<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656</id><updated>2012-01-28T18:43:26.510-08:00</updated><category term='sheldon'/><category term='outrageous'/><category term='danger of beauty'/><category term='lathalain'/><category term='cheap'/><category term='new'/><category term='charlene abiog'/><category term='no'/><category term='Noli Me Tangere'/><category term='girls'/><category term='shrek'/><category term='classes'/><category term='youth'/><category term='shop'/><category term='the'/><category term='maturity'/><category term='earning'/><category term='salvation'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='Ultras Kaya'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='Imortal'/><category term='reality'/><category term='weeping'/><category term='cosplay'/><category term='government'/><category term='university of the philippines'/><category term='brewrats'/><category term='faith'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Bb. 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaya FC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilipinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultras Kaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futbol'/><title type='text'>The 12th Man</title><content type='html'>This week, I have encountered all the gamut of life a person my encounter within his whole existence. I was stuck in a certain problem wherein my decision will define my future; I got knocked down by a single statement which pretty much jeopardized my whole demeanor; and, I let go of something I had held on for quite a long time right now. I was doomed, for sure, but thank God I had the opportunity to let out my inner frustrations through cheering for me beloved &lt;a href="http://kayafc.com/"&gt;Kaya FC&lt;/a&gt; with my new family, the &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ultras_kaya"&gt;Ultras Kaya.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all honesty, I wasn't really planning to join the Utras Kaya in their fan page, but me and my sister had some sort of miscommunication: she asked me to like the Ultras' fan page but I joined the group instead (Conyo problem?) Lucky me, they accepted my request and welcomed me with open arms, and so I realized that maybe, it was my destiny (boy that sounds so cheezy). I started off as a vagabond; I wonder what shall I say, when shall I say some things; how shall I act and plenty other more shenanigans, but as time goes by, I became more and more comfortable, and yesterday was the official date when I broke my walls off and put my guard down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our meeting place was at Mcdo Harrison Plaza in front of thenRizal Memorial Stadium. We arrived there two hours earlier so we can patch up things before we set off to the stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oC43yonaMQ/TxI9zb5jUyI/AAAAAAAAAjM/8asQ42sl_9A/s1600/SAM_2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oC43yonaMQ/TxI9zb5jUyI/AAAAAAAAAjM/8asQ42sl_9A/s400/SAM_2300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697684432448869154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuya Paulo holding the first of the four flags of Ultras and Kuya Melvyn asking what food we want (yes! free lunch for us!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cfyly5N4UBA/TxI-7NMBH8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/D4jRkG5XVds/s1600/SAM_2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cfyly5N4UBA/TxI-7NMBH8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/D4jRkG5XVds/s400/SAM_2301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697685665450368962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A box of freebies from Mam Dhen. (Shirts and ballers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iQWY-JkpXQ/TxI_WpIBTBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/OiH2xx_IyAs/s1600/SAM_2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iQWY-JkpXQ/TxI_WpIBTBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/OiH2xx_IyAs/s400/SAM_2302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697686136806263826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The men behind our vigorous chants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vpw_bamO1I4/TxI_rmYyLDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/aS_7FlfyIa4/s1600/SAM_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vpw_bamO1I4/TxI_rmYyLDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/aS_7FlfyIa4/s400/SAM_2304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697686496848522290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our bunso Shane Clemente. He's the boy behind the great Nate Burkey song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dq35I4r-F1A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hULo-qOHDM0/TxJBPOIXvqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/p4b6nFnCq2M/s1600/SAM_2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hULo-qOHDM0/TxJBPOIXvqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/p4b6nFnCq2M/s400/SAM_2322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697688208324148898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mH1pXx4VUYA/TxJBBYFctfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/21JczEmfGME/s1600/SAM_2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mH1pXx4VUYA/TxJBBYFctfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/21JczEmfGME/s400/SAM_2341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697687970478077426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17dW40GUHWg/TxJAyInWMlI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Q1__BxeO9ps/s1600/SAM_2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17dW40GUHWg/TxJAyInWMlI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Q1__BxeO9ps/s400/SAM_2305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697687708627251794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little drummer boys!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4niwjeWA0I/TxJB0Yx0KoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FNUKwbi-4xc/s1600/SAM_2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4niwjeWA0I/TxJB0Yx0KoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FNUKwbi-4xc/s400/SAM_2314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697688846837492354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg1E-JBAPsU/TxJByid9YWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/htZO0LcBFEM/s1600/SAM_2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg1E-JBAPsU/TxJByid9YWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/htZO0LcBFEM/s400/SAM_2315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697688815078826338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwdGGWLzZ9Y/TxJByYng3qI/AAAAAAAAAks/YIXaAeB35T4/s1600/SAM_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwdGGWLzZ9Y/TxJByYng3qI/AAAAAAAAAks/YIXaAeB35T4/s400/SAM_2306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697688812434546338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Kuya Paulo's duty to guide (and tame) the kids. See how the unity goes? *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_Yp3z9TT2k/TxJC3ercESI/AAAAAAAAAls/NFZliFuUn7w/s1600/SAM_2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_Yp3z9TT2k/TxJC3ercESI/AAAAAAAAAls/NFZliFuUn7w/s400/SAM_2313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697689999472595234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Agi_UPWcD0/TxJC17wNjwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/PbIK-DD6Sbg/s1600/SAM_2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Agi_UPWcD0/TxJC17wNjwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/PbIK-DD6Sbg/s400/SAM_2311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697689972917505794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QKLZmGOJqOs/TxJC1rrhH6I/AAAAAAAAAlU/kabwZg3VgTk/s1600/SAM_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QKLZmGOJqOs/TxJC1rrhH6I/AAAAAAAAAlU/kabwZg3VgTk/s400/SAM_2310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697689968602849186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, unlike other fanclubs, we got leaders, coz' we're taking this thing seriously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUALzBI-5Bg/TxJDgJmt9MI/AAAAAAAAAmE/7Bn4DtwG9e8/s1600/SAM_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUALzBI-5Bg/TxJDgJmt9MI/AAAAAAAAAmE/7Bn4DtwG9e8/s400/SAM_2327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697690698190288066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dh6RtW9a6q4/TxJDf6eqk3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/yKZmLKImbuU/s1600/SAM_2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dh6RtW9a6q4/TxJDf6eqk3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/yKZmLKImbuU/s400/SAM_2323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697690694129980274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir Markus and &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/jj7gehj"&gt;Gehj&lt;/a&gt; flaring the flags of KayaFC.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got the chance of waving the flag for KAYAFC, and I never stopped moving it with the wind. I was just so amazed how I didn't passed out because of exhaustion since the last time I took care of a color, I tumbled down the halls of our school. Hahaha. Maybe it was the love for the team that kept me moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aah51x3sxXc/TxJFIiiQ84I/AAAAAAAAAmg/GUuZhrA774U/s1600/SAM_2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aah51x3sxXc/TxJFIiiQ84I/AAAAAAAAAmg/GUuZhrA774U/s400/SAM_2318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697692491588891522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LHyW1_oRBo/TxJFIe9KjnI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6Let_h84ieE/s1600/SAM_2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LHyW1_oRBo/TxJFIe9KjnI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6Let_h84ieE/s400/SAM_2317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697692490627976818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our beloved team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDHHdb89OgA/TxJGLuk7yzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/8RwTxjDL004/s1600/SAM_2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDHHdb89OgA/TxJGLuk7yzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/8RwTxjDL004/s400/SAM_2344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697693645872548658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cChBZ2RrEc/TxJGLxCy89I/AAAAAAAAAm4/9oPApxSeTV4/s1600/SAM_2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cChBZ2RrEc/TxJGLxCy89I/AAAAAAAAAm4/9oPApxSeTV4/s400/SAM_2348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697693646534669266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The game proper. It ended 0-1 in favor of KAYAFC with Eric Dagroh's goal during the first half. And yes, we went wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpI2-qR9XTQ/TxJHKDG6B3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/mKJPpezc6V0/s1600/SAM_2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpI2-qR9XTQ/TxJHKDG6B3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/mKJPpezc6V0/s400/SAM_2309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697694716535637874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oahbhL_BUaA/TxJHJ-CvFfI/AAAAAAAAAnY/bIdYL_tGzKs/s1600/SAM_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oahbhL_BUaA/TxJHJ-CvFfI/AAAAAAAAAnY/bIdYL_tGzKs/s400/SAM_2335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697694715175966194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ovdXP0_III/TxJHIVU1CtI/AAAAAAAAAnM/eE4IXZMSsMs/s1600/SAM_2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ovdXP0_III/TxJHIVU1CtI/AAAAAAAAAnM/eE4IXZMSsMs/s400/SAM_2332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697694687066131154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrdiY3g9Md8/TxJHIBsGhUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1K0l7V15yPU/s1600/SAM_2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrdiY3g9Md8/TxJHIBsGhUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1K0l7V15yPU/s400/SAM_2330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697694681795036482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kaya, we are family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omhZ8VRTchs/TxJHrLFhPOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/k73ULsQy-qQ/s1600/SAM_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omhZ8VRTchs/TxJHrLFhPOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/k73ULsQy-qQ/s400/SAM_2340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697695285612985570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The silent supporters. How I wish they'll join us. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tcKar2bdl_I/TxJJbrUVWwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/i8UQWdYh6z4/s1600/AjGqRhmCEAAyAb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tcKar2bdl_I/TxJJbrUVWwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/i8UQWdYh6z4/s400/AjGqRhmCEAAyAb0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697697218410404610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of us courtesy of the Captain himself, Aly Borromeo. See &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/alybor11/status/158094679982870528/photo/1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the pictures have proved you guys that there are more than what you see in the pitch itself. As I have written awhile ago, in KAYA we are family, and I myself can stand and testify for it. If you're one of those fans who will prefer sitting on the bleachers and whisper your cheers, I suggest you move out of your box as soon as possible. I've been there once, and it was just now when I realized that I missed so much by letting my nerves get into my way. So stand up and cry your hearts out too, we are still in need of more voices and ideas :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a part of the family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KayaFC Website: &lt;a href="http://kayafc.com/"&gt;http://kayafc.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KayaFC Twitter: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/KAYAFC"&gt;http://twitter.com/KAYAFC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultras Kaya Fanpage: &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ultras-Kaya/174611515968441"&gt;Ultras Kaya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultras Kaya Twitter: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ultras_Kaya"&gt;http://twitter.com/Ultras_Kaya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-5062629552049934697?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5062629552049934697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2012/01/12th-men.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/5062629552049934697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/5062629552049934697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2012/01/12th-men.html' title='The 12th Man'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oC43yonaMQ/TxI9zb5jUyI/AAAAAAAAAjM/8asQ42sl_9A/s72-c/SAM_2300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-7571657219832833749</id><published>2012-01-08T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:45:41.