan City&lt;/span&gt;. Guests observed that this host Sugus was always staring at my other kid, my daughter who is 10 years old. During parlor games, she was touching the hair of my little girl, the yayas present that time reported. What came as a shock of my life was when after the party, behind the backdrop, this host unzipped his pants and showed his "birdie" to my daughter and was signaling for her to touch it.   My daughter ran screaming but when I called his attention, he appeared to be innocent of the crime. I sent him away at once. I reported the matter to the police at once and had file a case against this immoral person. Case is now with the trial court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from molesting my daughter who has suffered trauma from this horrible experience, I found out that he also maltreated a little boy after a party after the boy called him an old, ugly monkey. He bullied the boy and made `pitik' the ear. Even if there were feedbacks in the past that he is a good host, people should be careful because such behavior may be only manifesting now. For what reasons, we do not know. But this host Sugus is definitely sick and needs psychological help. I am not out to destroy a person reputation, because it is a waste of my time and energy to write this if my intention is not pure. It is a moral obligation to make people&lt;br /&gt;aware of other people wrongdoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ignore this important warning from me. Better be safe than sorry. There are many other good hosts to choose from.  Please, please beware of this person because he could sweet talk you and act very charming to deceive people. Please pass this message so that we can help in our own little way to prevent the abuse of innocent kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sgd.) Mommy Elen Dy&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, 9:41 pm of the same day, an email came again, but this time from Bernard, bearing this complete text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess forwards like this are the flipside of the internet age.   You can actually destroy a person's life in a flash through these unverified stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to know SUGUS when I worked in UCPB.  He used to be a Manager of one of the departments of the bank, so you can imagine how shocked I was when I read this story.  Personally, I am not close to him but I have known this guy to be really decent and he was respected at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my former officemates at work today to verify if any of these are true.  The ones closest to Sugus in the office are seething with rage for their friend who's a real good guy.  I was informed that this supposed e-mail purporting to come from a mother was written by his erstwhile friend whom he had a falling out with.   This friend even went to the extent of creating a fake friendster account and embarassed SUGUS to his catholic religious community called SOLV.  It IS that bad.  SUGUS sued this friend and the suit is now pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, the case mentioned herein is non-existent and this supposed event is completely fabricated.   Sugus resigned from his stable and lucrative job in the bank to do what he loves best - to entertain.  I saw him last year playing a character on the TV show &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1234881301_11"&gt;Super Inggo&lt;/span&gt; in ABS CBN.   He IS a great &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1234881301_12"&gt;party organizer&lt;/span&gt; and host and so great with kids.    It is sad that because of this email thread, he is losing clientele because people would naturally be wary of him even if the story is completely untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to preach against our right to forward stuff.  We are all guilty of it one way or another.  I just realized how we can also be part of destroying someone's life and reputation simply by the forward and send buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can also forward this in defense of SUGUS.  Better yet, i hope you can tell your friends to check the source of the rumor and if such allegations have suffiencient basis because these are serious and defamatory allegations.    It's so easy to destroy and break a reputation but I doubt if you can completely restore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both emails came from my college organization's yahoogroup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know Fhabi nor Bernard, personally.  But since both of them are members of the Christian organization I am part of, I wont compromise their credibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whether the case being talked about in the plurk thread is the same one mentioned in the first email I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, I have no idea on the veracity of such claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, enlighten me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in case we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;at the same page of the same book&lt;/span&gt;, I hope all of us can read between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feb 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (11:56pm) - I verified it.  Not the same emails.  Many thanks Jane!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/548413138691169488/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/sugus.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/548413138691169488" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/548413138691169488" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/sugus.html" rel="alternate" title="Sugus" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590172924749202514.post-4412296549294634638</id><published>2009-02-14T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:16:16.999+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flashback"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="University Life"/><title type="text">Love: It's Killing Me</title><content type="html">Questions about love would always hark back the memories of my elementary days—autographs here and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Love is blind’ or ‘God is love,’ are the most overt answers to the question ‘define love’ in any autograph book I would read. Though it may sound cliché, people who had resolved to those answers were, indeed,right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agape is the most important love of all. It is different from all the others. It is eternal; it is universal; though, sometimes, it is taken for granted. For no one can teach you what agape involves, thus, it is also something that all of us need to develop; it is, irrefutably, God’s love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eros is a different kind of love. It speaks of physical love. It is physical love and physical affection between two individuals. When people fall in love, eros love gets involve. That’s the time when love, becomes blind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But still, it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;— Julia Fordham, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Moves In (Mysterious Ways)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to us arbitrarily. Hence, just like a box of chocolates, you’ll never know what you’ll get. You can’t teach yourself how to love, what more to dictate to yourself whom to love. Thus, just like in the art of teaching, it is the process that really matters in what they call, ‘the art of loving.’ How you substantiated that love of yours or how determined were you to show your love to the person you really care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I feel myself surrender&lt;br /&gt;Each time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I am staggered by your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Your unassuming grace&lt;br /&gt;And I feel my heart is turning&lt;br /&gt;Falling into place&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide it&lt;br /&gt;Now hear my confession&lt;br /&gt;— Josh Groban, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is the most obscure offense a person could do to himself/herself. Falling in love is taking the risk of gambling your emotions, your affection. Simply, you actually love even without the assurance of being loved back. It’s just like sowing a seed without even knowing what kind of plant it is. Will it bear a flower? Will the flower develop into a fruit? What kind of fruit it might be? Yet before you should have asked those questions, are you sure that the seed you’d sown would actually grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I can reach the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Pull one down for you,&lt;br /&gt;Shine it on my heart&lt;br /&gt;So you could see the truth:&lt;br /&gt;That this love I have inside&lt;br /&gt;Is everything it seems.