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quirino Grandstand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Nazarene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procession of the'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazareno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itim na'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiapos Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pista ng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Feast of the'/><title type='text'>Fighting Maroons: Feast of the Black Nazarene</title><content type='html'>It is the only day of the year when Converse and Skechers seems to be invaluable; and Maroon, a very rare color to wear in this kind of tropical country especially during the mid noon, has been painting the town red. The borderline between natural hobos and licensed professionals have come invisible and nonexistent, and every people has been no one but a simple devoter. The great feast that will make the normal lives of all the Filipinos in idle: The Feast of the Black Nazarene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qWQYyIUmwE/TwqNrs850zI/AAAAAAAAAgA/C50ciUoWSRQ/s1600/SAM_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qWQYyIUmwE/TwqNrs850zI/AAAAAAAAAgA/C50ciUoWSRQ/s400/SAM_2173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695520460703912754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Replica of the Black Nazarene (From a certain district of Tondo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The statue of the Black Nazarene was brought to the Philippines by a Spanish priest during 1607 through a ship. However, the ship was set on fire along its way causing the image to look burnt and damaged, but the Filipinos way back the Spanish regime have decided to preserve the image and honor it. Since then, as they quoted, the Nazarene had not failed to produce miraculous deeds among the people who believed on it, and because of the growing number of devotees, they decided to make an annual feast for the Nazarene through a procession that revolves around the major streets of Quiapo and Manila, commonly known as the &lt;i&gt;Minor Hios de Nazareno Basilica.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRvTkZcgF4w/TwqRlo-dmSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5mL1gand7MU/s1600/SAM_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xRvTkZcgF4w/TwqRlo-dmSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5mL1gand7MU/s400/SAM_2167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695524754604005666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The procession began at the Quirino Grandstand and will end at the Quiapo church, which is the home of the Black Nazarene (since it is where it normally lies). Of course, I didn't go to the major points of the procession, since we had our classes (still!) during the morning and obviously, it is really dangerous for a student like me. But still, I went to the streets where the Black Nazarene will pass while making its way to the Quiapo church.  I managed to take some pictures of the devotees which were waiting for the Nazarene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finance Road (Beside the National Museum):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhuBC-k6Rb0/TwqX4-YID0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DqcXJi5ftgY/s1600/SAM_2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhuBC-k6Rb0/TwqX4-YID0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/DqcXJi5ftgY/s400/SAM_2161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695531683836071746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X00Ahg6cAEo/TwqXpPS-Z3I/AAAAAAAAAgk/TRUBrbYNSdY/s1600/SAM_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X00Ahg6cAEo/TwqXpPS-Z3I/AAAAAAAAAgk/TRUBrbYNSdY/s400/SAM_2160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695531413499963250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBxcllykf5Q/TwqaTQWrhsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/iDVU9ATmCSA/s1600/SAM_2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBxcllykf5Q/TwqaTQWrhsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/iDVU9ATmCSA/s400/SAM_2164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695534334361700034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StaDFwd2dIk/TwqXVeCqJXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EdeeVTeV_M8/s1600/SAM_2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StaDFwd2dIk/TwqXVeCqJXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EdeeVTeV_M8/s400/SAM_2159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695531073860674930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people were very ecstatic at the mere sight of a camera. Wait, were they thinking that it was PBB's audition day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manila City Hall:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq2Y-2nemyM/TwqZD_sKaDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/hLRHBN8MD-M/s1600/SAM_2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq2Y-2nemyM/TwqZD_sKaDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/hLRHBN8MD-M/s400/SAM_2175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695532972678735922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b436D5eqm1M/TwqYwCPp5aI/AAAAAAAAAhI/C6KWkMaI0JM/s1600/SAM_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b436D5eqm1M/TwqYwCPp5aI/AAAAAAAAAhI/C6KWkMaI0JM/s400/SAM_2174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695532629767087522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Joo25Co3kvQ/TwqYechCnfI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5oUPisUBwXA/s1600/SAM_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Joo25Co3kvQ/TwqYechCnfI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5oUPisUBwXA/s400/SAM_2172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695532327581687282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My classmates explained to me that each district of Manila are oblige to make a replica of the Nazarene on which they will carry along with the real (well, still a replica of) Black Nazarene.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all honesty, the great frenzy of the people over the Nazarene has always been a mystery to me. I do believe in God, and in fact, I grew up with idols that represent Him and Christ, but something within me would just rather pray to what is unseen than to put my life on edge to honor something that is seen, yet is still man-made. Some Catholics, as I have asked, said that they do not worship the Nazarene and the other idols, they just use it as a sort of representation to keep their faith stronger. That actually, didn't answered the troubles I have in mind, but rather open another pond of questions: &lt;i&gt;"What if these idols will suddenly disappear? Will they backslide to the point that they will forget what they believed in?", "Do they have some certain limits to assure that they won't just worship that dressed, piece of wood" &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;"Do they really know what they are honoring all along?". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These wanderings are still unsolved, and I doubt it would be sooner or later, but one thing is for sure, they are all deranged towards that statue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Early Birds:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaEW-ANskjg/TwqcCOZmJnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/04Xy7weV1uE/s1600/SAM_2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaEW-ANskjg/TwqcCOZmJnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/04Xy7weV1uE/s400/SAM_2113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695536240802539122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtTb-XpZyj4/TwqbauNIhRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GF5hEF0Q4rE/s1600/SAM_2116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtTb-XpZyj4/TwqbauNIhRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GF5hEF0Q4rE/s400/SAM_2116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695535562145432850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is 6 am in the morning, and I have seen this lady passing by the street of Pedro Gil, she looked exhausted that time, I can reckon she starte walking (bare-footed) from a long distance already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Common Ground- Dirty Feet: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5eQo7V1_OhA/Twqci-vKAoI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4FvgM5_ASeE/s1600/SAM_2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5eQo7V1_OhA/Twqci-vKAoI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4FvgM5_ASeE/s400/SAM_2165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695536803533685378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFCR4ZaGECQ/TwqcxDu_spI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2xnmwtWY53Y/s1600/SAM_2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFCR4ZaGECQ/TwqcxDu_spI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2xnmwtWY53Y/s400/SAM_2166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695537045393355410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;This day was not just filled with soaring faith, but it was also teeming with "ironic" moments in the middle of people's devotion:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Money-makers in the middle of their "devotion":&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdR5ZEJ3hHc/TwqdYM5ANyI/AAAAAAAAAic/a2Z18thbcwo/s1600/SAM_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdR5ZEJ3hHc/TwqdYM5ANyI/AAAAAAAAAic/a2Z18thbcwo/s400/SAM_2162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695537717866149666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uncontrolled Vices:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWQuZ_WSry0/TwqeMqv2mpI/AAAAAAAAAio/DfNxy-0xLBg/s1600/SAM_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWQuZ_WSry0/TwqeMqv2mpI/AAAAAAAAAio/DfNxy-0xLBg/s400/SAM_2163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695538619234032274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really didn't mean to take a photo of this guy who seemed to be overwhelming with thirst for the Nazarene... and for a cigarette as well. It just amazed me, or better yet it kind of scared me, that people are risking their lives for this form of devotion with the thought that they will be saved because of their sacrifice, yet they can never hold the urge of this kind of evil stuff even just for a day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Water for the needy: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dK6-fC4gNmw/TwqfMOM-rlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EVwa2PuVg0A/s1600/SAM_2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dK6-fC4gNmw/TwqfMOM-rlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EVwa2PuVg0A/s400/SAM_2176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695539711083195986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Manila City Hall had opened their "windows" for the needy and the thirsty. Actually, they also call this as a form of devotion since they are still &lt;i&gt;sacrificing something&lt;/i&gt; as they say. I also heard on the news that some people who can't manage to join the procession will just stay on their home and will prepare food for those who were exhausted because of their long journey.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say that this is a very memorable experience to me, since it was my first time to see this kind of tradition. But even though I was embezzled, my belief would never be shaken by anything: &lt;b&gt;Prayers and having a save-worth life are always better than any form of devotion. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and yes, my companions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pa-wkbVD8_Q/TwqgtO6MnxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Skjv6yvdu5M/s1600/SAM_2171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pa-wkbVD8_Q/TwqgtO6MnxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Skjv6yvdu5M/s400/SAM_2171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695541377720164114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-7571657219832833749?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7571657219832833749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2012/01/fighting-maroons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7571657219832833749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7571657219832833749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2012/01/fighting-maroons.html' title='Fighting Maroons: Feast of the Black Nazarene'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qWQYyIUmwE/TwqNrs850zI/AAAAAAAAAgA/C50ciUoWSRQ/s72-c/SAM_2173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8223088657882379885</id><published>2011-12-03T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T02:35:06.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Alice in Cyberland (Wonderland)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aVLTK_yqk_w/Ttnq3awXohI/AAAAAAAAAf0/FE8LeqZeqw0/s1600/tumblr_llcmcgVsbV1qauvobo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aVLTK_yqk_w/Ttnq3awXohI/AAAAAAAAAf0/FE8LeqZeqw0/s400/tumblr_llcmcgVsbV1qauvobo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681830642700493330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird bruise in my wrist, and if you're reading this blogpost, you probably have it too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty sure that even once, or most probably most of the time, you have experienced being misunderstood by everyone. Maybe, I guess, that some people sucks that much to think that everyone should act the way they does, which is normal, which means its very boring. If we are going to wear the same shirts at the same time, would it be really outrageous? Same goes with our personalities, if I act the way all of you do, would it really be exciting? I am very sure it won't, and it will never be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why, us, the strange ones as they say, have made our own world, where everyone is accepted, where every craziness is cool, where everything is nothing but fantasy. Thus, the Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;The internet is the only place where being different is cool, or more over, where being different is necessary. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Le' strange.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is the only place where I was able to meet some people who share the same shits as I do, the same likes, the same favorite stuffs, the same opinions and whatsoever. It is the only place wherein I can shameless show what I am truly made of, no pretensions, no lies, just pure craziness. I have tried declaring it to the real world, but as I expected, I received countless of criticisms and even an advice to see the psychiatrist. &lt;div&gt;Strange things are also the subject to popularity, just like what happened to Domo Kun and the Meme guys, they're weird, but that what makes them all special and endearing. Not like in the plain streets where flowing in the trend is needed, and going out of it is just completely unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, it is only here where I am able to realize that being pretty is not everything, it is more of what it is in your brains, not what you have on the face. Because in the real world, beauty rules, and what I mean by that is the empty one, the things you only see with your bare stupid eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bulli-fied.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays, being bullied doesn't mean being pushed in a trash can or being locked in your own locker, I may say that bullying come in bits and pieces now, wherein they tear you piece by piece, until you're seeing yourself entirely prejudiced. In this world wherein absurdity is needed to crack jokes better (blame Vice Ganda, I guess) demoralizing statements seems to be normal. I myself is guilty on this, I sometimes disparage people, but I don't have it as a hobby, unlike other people who would do it as if it makes them cooler. The internet is the only door for the bullied people to get their self again, because it serves as their grief box, and their blog is their hired assassin. And most especially, mystified people are the ones being patronized in here, which rolls the ball in favor of the underdogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being the star.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every people loves being the talk of the town, and in here, it is easier to happen. You can even mingle and access the life of the real stars, to the point as if you go partying with them every fridays. It boosts everyone's ego, and it makes us believe that being like them is not entirely impossible, you just have to have some red lipstick, nice shoes and a mind full of bright stuffs and you're ready to go, contrary to what happens in the real world where most of us, should rather stay behind the curtains and sweep the dust from the dirty attitudes of the popular ones, or be ready to eat some raw tomatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Booming pockets.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, have I not said it? You can actually earn bucks with doing what you can and what you love :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in stress now. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/RheaGulin"&gt;@RheaGulin&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://poppypumpkin.tumblr.com"&gt;poppypumpkin.tumblr&lt;/a&gt; /&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/defineoutrageous"&gt;yotube.com/defineoutrageous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8223088657882379885?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8223088657882379885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/12/alice-in-cyberland-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8223088657882379885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8223088657882379885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/12/alice-in-cyberland-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Cyberland (Wonderland)'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aVLTK_yqk_w/Ttnq3awXohI/AAAAAAAAAf0/FE8LeqZeqw0/s72-c/tumblr_llcmcgVsbV1qauvobo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-3366700003426511816</id><published>2011-11-26T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T19:07:41.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gutom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>GUTOM (a short documentary about Philippine hunger)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y8k1eLvjX6w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My first ever documentary! I know, I know, it' so amateur. It was my final project for SS01- Economics and I got the the of 90! I was happy though I wasn't the highest, but I knew that I did my best :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Subscribe to my Youtube Channel: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/defineoutrageous"&gt;defineoutrageous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Credits goes to the rightful owners of the pictures, and Windows Movie Maker. hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-3366700003426511816?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3366700003426511816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/11/gutom-short-documentary-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/3366700003426511816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/3366700003426511816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/11/gutom-short-documentary-about.html' title='GUTOM (a short documentary about Philippine hunger)'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y8k1eLvjX6w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-7430111592057837580</id><published>2011-11-12T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:36:45.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cycle 17'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All- Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harvard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model'/><title type='text'>Everything Beautiful</title><content type='html'>This freak just made my day complete. I know, it would be my first time to post some kind of off topic for this blog, but since my Tumblr was hacked (so you guys better unfollow it) I decided to post all of my personal shenanigans here! Don't worry though, I would still be as poetic as I was before. &lt;i&gt;Ansaveh??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0Z77lTBBgQk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe that before making that video, she almost die out of nervousness because she said she is complete clueless on how she can manage to do a song and a music video. Define &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brilliance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyylizE5Z60/Tr9DyaqhVAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/v4aFyA9v48A/s1600/297378_262124480496615_200822829960114_686144_326038325_a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyylizE5Z60/Tr9DyaqhVAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/v4aFyA9v48A/s400/297378_262124480496615_200822829960114_686144_326038325_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674328588940301314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qaTftk6kZ9w/Tr9Df6GOq0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eaMVZl1HTZQ/s1600/allison12_michael_schwartz.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qaTftk6kZ9w/Tr9Df6GOq0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eaMVZl1HTZQ/s400/allison12_michael_schwartz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674328270960503618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKDqsd8L0OA/Tr9DPzizizI/AAAAAAAAAfE/zJraKvUXIV4/s1600/antm_allison07_keith_major.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKDqsd8L0OA/Tr9DPzizizI/AAAAAAAAAfE/zJraKvUXIV4/s400/antm_allison07_keith_major.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674327994323405618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Allison Harvard, like seriously, she's the most endearing girl I have ever known! She has her nerves, but she is surprisingly really good (no not just good, EXCEPTIONAL!) in the craft she do! She is also in to arts, especially photography and painting , in fact she was a professional artist before pursuing America's Next Top Model, so that makes me want her more. Oh my, sorry for being such a fangirl, I just can't contain myself anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was originally from Cycle 12, but unfortunately, she was only a runner-up to someone I meant to forgot. She really did well during that cycle, but she was once call non- versatile because she lacked lust on one of their sexy shoots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing she was called back for America's Next Top Model Cycle 17 All- Stars! She's doing better than ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she will not win this cycle, I swear: I'll fly to America and kill the judges. Not kidding, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny yet very lovable fact about Allison: (credits to &lt;a href="http://antm411.wordpress.com/"&gt;ANTM411&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In late 2005, Allison gained notoriety as an internet meme on 4chan, where she became known as “Creepy-chan” due to her ghostly digital photos of herself in heavy eyeliner and broken-baby doll outfits and poses, as well as her fascination with nosebleeds. When cheerier images later surfaced, her moniker was updated to “Cute Chan.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I am really captivated with her bulging eyes and her weirdness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allisonelizabeth.com/"&gt;Allison's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://allisonelisabeta.tumblr.com/"&gt;Allison's Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/alliharvard"&gt;Allison's Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/eluelizabeth"&gt;Allison's Shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/RheaGulin"&gt;My Twitter (LOL)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Off topic:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out for the latest America's Next Top Model Episode! Filipina beauty&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/iloveGEORGINA"&gt; Georgina Wilson&lt;/a&gt; and the famous Filipino clothing line &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/benchtm"&gt;Bench&lt;/a&gt; would be featured there! Monday at Etc 8-9 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8RR75WaUGk/Tr9IlInpaJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Z2w1LkAFtFs/s1600/300214_303313809698203_134792576550328_1117584_1942765935_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8RR75WaUGk/Tr9IlInpaJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Z2w1LkAFtFs/s400/300214_303313809698203_134792576550328_1117584_1942765935_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674333858316249234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-7430111592057837580?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7430111592057837580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/11/everything-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7430111592057837580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7430111592057837580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/11/everything-beautiful.html' title='Everything Beautiful'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0Z77lTBBgQk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-3770540938751119050</id><published>2011-10-25T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T02:44:49.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Open Buffet</title><content type='html'>The last time I have checked, I have been nagging about how Philippine television disgraced my whole patriotism, and as far as I can remember, it was almost five months ago, a figure of a hiatus not quite acceptable in the blogging- except if you're gonna share a heart warming, endearing and near-to-death experience to reason out why you have been away for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my case, I don't swag that way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, five months is long enough to scribble even the dirtiest drafts for you come back posts, but if you were in my position wherein you're flooded with school works, oral reports, close-to-doctorate-requirements, plus the fact that I travel almost three hours towards my school everyday, I guess the least thing you're gonna mind about is your online reputation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay? Sorry na nga lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Appetizer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College life has been a sort of an open buffet for me; wherein I have smudged into some great tastes, yet I have also devoured some bitter ones. The thing is, the latter can be avoided, it depends on how you handle the situations, and in my case, I can say that I have digested those unlikeable foods as far as you might imagine (in short, madali akong nakapag-adjust, di kasi ako nag inarte).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably, the great tastes I am talking about can be best described with the new people I have met. They haven't surpassed those who knew me deep within my bones, that was a certainty, but I know that somehow, they can slowly wipe out the emptiness in me, maybe not all, but surely a great load of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQj0e9fWoNM/Tqk1DxgXcmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-gP3Dqt0-Vg/s1600/263596_255028681180015_100000186550857_1279019_7548533_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQj0e9fWoNM/Tqk1DxgXcmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-gP3Dqt0-Vg/s400/263596_255028681180015_100000186550857_1279019_7548533_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668119944967451234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I-18 while waiting for our Psychology professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pscc-AXOKgg/Tqk011kJ0VI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-YmSYbCdX6Q/s1600/295838_238482882861786_100001002287616_655485_3386887_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pscc-AXOKgg/Tqk011kJ0VI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-YmSYbCdX6Q/s400/295838_238482882861786_100001002287616_655485_3386887_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668119705538908498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KAIBIGAN group- consist mainly of those tired of memorizing books, but happens to pass most of our exams. Epitome of luckiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Choosing the main course.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I haven't prepared enough myself yet to make sudden yet very big decisions in my life for past semester, yet I was bombarded with the fact that I really have to do so. My mind was set ever since that I will pursue English, or maybe Literature, but when the special program of Biology, came upon the scene, I was devastated- and even slightly mystified. The thing is I have passed the entrance exam of the department, and if I am to pursue unto the interview, I would never get the chance to try on English and Literature because the program will start next semester. So with that, I really had to make up my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I prayed off course, who wouldn't? It came up on me as a make or break situation wherein its either I'll go for my passion, or I will run towards the thing most people have been dying to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Guess what had been my deciding point? Tossed coin. More specifically, a prayed over tossed coin. Weird? No, it worked though. It landed on the passion thing, and I was damn relieved and contented with it. So in the end, I just confused myself, the tears and hardship I have gone through... was just a mere pebble in the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet dessert.