&lt;br /&gt;— Eric Clapton, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’re certain with your feelings, make sure as well that you invest also in the motivational and cognitive facets of your love. Knowing whom to love is not enough; knowing why and how long you’ll love somebody is imperative as well. There should be the sense of passion, hence commitment, aside from the overwhelming intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, any shortfall in any of these requirements might lead to a love quandary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I know I misbehaved&lt;br /&gt;And you made your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And we both got room left to grow&lt;br /&gt;And though love sometimes hurts&lt;br /&gt;I still put you first&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll make this thing work&lt;br /&gt;But I think we should take it slow&lt;br /&gt;— John Legend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ordinary People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love needs to mature, just as every seed do. It should be nurtured, supplied by its rudimentary provisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a give-and-take relationship. It is always a two-way process. It shall never be a one-way function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why some cases of ‘love’ don’t last long enough is because it is simply not participated by both parties. May it be just a liking, an infatuation, empty love, romantic love, companionate love, or fatuous love, these patterns of love actually happen because only one party is experiencing any of the three elements of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t say that an infatuated person would be forever in love with another infatuated person; nor you can’t find a couple in a harmonious relationship who are just committed to each other, experiencing empty love forever; nor people who just like each other and stay together for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is in a romantic, companionate, or fatuous relationship won’t stay together for a long period of time either. Spontaneously, time would judge their love until the instance that suddenly the love they had treasured for quite some time is gone already. As a consequence, love, eventually, dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accordingly, it may be construed that this might by the reason why certain love doesn’t last long, hence, why break ups occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've learned that love's not possession&lt;br /&gt;And I've learned that love won't wait&lt;br /&gt;Now I've learned that love needs expression&lt;br /&gt;But I learned too late&lt;br /&gt;— Michael Jackson, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She’s Out of My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’re not attached to each other anymore, you’ll soon realize the absurdity of life. And just as what a friend of mine asked in an email a couple of weeks ago, “Why is it that the people we love, are often, the ones who hurt us?” “We trust and we’re betrayed; we care or love, but we’re abused or taken for granted,” he added. He even pointed out that love should be returned by love, perse, but at least, “if not love itself, love should be rewarded with kindness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe he’s right. After all, and just as how Levine said it: “love is the only rational act.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the start&lt;br /&gt;— Coldplay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scientist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the end of a relationship is not the same as the end of the world. Am I getting a point here, or am I just exaggerating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist is that sometimes, we seem to be over reacting on the things that had happened to us, to our lives. We are pressuring ourselves to give in into a relationship that actually doesn’t give us any assurance. How long will it last? Will your love be paid back also by love, or even just by kindness, as mentioned earlier? You’re certainly risking a part of your life —and that’s just a part of your life. Hence, if you’ll look into the bigger picture, there are still other facets of your life that needs your attention. There are more relevant things that you need to spend your time with, rather than contemplating and scrutinizing and blaming yourself of what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound hypocritical on this part, though, this, I think, should be how we should perceive love. The end of a relationship is not, and will never be, equitable to the end of our lives. After all, love is the only rational act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my eyes you do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Although you never asked me to&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;And what life put you through&lt;br /&gt;And in this cruel and lonely world&lt;br /&gt;I found one love&lt;br /&gt;You’re still you&lt;br /&gt;After all, you’re still you&lt;br /&gt;— Josh Groban, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re Still You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the most profound love for me is simply the love that is liberating. It’s merely letting go of someone else that you truly love. It’s the ultimate sacrifice a person could do to the one he loves. Let’s admit it, it’s easier to fall in love with somebody than breaking out of that love and letting that person go. Indeed, the art of letting go is remarkably harder to realize than the art of loving. After all, love is the only rational act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jamás sentí en el alma tanto amor (I never felt so much love in my soul)&lt;br /&gt;Y nadie mas que tú, me amó (And no one but you loved me)&lt;br /&gt;Por ti reí y lloré, renací también (Because of you I laughed and cried, I was reborn also)&lt;br /&gt;— Josh Groban, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aléjate (Go Away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it take me a long time to reflect on this matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t know the answer. It’s just that, love, in reality, kills me —even at this very moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pano mapipigil ang isang damdamin&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang sinisigaw&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang lahat sa akin&lt;br /&gt;At kung hindi ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Ang panahon, upang ikaw ay mahalin&lt;br /&gt;Bukas na walang hanggan&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y maghihintay parin&lt;br /&gt;— Martin Nievera, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikaw Ang Lahat Sa Akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;This essay was written in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 20, 2005&lt;/span&gt; as a reflection paper for the course &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDFD 100&lt;/span&gt; (Developmental Psychology).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/feeds/4412296549294634638/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-its-killing-me.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4412296549294634638" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590172924749202514/posts/default/4412296549294634638" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://dontwishimyourguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-its-killing-me.html" rel="alternate" title="Love: It's Killing Me" type="text/html"/><author><name>urbanguru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685713199314031960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUO7ny7It51xgkcG2DPreTql056HccaIaMLE5wr1CJsQi8t-uzEQARTP0lK-E3_h8A0-XBQJ8pdXFfmiGAF80G7bxqVzXRjGbhFGxbqiGsLbmdR3ZncruWDOoBdcfAA/s220/19380_229091373649_578113649_3195496_3490313_n.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>