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What I am going to rip in the end of all these things is still uncertain, but I guess I did fair enough to have at least a sweet chocolate. And off course, I am not even in the middle of this journey, but I am still expecting for the best of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the sweetest dessert that one can possibly give me, after all these kind of hardships I have been through (take note, first sem pa lang) would probably a live solution to my nostalgia. In short: &lt;b&gt;reunion sa dating tropa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULytZ5pNZfo/Tqk-zX1y-1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Yo3L0tVGEi4/s1600/185656_203028759709875_100000082574824_772824_845397_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULytZ5pNZfo/Tqk-zX1y-1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Yo3L0tVGEi4/s400/185656_203028759709875_100000082574824_772824_845397_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668130658316385106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-229_K4QUfGg/Tqk-mx7QWrI/AAAAAAAAAes/yikWn2yTqQ4/s1600/208146_216867521661121_100000136234316_1009568_7665957_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-229_K4QUfGg/Tqk-mx7QWrI/AAAAAAAAAes/yikWn2yTqQ4/s400/208146_216867521661121_100000136234316_1009568_7665957_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668130441980304050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Bloggers, sorry if this post sucks. I know it is really bad for me to post a rubbish thing since I have been gone for so long, but I am preparing something big, I am sure of that. I love y'all!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And my twitter and tumblr were hacked. Hope you can follow me again &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/RheaGulin"&gt;@RheaGulin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-3770540938751119050?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3770540938751119050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/10/open-buffet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/3770540938751119050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/3770540938751119050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/10/open-buffet.html' title='The Open Buffet'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQj0e9fWoNM/Tqk1DxgXcmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-gP3Dqt0-Vg/s72-c/263596_255028681180015_100000186550857_1279019_7548533_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-352535856971188814</id><published>2011-06-03T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:24:02.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mara Clara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABS-CBN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shameful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lipgloss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imortal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GMA'/><title type='text'>How TV Networks Almost Killed My Patriotism</title><content type='html'>Maybe, as of this moment, you all know that I am not a fan of Korean and other Asian dramas or movies because I really I don't understand the point of exerting additional efforts just to understand their different language and especially, their vague presentations of fantasies plotted to happen in real life. I honestly think, that these kinds of tv series are the primary suspects on why today's generations are very inclined to teenage love, well next to Disney fairy tales of course. Sorry guys and girl, I guess you all shall wake up that it is quite impossible that a boy would suddenly fall for a girl in spite of the very chaotic situation they are in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And so with this, I prefer watching local dramas, on which I guess, one of the biggest mistakes I have ever did. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always loved the fact that I am a Filipino, and I would be very confident to take an oath that I have never dreamed of changing my nationality. Even though there are many issues to be ashamed of in this country, there are still good things that are far greater to talk about. But then, it is very incroyable on how some Pinoy dramas left me hanging with the statement: &lt;i&gt;Oh Great. Shame on you Pearl of the Orient.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKrfsl7LHaI/Teij_bzz3DI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qFG8R-dFXcM/s1600/imortal_1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKrfsl7LHaI/Teij_bzz3DI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qFG8R-dFXcM/s400/imortal_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613917245709474866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imortal. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Even before it had started, I was quite embarrassed on how they copied almost 50% of Twilight's concept, except that the two freaks have fallen in love with each other, which left the mortals completely off the story. But who can blame them on doing so? Many people have been fascinated with vampires and werewolves and the love in between. I gave it a try, since I found it nice how they made the story as a sequel of Lobo, wherein the lead role, Lia Ortega, happened to be the daughter of the werewolf Lyka and the soldier Noah Ortega. Matteo, on the other hand, was the only vampire who was conceived through a mortal mother, thus making him different and stronger than anyone of his kind. Needless to say, to add a spice on their lovestory, they happened to be destined to kill each other to protect their kins. But at the later part of the story, they realized that the prophecy was misunderstood, so that means a sort of &lt;b&gt;an extreme stupidity caused the whole war between them, wow, very artistic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I like how it ended up that the ultimate monster was not their child, it was Matteo's foster brother and Lia's stalker, Lucas, who was a &lt;i&gt;skipped werewolf &lt;/i&gt;(tinalunang lobo daw 'eh!) was bitten by a vampire, and a crossbreeding happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really expected that Lia and Matteo's daughter would be the one to defeat Lucas, I actually thought that the role will be played by Jesse Mendiola. But then again,things fell completely trashy: the main fight happened between the three of them, and where? On an abandoned warehouse, just like FPJ's times, with matching fires and explosions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fM1VsXjLDgM/Teioxu7IJwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Dv3AUzKAllw/s1600/MaraClara-poster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fM1VsXjLDgM/Teioxu7IJwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Dv3AUzKAllw/s400/MaraClara-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613922507880408834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mara Clara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABS-CBN did a very great job on picking celebrities to fill out the roles for the remake of the hit tv series Mara Clara. Especially Julia Montes, the one who plays Clara, she is the very first Pinay celebrity that almost made me cry. The way the story flowed was also good, since it didn't stick to the old plot where everything happens just between Mara and Clara, and all you will see would be endless slaps and pulling of hairs without any further reasons. The way they showed family connection between each and every character in the story was swell too and the lines were also delivered well with the right timing.&lt;div&gt;And so, I really don't get it why on Earth have they not formulated a very good ending! The scene when Clara didn't left Gary (her biological father, main antagonist) in the house where they hid Alvira and Mara, and even urged Gary to pretend he would shoot her if the cops will arrest him, had actually touched my heart so badly. I really thought that Gary would be shot by the snipper because he would block it for Clara, but then I was wrong, the snipper just missed him, so another ultimate stupidity came in the story. And now, according to the teasers, the story would end up again on an abandoned building. I guess ABS really has a heart for old, abandoned places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-the_S5mzlnw/Teisx1krmbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WXLaEgk33tY/s1600/1hcw06.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-the_S5mzlnw/Teisx1krmbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WXLaEgk33tY/s400/1hcw06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613926907711822258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LipGloss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I really really love Saab Magalona, I researched all her tv shows and guesting, and I am very ecstatic to now that she had a tv show on TV5, the so-called Lipgloss. I didn't hesitate to researched about it and made up my mind that I would download the whole series online if possible. I watched its first episode on youtube, and I was welcomed with a very bad ambiance What-the-F*ck-is-this. It had the same opening style as Gossip Girl, it showed a site where the conspiracies and gossips about the famous and richest kids on the blocks were posted. I still continued watching, and realized it had the same freaking story as Gossip Girl's season one! Where Serena had a secret affair with Nate who happened to be her best friend Blair's boyfriend! And that was how all the cat fights rooted from!&lt;div&gt;And you know it already. I stopped. And I actually laughed. I discovered a funded and aired parody of Gossip Girl in national television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey! I still love Saab! I know she's just being professional, so she played the role still. I love you forever Saab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJmqo6Tt64k/TeivtPLisAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/sLKeokgjEng/s1600/gma.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJmqo6Tt64k/TeivtPLisAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/sLKeokgjEng/s400/gma.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613930127221239810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I wouldn't review any GMA dramas because... I don't even bother watching them. I know that it would either make me laugh or make drool whenever their is a heart-breaking-moment-as-they-say-it-is. Oh, except if there is some Magalona boys there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-352535856971188814?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/352535856971188814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-tv-networks-almost-killed-my.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/352535856971188814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/352535856971188814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-tv-networks-almost-killed-my.html' title='How TV Networks Almost Killed My Patriotism'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKrfsl7LHaI/Teij_bzz3DI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qFG8R-dFXcM/s72-c/imortal_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-6712398510421631595</id><published>2011-05-30T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T01:01:16.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='through'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dollars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paid to click'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earning'/><title type='text'>Earn Money Online: The Real Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3CB3ySe2HFs/TeTWZ4lVkcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eySmjBsRKm4/s1600/dollars.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3CB3ySe2HFs/TeTWZ4lVkcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eySmjBsRKm4/s320/dollars.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612846775784542658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3CB3ySe2HFs/TeTWZ4lVkcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eySmjBsRKm4/s1600/dollars.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Admit it. We are all fascinated about the fact that we can earn money through our online influences and knowledge. There are tons of ways to make a living online, but honestly, I think that it is very rare to have a full time work in the internet, especially when you only have it as a hobby or a past time. But again, earning a buck or two through your everyday groove, which is surfing the net, would surely be adequately perfect. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just like the money making industries in reality, there are also risks you have to take while trying to earn money online. You might stumble upon a scam program, on which you would have to pay for nothing or pay to earn half of what you have deposited on their company; there are also other sites (or online employments) which will let you do the work they needed, and will suddenly disappear when they have all that what they have asked you and; the all time waiting in vain for pending approvals. As far as what I have experienced, it is impossible to earn big money online, except if you have been inclined with the internet since from the very beginning, which will mean you lots of experience and connections, or you're a stockholder of Google or Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bragging, but luckily, I have found some ways to legitimately earn online, and I would be delightful to share some tips and ways I have benefited from before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Venture your talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing is first- determine the thing you are absolutely good at. This could be either blogging, web designing, technical writing and plenty other more fields could do, as long as you are confident that you can do all the jobs under it perfectly. I prefer writing jobs, since I am very sure that I will be numb if I will take designing assignments because i really suck on visual arts. Bare in mind that while trying to earn money, you are also building a reputation, which may also be a factor in finding a good work in the internet. The quality of your work should always e first in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Be Wise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking risk is far different from being stupid. Don't be fooled about the easy-money campaign advertisements other online companies do to attract people, there are no such thing as easy-money except in the lottery. And also, if you find something suspicious in the site you are about to sign up for, try Googling about it first for some reviews and feedbacks. Speaking of Google, Google is a good pathway towards online money resources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Be Dedicated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself is guilty for this: I really work hard in finding ways to earn money online but once I get a legitimate opportunity, I will be lazy enough not to work. Just like in reality, all jobs require effort and perseverance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have an extreme amount of patience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extreme means to the highest level. Again, no easy money. You shall take time on learning how www works and how you can use it for your own good. You shall also build connection and a personal buzz around the internet, so other people might refer you to future employers or will give you other resource site since they think you deserve the luxury they are experiencing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Online Employment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for my experience, this is the best way to earn real money online. There are tons of online agencies, that is what I call them, that can easily connect you to employers or product assignments. The most famous of all would probably &lt;a href="http://odesk.com/"&gt;Odesk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://elance.com/"&gt;Elance&lt;/a&gt;. I have an account on both sites, but for me, Odesk is still better. Odesk has more opportunity than Elance since they are more known to the advertising and employment industry. For freelance writers like me, I can suggest you go and sign up for &lt;a href="http://essaywriters.net/"&gt;Essaywriters&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://freelance-writers.net/"&gt;Freelance-writers&lt;/a&gt;. Actually they are sister companies, and their procedures are exactly the same. You might have a hard being accepted, since they are very sensitive even on small details, but once you are in, you would have no thoughts of going out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Online Business&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from selling service, you can of course sell products too. As far as I believe,  Multiply has been the first cavern of online entrepreneurs, but as of now, because people are more flocked on facebook than other sites, it has been the first option for business men. &lt;a href="http://sulit.com.ph/"&gt;Sulit&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; are also have good reputations on being third parties for buyers and procedures. I myself want to sell some of my stuffs because I realize I have more books than clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Online stores have its pros and cons. Pros: Less worries and less hassle since your products would just stay in hour house or place and interested customers are just one message away; Cons: Bogus buyers, those who will let you send your product while they pay nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Blogging&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are currently reading this, then you may have a blog too. Other bloggers are very much familiar about earning money through blogging, but for newbies, I would gladly teach all of you how. First one is through advertisements like Google Adsense, &lt;a href="http://nuffnang.com.ph/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://https//chitika.com/publishers/?refid=rheiyapot"&gt;Chitika &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://bidvertiser.com/"&gt;Bidvertiser&lt;/a&gt;, on which I am currently working (or have worked) on. Second is through sponsored posts wherein you will blog about a certain company, product or website that aims to add buzz for them. The sites I am currently registered on are: &lt;a href="http://izea.in/rurg"&gt;SocialSpark&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sponsoredreviews.com/index.asp?PageAction=NewAccount&amp;amp;aid=82882"&gt;SponsoredReviews,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://blogsvertise.com/"&gt;Blogsvertise&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://payperpost.com/"&gt;PayPerPost&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://buyblogreviews.com/"&gt;Buyblogreviews&lt;/a&gt;. Other sites I am planning to register on: &lt;a href="http://reviewme.com/"&gt;ReviewMe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://loudlaunch.com/"&gt;LoudLaunch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://payu2blog.com/"&gt;PayU2Blog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://creamaid.com/"&gt;Creamaid&lt;/a&gt;. Third is by selling links in your blog. I am currently registered on &lt;a href="http://www.text-link-ads.com/"&gt;TextLinkAdds&lt;/a&gt; only, since I really don't think it can give me good compensation. &lt;i&gt;Some sites referred by sis &lt;a href="http://ilove-pink.info/"&gt;Nadine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Microjobs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call it microjobs since it can only give you little amount of money since you only do little jobs. If you do not have enough patience, then I suggest you go skip this paragraph. The most famous of all would probably be PTC sites, or Paid To Click sites. I am currently working on &lt;a href="http://www.neobux.com/?r=outrageouswrit"&gt;Neobux&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.neobux.com/?r=outrageouswrit"&gt;Clixsense&lt;/a&gt; because I think they are the most trusted ones. You can also be paid by posting and starting topics on forums like &lt;a href="http://mylot.com/"&gt;MyLot&lt;/a&gt; and plenty other more. If you use Twitter, you can also promote products or companies through your tweets by using &lt;a href="http://sponsoredtweets.com/"&gt;SponsoredTweets&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://churpchurp.com/"&gt;ChurpChurp &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Paypal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, this is last but not the least. Set up a fixed online method that you will use on your jobs and your payments. I personally use Paypal since it is very easy to use. But there are also some ways to cash out depending the job you are at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I have helped you by sharing my tips and personal experience. But as I conclude this article, I can strongly say that real jobs are far better than digital ones. But little pennies won't hurt right :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who are earning already, help others bloggers (and me haha) by adding more tips and advices! You can comment below :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-6712398510421631595?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6712398510421631595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/earn-money-online-real-deal.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6712398510421631595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6712398510421631595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/earn-money-online-real-deal.html' title='Earn Money Online: The Real Deal'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3CB3ySe2HFs/TeTWZ4lVkcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eySmjBsRKm4/s72-c/dollars.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-9174006217013809456</id><published>2011-05-27T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T06:10:43.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bayan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circumcision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>Not a Boy, Not Yet a Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="620" height="370" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/stHu3PhpIAU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It roots back from the Old Testament, and has been a dampening factor to a guy's comfort yet an auspicious topic to laugh about for the ladies. The practice has been standing the test of time and still never fails to diminish the angst of every man, well a soon to be man. The most dreadful surgery for every &lt;i&gt;birds- &lt;/i&gt;circumcision.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since me and my older sister don't have to face this kind of&lt;b&gt; legitimate curse&lt;/b&gt;, it is a very new thing for our family, to the point that it has been a part to our everyday conversation. Even though of course my father had gone past this, this instance is really different, because this ought to be done by my brother- &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;my only brother. &lt;/i&gt;Since he is the sole guy in our kin, we have gone really overprotective about him and needless to say, he is quite very spoiled. And we, especially my mother, can't even imagine him being circumcised, I can even imagine our facial expressions when that time comes, I bet we will all act like one of our family member is in coma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But what is circumcising anyway? And what are its use? Is it just a sort of a ritual or something?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, this ain't a sponsored post, and I am in fact slightly awkward on blogging about this, but I just think I have to, because again, as what I have wrote earlier, it has been a daily topic around our households.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Male circumcision&lt;/b&gt; is the surgical removal of some or all of the foreskin (prepuce) from the penis. The word "circumcision" comes from Latin circum (meaning "around") and cædere (meaning "to cut"). Early depictions of circumcision are found in cave paintings and Ancient Egyptian tombs, though some pictures are open to interpretation. Religious male circumcision is considered a commandment from God in Judaism. &lt;i&gt;- Wikipedia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here in the Philippines, especially in the rural areas the word &lt;i&gt;"pukpok" &lt;/i&gt;always comes along with the mere talk of circumcision. I really don't know what happens on that, but as far as I can see on the television, and on old comedy films, pukpok happens beside a river, a very mucky river perhaps, where the newly circumcised kids run straightly after the surgery. They also chew &lt;i&gt;guava&lt;/i&gt; leaves, and don't ask me why they do, I am absolutely sure chewing a leaf is not a very effective anesthesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The national government and other private associations also pushes Mass Circumcision or &lt;i&gt;Tuli ng Bayan &lt;/i&gt;during summer vacations, which is a very favorite topic for humorous broadcasters.  Honestly, I myself find it really funny how little boys weep and plead to their mothers and even run as fast as they could whenever it is their turn to have the major cut. But my brother, he sort of hides his face whenever he see something regarding circumcision, even the commercial of a famous instant noodles frightens him. There is even a time when I really scare him about it, and he went to our mother crying, I really thought it was nothing serious, but he sure was so scared to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as a conclusion, all I can say is I am very lucky to not be obliged to do this. But still, I wonder if my brother can take the pain, or much better, the fright of circumcision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You? Ever been cut? Hehe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-9174006217013809456?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/9174006217013809456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-boy-not-yet-man.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/9174006217013809456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/9174006217013809456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-boy-not-yet-man.html' title='Not a Boy, Not Yet a Man'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/stHu3PhpIAU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-5180908709805525657</id><published>2011-05-24T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:46:25.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedicabs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeepney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vehicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transportation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeepneys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedicab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>What You Should Have Been Riding Rather Than Your Porsche</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Meet the brotherhood of travelling pants. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a third world country like the Philippines, there is a certain belief that people who own personal cars are said to have children studying at private state universities or are stock holders of your favorite shampoo company. This mediocratic point of view is not really  very peculiar among Filipinos, unlike in other countries where having an own car, even hand me downs, is a necessity. Therefore, venturing a place with the use of public transportation is not really a reason for having eerie judgments from other people, and in fact the most effective way to avoid scrutinizing strangers. It is a typical thing for average people, but for first timers especially those who came from the upper side of society, it can be an unforgettable experience which is far way more exciting than bragging about your Porsche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ladies and gentlemen, an act of remembering the noble public vehicles that can bring us even to the darkest abyss within the Philippines  and can only be found in our quite very filthy country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obQ8S3l0Kng/Tdx708ThGYI/AAAAAAAAAck/L_QbizCOFkg/s1600/3242023816_7c000c5f9c_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obQ8S3l0Kng/Tdx708ThGYI/AAAAAAAAAck/L_QbizCOFkg/s400/3242023816_7c000c5f9c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610495385268197762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;For teenage students, it is one of the most ideal place where you can get to experience love at first sight since you can get to mingle with different people. Jeepney, is I guess the most popular public transportation all over the Philippines. It can bring you to different streets and you will get the chance to mingle with eight to twelve strangers for about five minutes or more, depending on the place you will go to. Unlike cabs which can bring you straight to where you want to go, each jeepney lines has their own unique routes on which can be most favorable if you will go on a public place. Jeepney fares starts from 8.00 pesos (7.00 pesos for students and senior citizens) and may increase based on the kilometers you'll be going to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PnfKxLzsBLc/Tdx_If3_BCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ZAPDezRrnQk/s1600/tricycle-calvintang.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PnfKxLzsBLc/Tdx_If3_BCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ZAPDezRrnQk/s400/tricycle-calvintang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610499019768792098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unlike those things you wrap around your tummy and shoulders that vibrates and melts your cellulites, tricycles' vibrations won't help you lose weight. Tricycle is a three wheeled vehicle that roams around the streets all over Philippines. It is ideal if you want to head straight to your destination rapidly since it is faster than Jeepneys. On the other hand, its fare is much likely to be higher than any public vehicles, because you will get to be its sole passenger, which means less tendency to get along with unlikeable people, except the driver of course. For elementary students, it is the most ideal form of school service because its is more affordable than school buses and most especially, for those schools that lies deep within narrow lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YpLm6mQaBSY/TdyCxLXCgII/AAAAAAAAAc0/WUSUtKnTMzg/s1600/PedicabTondo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YpLm6mQaBSY/TdyCxLXCgII/AAAAAAAAAc0/WUSUtKnTMzg/s400/PedicabTondo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610503017171419266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't rode a pedicab yet during Divisoria rush days, then I can strongly say you are missing a great adventure. It is a plain bicycle attached into a sidecar, where the passenger will sit&lt;i&gt; uncomfortably. &lt;/i&gt;It can go through hidden lanes and run in the middle of rushing buses and jeepneys, now that's exciting. Its fare is obviously the cheapest of all, since they are not affected with any oil price hikes. Recommended for marketers, but strongly discouraged for nurses in white uniforms.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdD616trpVw/TdyFOjbkF8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/mMdw1AYN-cc/s1600/080721-r10-roro.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdD616trpVw/TdyFOjbkF8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/mMdw1AYN-cc/s400/080721-r10-roro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610505720872310722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that is a public bus being downloaded from a ship. In here, it is called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Roro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; and it is just know that I have learned it stands for Roll on and Roll off. It is the most affordable way to travel on seas, and the Filipino's own rendition of cheap cruises. It is again, a good way to meet strangers, since the span of time you'll be travelling maybe for a day or two. It is a bit kooky for first timers, but I think that it is very practical for middle class people. I wonder if the love story of Jack and Rose can exist there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;These kinds of public transportation have built a certain legacy to our nation and have been a part of our culture for a very long time, and it is not bad if we will accolade with these things till the very end, as long as it suites our needs. Their wheels will never grow out of trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photos are courtesy of Google.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-5180908709805525657?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5180908709805525657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-you-should-have-been-riding-than.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/5180908709805525657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/5180908709805525657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-you-should-have-been-riding-than.html' title='What You Should Have Been Riding Rather Than Your Porsche'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obQ8S3l0Kng/Tdx708ThGYI/AAAAAAAAAck/L_QbizCOFkg/s72-c/3242023816_7c000c5f9c_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-1825323151863092347</id><published>2011-05-23T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:06:53.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Normal University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='168'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PNU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><title type='text'>Everything Fancy</title><content type='html'>Right at this very moment, I now formally declare myself as &lt;i&gt;NORMALLIAN, &lt;/i&gt;if that is what the Phillippine Normal University students are being called. hehe. I would be taking up Bachelor of Arts in English, and I can say I am pretty happy and contented with my choice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I faced all of the enrollment procedures alone because my mom was not allowed to go inside with me, since PNU has always been trying to teach their students, and upcoming students perhaps, on how to stand on their own. The over all procedure was very much organized, everyone was disciplined and there were no special treatments, and I do praise PNU for being that way. I have always been in love with old  stuffs such as old railway trains, houses, dolls, and even old country songs, and from the very first time I have stepped foot on PNU, it was like a dream come true for me because it manifests an antique yet modernized ambiance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fEWyc4slJg/TdpqMVHqoRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8stdOVQ7roQ/s1600/SAM_1223.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fEWyc4slJg/TdpqMVHqoRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8stdOVQ7roQ/s1600/SAM_1223.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fEWyc4slJg/TdpqMVHqoRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8stdOVQ7roQ/s400/SAM_1223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609913045903646994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's my schedule. I was not able to plan it on my own because they were the ones who did it, but I can say that they made it perfectly. Since my earliest subject would be on 10 A.M and the least would only be 7 p.m, I declined the option of going to a dormitory. Oh by the way, we only paid &lt;b&gt;1,965 pesos.&lt;/b&gt; Jealous much?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I would not take the chance of not going to the famous 168 Mall, a famous &lt;i&gt;mall-like-tianggean&lt;/i&gt; within Divisoria, and I would gladly share my voyage with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5XB0yQ9xoA/TdpsaL-W9RI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PowRqRrB-gc/s1600/azkals.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5XB0yQ9xoA/TdpsaL-W9RI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PowRqRrB-gc/s400/azkals.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609915482990114066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my sister found fake Azkals shirts for sale for only one hundred pesos each. We were shocked, since we knew that it can only be bought at American Boulevard, their official distributor. There are still other designs there, including international football leagues but, we failed to take pictures of those since the saleslady was bugging around us.&lt;br /&gt;It is kinda sad you know, how Filipinos say that they support The Azkals very much but then they are just using their stardom for their own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pera pera lang talaga. Wag nating tangkilikin, dahil hindi yan sariling atin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r6-phOJA_s/Tdps2b7ue9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/hPpTVdVn9uY/s1600/IMG0131A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r6-phOJA_s/Tdps2b7ue9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/hPpTVdVn9uY/s400/IMG0131A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609915968310377426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really thought that it is kind of a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gay shop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;since the mannequins (which I frustratingly forgot to photograph) was like men with bulky muscle with women's clothes. I was just my sister who explained to me that it was for plus sized women. Stupidity at its finest for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-pHzNd0i_w/Tdpuu-xm5QI/AAAAAAAAAbs/McconY07uME/s1600/IMG0133A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-pHzNd0i_w/Tdpuu-xm5QI/AAAAAAAAAbs/McconY07uME/s400/IMG0133A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609918039247480066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really don't know what the hell these eggs are but they are just so cute. I think it is a sort of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;grow-a-plant-on-an-egg&lt;/span&gt; thing. The saleslady was not able to answer what was it too, since it was also her first time selling this kind of stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The best finds!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhAGuAdLJVM/TdpwMWTU95I/AAAAAAAAAb0/nFCg5Az9q3U/s1600/SAM_1216.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhAGuAdLJVM/TdpwMWTU95I/AAAAAAAAAb0/nFCg5Az9q3U/s400/SAM_1216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609919643290761106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcUsSkVDA8s/TdpwjQGIm6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/XLFXPZK5CUM/s1600/SAM_1218.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcUsSkVDA8s/TdpwjQGIm6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/XLFXPZK5CUM/s400/SAM_1218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609920036761803682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got those four pairs of slippers for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;300 pesos&lt;/span&gt; only! It was on a sort of package, when you buy a pair of slippers for girls, you'll get a pair too for boys. Pretty much ideal for couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4dDsMLJ6mo/TdpxwqyQreI/AAAAAAAAAcE/qeJpE1vJkds/s1600/SAM_1222.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4dDsMLJ6mo/TdpxwqyQreI/AAAAAAAAAcE/qeJpE1vJkds/s400/SAM_1222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609921366776131042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;600 pesos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Trust me, it looks more fabulous in person! I have always loved baggy and large shirts because they are so comfortable and stylish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-324rpNpjENM/TdpzTfDfRQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Qdm7vS1tkIg/s1600/SAM_1225.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-324rpNpjENM/TdpzTfDfRQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Qdm7vS1tkIg/s400/SAM_1225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609923064434214146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGD7f698HOY/TdpzwIyNm4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/k62pDzvIWAA/s1600/SAM_1228.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGD7f698HOY/TdpzwIyNm4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/k62pDzvIWAA/s400/SAM_1228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609923556672379778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a growing grass head for &lt;b&gt;100 pesos! &lt;/b&gt;We found this beside the pink egg, and were very curious about it. It is a ball filled with fertile soil I guess. You have to put it in a container with water and when it sinks completely, you'll transfer it on the glass that was sold together with the ball (just like the one in the picture). There is a string down there, that will absorb the water on the glass towards the grass ball. Then after two to three days, grass will grow on its head like a hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3L3aTubEkuc/Tdp1SdI_7jI/AAAAAAAAAcc/S9SydJe-9Bo/s1600/IMG0134A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3L3aTubEkuc/Tdp1SdI_7jI/AAAAAAAAAcc/S9SydJe-9Bo/s400/IMG0134A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609925245763841586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know its useless. But I better buy it rather than kill myself overnight because of curiosity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way, his name is&lt;b&gt; CJ&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to 999 mall which is just in front of 168 (I am serious, its 999, I ain't puzzling you with numbers) and Tutuban mall (the gown capital of Manila hehe). It was nice there, but there were no great finds for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes you think I am not interested in shopping?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-1825323151863092347?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1825323151863092347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/everything-fancy.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/1825323151863092347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/1825323151863092347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/everything-fancy.html' title='Everything Fancy'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fEWyc4slJg/TdpqMVHqoRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8stdOVQ7roQ/s72-c/SAM_1223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8039530285748618325</id><published>2011-05-21T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:17:34.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger of beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic surgery'/><title type='text'>Plastic Surgeries</title><content type='html'>When I was seven years old, I remember I used to be my mother's assistant in all of her daily errands. I used to remember that I accompany her wherever she goes especially when she was selling different products from her down-line marketing company. We were inseparable  back then, like I would really cry and cry whenever she left me, but a sort of a weird encounter frightened me so much that I barely prevented going out of our house- I met a beautiful monster.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She, was actually a friend of my mom, and she suffered from wrong cosmetic surgeries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my mom who told me the tale of her unfortunate beauty life, she was deceived by a local beauty parlor to undergo the trial of their buttocks, and that was the biggest mistake she had ever made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really didn't knew way back then why my mom's friend's face became like that, while I used to see different celebrities on the television that have undergone cosmetic surgeries, and the products were really good. Little did I knew that the most important part of cosmetic surgeries, even before now, are the surgeons who would perform the operations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding true and licensed &lt;a href="http://www.rodeodriveplasticsurgery.com/beverlyhills-cosmeticsurgeon.html"&gt;cosmetic surgeons&lt;/a&gt; is never easy and of course, finding a legitimate and government tested &lt;a href="http://www.rodeodriveplasticsurgery.com"&gt;plastic surgery company&lt;/a&gt; is as hard too, since quacked doctors are on lose for money. Since the beauty market has been a growing industry, some bogus dealers have been roaming around while contemplating how they can benefit from other's desire to be beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your priority should be finding the &lt;a href="http://www.rodeodriveplasticsurgery.com/beverlyhills-cosmeticsurgeon.html"&gt;best cosmetic surgeons&lt;/a&gt; near you. Yes, it shouldn't be about the price or the convenience, it should be the quality, since your body or might as well your life is on the edge. You should secure their license and also, the license of the &lt;a href="http://www.rodeodriveplasticsurgery.com"&gt;cosmetic surgery company&lt;/a&gt; they are working on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best and known plastic surgeons in the North America is &lt;a href="http://www.rodeodriveplasticsurgery.com/beverlyhills-cosmeticsurgeon.html"&gt;Doctor Lloyd Krieger&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.rodeodriveplasticsurgery.com"&gt;Rodeo Drive Plastic Surgery&lt;/a&gt;. Many people have undergone plastic surgeries led by him, and they all have nice testimonials about how good &lt;a href="http://www.rodeodriveplasticsurgery.com"&gt;Doctor Krieg&lt;/a&gt;'s work is and Rodeo Drive Plastic Surgeries' facilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have their own way of doing plastic surgeries, the &lt;a href="http://www.rodeodriveplasticsurgery.com/proced-lipo.html"&gt;liposuction&lt;/a&gt; for an instance, the very famous &lt;a href="http://www.rodeodriveplasticsurgery.com/proced-lipo.html"&gt;liposuction&lt;/a&gt;. They will inject some sort of liquid on their patient so the fat and tissue can be easily sucked by their machine, on that matter, the process would be easy, fast and painless. They are also offering &lt;a href="http://www.rodeodriveplasticsurgery.com/proced-lipo.html"&gt;liposuction&lt;/a&gt; without anesthesia, just in case you might want to feel the process of your beautification.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't be deceived by some sort of promos, go for the quality.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8039530285748618325?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8039530285748618325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/plastic-surgeries.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8039530285748618325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8039530285748618325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/plastic-surgeries.html' title='Plastic Surgeries'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-7080016099080746509</id><published>2011-05-20T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:08:17.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judgement Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='francis magalona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>New Haircut before the Rapture</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my mom and I went to the mall to have my new haircut. Well, it isn't really new since I have had this hair already four years ago. And voi la! She -bangs baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlpKjNR4NEQ/TdchXiRWGRI/AAAAAAAAAac/2DYeoKAoD7I/s1600/SAM_1084.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlpKjNR4NEQ/TdchXiRWGRI/AAAAAAAAAac/2DYeoKAoD7I/s400/SAM_1084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608988549133506834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BHZUzotT18/TdcjbhjnM1I/AAAAAAAAAak/SE55o3K60Q0/s1600/SAM_1080.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BHZUzotT18/TdcjbhjnM1I/AAAAAAAAAak/SE55o3K60Q0/s400/SAM_1080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608990816684421970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought a new head dress too. Just so you know, I collect head dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ADSlIBd_rk/Tdckx7oB3II/AAAAAAAAAas/IAuFGWH7hw0/s1600/SAM_1046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ADSlIBd_rk/Tdckx7oB3II/AAAAAAAAAas/IAuFGWH7hw0/s400/SAM_1046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608992301151018114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNnLE0dXRmc/TdclNDriU4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/A8QImXPwnA4/s1600/SAM_1054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNnLE0dXRmc/TdclNDriU4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/A8QImXPwnA4/s400/SAM_1054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608992767169680258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have learned that miss &lt;a href="http://isabellamagalona.com/"&gt;Saab Magalona&lt;/a&gt; is featured on Young Star Philippines through &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/rheiyapot"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, I searched the whole SM Fairview for a copy, and when I reached the National Bookstore and saw there was only one piece left, I almost crashed everyone who was blocking my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SX1Gkdj-uVQ/TdcmjD8jYmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bbLfqrYGzUE/s1600/SAM_1060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SX1Gkdj-uVQ/TdcmjD8jYmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bbLfqrYGzUE/s400/SAM_1060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608994244709802594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtHvCf_nUSs/TdcnS8oNisI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bnZ1YuskPIc/s1600/SAM_1068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtHvCf_nUSs/TdcnS8oNisI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bnZ1YuskPIc/s400/SAM_1068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608995067379157698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking sheepishly to my idol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ySUgOCc3b0/TdcoAdCb7ZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9SvQE4q0kYc/s1600/5737871563_203c9b8229_b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ySUgOCc3b0/TdcoAdCb7ZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9SvQE4q0kYc/s400/5737871563_203c9b8229_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608995849173200274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://theyellowadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah Reyes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Saab is really pretty, smart and needless to say, she's very cool! I really love her from the bottom of my heart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young Star Philippine's article about Tumblr inspired me a lot, so I overhauled my messy Tumblr and changed it to a &lt;i&gt;more-m&lt;/i&gt;e blog, no pretentious acts, no copying, just me. It is now called defineoutrageous.tumblr.com &lt;a href="http://defineoutrageous.tumblr.com/"&gt;Click Here to Follow Me :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made my own Youtube Channel too, which will show the mad things happening to my life. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/defineoutrageous"&gt;Click Here to Subscribe!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Judgement Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a worldwide topic as of now, and it really pisses me off. The thing is that this is really rubbish, someone lied without even reading the Revelation I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They concluded that May 21, which happens to be today, would be the Judgement day, and on October 21, exactly seven months from now, would the the end of the world. Just so you know guys, the whole Apocalypse would happen in &lt;b&gt;seven years, not seven months. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There are things not yet done, such as the coming of the deceiving man who would make everyone believe that he is sent by God to bring love and prosperity. He would literally bring paradise in the Earth for three years, and on his fourth year,things would go a little weird which will then be the cause of unveiling the truth, the great man who will bring us paradise is an anti-Christ. And the next three years would be the worst nightmare ever, for those who don't believe God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, Jesus Christ himself didn't know the exact date the Judgement Day would be when he was asked by His apostle, He said that it is only God Himself who knows everything about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It will come like a thief in the night when everyone is unaware.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-7080016099080746509?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7080016099080746509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-haircut-before-rapture.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7080016099080746509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7080016099080746509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-haircut-before-rapture.html' title='New Haircut before the Rapture'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlpKjNR4NEQ/TdchXiRWGRI/AAAAAAAAAac/2DYeoKAoD7I/s72-c/SAM_1084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-2273665521962776404</id><published>2011-05-18T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:19:52.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Filipinos Are Still Poor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipinos Are Still Poor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Why Filipinos Are Still Poor</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="620" height="370" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8coHoUZz1gs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I discovered this video through &lt;a href="http://isabellamagalona.com/"&gt;Isabella "Saab" Magalona's blog&lt;/a&gt;. (Check out her blog, it is really worth reading)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This video tries to explain why Philippines is still Poor amidst of the different administrations that got past us. I like this video very much, it has excellent graphics and the background music has a touching effect, which add to the over-all impact of the video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The content, however, is kinda disturbing for me. The author pretty much accused everyone (especially the wealthy ones and the media) as the prime suspects on how our economy is being murdered. Indeed, it shows convincing facts, but I think he is concluding things a bit far from what the truth may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The video also shows a strong support to the Parliamentary Governance, and actually emphasizes that countries under Parliamentary government are the most successful ones, and while us, the democratic countries, are the ones who suffer poverty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't think that the Parliamentary system (Cha-cha as what the Arroyo administration calls it) would save our country. We have greedy leaders hovering around the government, and on that I am absolutely sure about, it is proved several times already. Needless to say, when we lost our control to our government, there is nothing we can land on but chaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think our culture and innate attitudes are the main reasons why we are still poor. Everyone tries to compare our country to the other ones while in fact we all have different situations. The administrations that gone through us tried to solve our problems by copying other countries' solution, which I find a little illogical, since the people there aren't like us. We tend to spend a lot, and even worse, we spend money to the things we don't actually need, this strongly implies to the government as well. We have this &lt;i&gt;get-rich-quick&lt;/i&gt; attitude, and this can be proved through our lifetime addictions on lotteries. Furthermore, the &lt;i&gt;get-rich-quick&lt;/i&gt; attitude is the one responsible for different crimes such as robberies, kidnapping and plenty other more that might cause one time big time victory. See how those half-bred Filipinos lives, and notice why they are the rich kids here most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is not with the people leading us, it is deep within our roots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-2273665521962776404?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2273665521962776404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-filipinos-are-still-poor.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/2273665521962776404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/2273665521962776404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-filipinos-are-still-poor.html' title='Why Filipinos Are Still Poor'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8coHoUZz1gs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8305752013014626024</id><published>2011-05-17T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:45:38.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of all time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='westlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='francis magalona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king of pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spice girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master rapper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicians'/><title type='text'>Greatest Musicians of All Time</title><content type='html'>I have been very inclined to music since the very first day of my existence (I kid not). I really have no particular stereotype in regards to music, as long as it catches my attention and the lyrics are not just talking about something trashy, expect me to fall in love with it. I have survived sudden eruptions of different music genre: pop, r.n.b, acoustic, punk, country songs, and a whole lot more and honestly, I have loved some of them very dearly, it is just now that it seems to me like I am having a battle against the whole world- I hate K-Pop.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allow me to introduce to you the Outrageous Writer's hand picked greatest musicians of all time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRhYlEvlJUg/TdM1I5u2kYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XZftQZKxvO0/s1600/michael-jackson-king-of-pop-2008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRhYlEvlJUg/TdM1I5u2kYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XZftQZKxvO0/s400/michael-jackson-king-of-pop-2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607884388058960258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know everyone will nod on this. Surely, since I am a 90's baby, I grew up with his music. I remember that when Thriller was being played before, I would run to my mom and hide because of the creepy zombies on the music video, but I would turn up the volume and sing with him. Honestly, I was not such a big fan of him when he was still alive, and it was just when he died that I have learned all of his songs. During the different tribute shows on the television after he dies, I found myself apparently very familiar to all of his song even though it was the first time I have heard it (or maybe I just forgot it). I watched all of his music videos and concerts in youtube, and I realized how a great performer he was. Even though I wasn't seeing him live, his energy passes through the monitor screen, and I kid not on that. Long live the King, he would always be remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcoQ9wAFqVU/TdM27boktcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GuM0qGgexLU/s1600/avril_lavigne-4990.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcoQ9wAFqVU/TdM27boktcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GuM0qGgexLU/s400/avril_lavigne-4990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607886355664516546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was just on my third grade when I first heard the Skater Boy, and from then I treated myself as her number one fan pretending that I knew everything about her. I love her, she is just way so fabulous. She popped on the music scene with a unique style and with her own niche, thus, making her very endearing. During the first phase of 2000, punk had always been characterized with dirty-looking-with-very-unpleasant-visual-appeal-boys, but there she was, pretty girl in sneakers. Since I was kinda &lt;i&gt;bulol&lt;/i&gt; then, I often screw up all the lyrics of her songs. But now, I can proudly stand before all of you and sing the song you want me to, and I know every lyrics of it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YxTzQWAl1g/TdM5rr45R9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XwzpfFIiaXI/s1600/FRANCIS_MAGALONA_by_supermanisback.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 388px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YxTzQWAl1g/TdM5rr45R9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XwzpfFIiaXI/s400/FRANCIS_MAGALONA_by_supermanisback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607889383684917202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, like Michael Jackson, it was just after he died that I have appreciated his legacy. Little did I know that some of my all time favorite songs were originally sung by him : Cold Summer Nights, Girl Be Mine, Man form Manila and a whole lot more. I guess the song that really marked to the whole nation was his &lt;i&gt;Mga Kababayan Ko&lt;/i&gt;, that brought out patriotism and nationalism to everyone's heart.&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I feel sorry for the next generations, since the rap artists of today are not as pleasing as him and their songs are not as meaningful as his. Long live the Master, you would never be replaced. &lt;b&gt;And by the way, I love your son Elmo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERYL3266EdQ/TdM7ar9OqsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gIPaI8VmrHM/s1600/westlife_wp_640_is.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERYL3266EdQ/TdM7ar9OqsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gIPaI8VmrHM/s400/westlife_wp_640_is.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607891290668575426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along with A1, Backstreetboys and N'Sync, Westlife had been the original fangirl-izers. I remember when my sister and I used to argue about them, coz I demand that Brian was the hottest while she said it was Nick, but now, I very much agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5MjAN7XTQg/TdM-YPTkRZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/lDSCFjBKj14/s1600/spice_girls_9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5MjAN7XTQg/TdM-YPTkRZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/lDSCFjBKj14/s400/spice_girls_9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607894547152782738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot, beautiful, talented and almost perfect- they are pretty much every girl wants to be. The song &lt;i&gt;Viva Forever &lt;/i&gt;was the first one that marked through me, and it was mostly because of the very cute music video and its very solemn and endearing flow. My sister, again, was a big fan of them too. We bought original cassette tapes since there were no cd's before, and I have bought almost everything with the word Spice Girls on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Spice Girls, nobody can ever replace you, even those cutie boppers with songs I can never understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You? Who are your favorite musicians?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I was inspired by sis &lt;a href="http://stupify5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pearl&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8305752013014626024?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8305752013014626024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-been-very-inclined-to-music.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8305752013014626024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8305752013014626024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-been-very-inclined-to-music.html' title='Greatest Musicians of All Time'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRhYlEvlJUg/TdM1I5u2kYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XZftQZKxvO0/s72-c/michael-jackson-king-of-pop-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-3973679765483697291</id><published>2011-05-15T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:18:35.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United Football League'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaya FC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air Force'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azkals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aly Borromeo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chieffy Caligdong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anton Del Rosario'/><title type='text'>"Dog"gone Experience</title><content type='html'>So maybe you all know guys that my sister and I joined the contest of the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/FootballAlliance"&gt;LBC United Football League&lt;/a&gt; and fortunately, we won the first spot, and we claimed our prizes yesterday. There was also a game between &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/KayaFC"&gt;Kaya FC&lt;/a&gt; and Air force, so we had the chance to meet (not greet) some of the Azkals :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANiL9ATRRqs/TdBzReJVCcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rfz1VHbnMAk/s1600/SAM_0930.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANiL9ATRRqs/TdBzReJVCcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rfz1VHbnMAk/s1600/SAM_0930.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANiL9ATRRqs/TdBzReJVCcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rfz1VHbnMAk/s400/SAM_0930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607108280063429058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kaya FC having their meeting before the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KOCJxotKh8/TdBztgOpupI/AAAAAAAAAX8/W7K3tBPyNuE/s1600/SAM_0932.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KOCJxotKh8/TdBztgOpupI/AAAAAAAAAX8/W7K3tBPyNuE/s400/SAM_0932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607108761658964626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaya FC (in red) and Air force (in yellow) shaking hands before the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFxUJR0hIZk/TdB0TLLc77I/AAAAAAAAAYE/1pZi5HoA9G8/s1600/SAM_0936.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFxUJR0hIZk/TdB0TLLc77I/AAAAAAAAAYE/1pZi5HoA9G8/s400/SAM_0936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607109408843427762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaUCXM41_D4/TdB0_EPmsBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/hKEekZ5wQjs/s1600/SAM_0939.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaUCXM41_D4/TdB0_EPmsBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/hKEekZ5wQjs/s400/SAM_0939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607110162896039954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free kick for the Air force.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEozccvzxFY/TdB1qOh4dYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KKA5Tx-aFos/s1600/SAM_0961.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEozccvzxFY/TdB1qOh4dYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KKA5Tx-aFos/s400/SAM_0961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607110904391431554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jerry Barbaso came before the second half. He sat behind me for like thirty minutes but I wasn't sure if it was him since my sister, who apparently knew every player around us, wasn't with me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oN2UsfaVQ0/TdB2kVMSm4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/jhZKLuoLXgU/s1600/SAM_0963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oN2UsfaVQ0/TdB2kVMSm4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/jhZKLuoLXgU/s400/SAM_0963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607111902612331394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Air force guarding the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0EInOLHu2HE/TdB3ycuQnjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8Rc1bESRekc/s1600/SAM_0962.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0EInOLHu2HE/TdB3ycuQnjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8Rc1bESRekc/s400/SAM_0962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607113244663651890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aly Borromeo and Chieffy Caligdong running for the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw1Glp9BTLc/TdB4mQl4vsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/PF_nQRaJQtc/s1600/240934_10150602958205300_852560299_18687449_4032360_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw1Glp9BTLc/TdB4mQl4vsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/PF_nQRaJQtc/s400/240934_10150602958205300_852560299_18687449_4032360_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607114134760505026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/razzberryme"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/alybor11"&gt;Aly Borromeo&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2go_bHKr578/TdDxxDyEUOI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Xz2qNaBmiIo/s1600/219931_10150606725460300_852560299_18705332_6555542_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2go_bHKr578/TdDxxDyEUOI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Xz2qNaBmiIo/s400/219931_10150606725460300_852560299_18705332_6555542_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607247361207455970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Anton Del Rosario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1Kh3zeQ98U/TdDyNclsO3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/I4kNrHEiMVs/s1600/220682_10150606720835300_852560299_18705314_5238341_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1Kh3zeQ98U/TdDyNclsO3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/I4kNrHEiMVs/s400/220682_10150606720835300_852560299_18705314_5238341_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607247848902769522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Aly Borromeo. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rX5fsG-0pf4/TdDykoQ4_gI/AAAAAAAAAZU/z9U5yObH2co/s1600/230699_10150606729545300_852560299_18705343_1380787_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rX5fsG-0pf4/TdDykoQ4_gI/AAAAAAAAAZU/z9U5yObH2co/s400/230699_10150606729545300_852560299_18705343_1380787_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607248247173742082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Anton Del Rosario. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-raA4d-CbuOY/TdDy9gKjMNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OLuDcUp-jK4/s1600/218513_10150606730790300_852560299_18705349_4184852_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-raA4d-CbuOY/TdDy9gKjMNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OLuDcUp-jK4/s400/218513_10150606730790300_852560299_18705349_4184852_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607248674496393426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(insert drum roll please) With Chieffy Caligdong! We waited for him outside the shower room, pinasabik pa kami. hahaha :D But i love him veeerryyy much! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DianeVillanueva"&gt;cousin&lt;/a&gt; was brave enough, coz the two of us were so shy to get close to them. hehe. Aly was the one who scored the sole goal of the game which brought victory to Kaya FC.&lt;div&gt;I don't know if it was good that James Younghusband was not there, if he was, I should have went home unconscious. No Ian Araneta for us :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHdKVLl5vns/TdB6hSIha5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/EgvvoCAl7G4/s1600/SAM_0972.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHdKVLl5vns/TdB6hSIha5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/EgvvoCAl7G4/s400/SAM_0972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607116248298122130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aly Borromeo's jersey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDKFrox6sio/TdDzkiU-fDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uBV6HoIlF_Q/s1600/241340_10150606805490300_852560299_18705554_4108183_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDKFrox6sio/TdDzkiU-fDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uBV6HoIlF_Q/s400/241340_10150606805490300_852560299_18705554_4108183_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607249345091894322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fucking one-year supply of Gatorade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thing happened some days after I was so depressed about the Bieber concert- destiny. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-3973679765483697291?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3973679765483697291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/doggone-experience.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/3973679765483697291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/3973679765483697291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/doggone-experience.html' title='&quot;Dog&quot;gone Experience'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANiL9ATRRqs/TdBzReJVCcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rfz1VHbnMAk/s72-c/SAM_0930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-5345934786024833653</id><published>2011-05-13T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:09:41.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowswhy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Quality is Important'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>Why is Quality Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Quality or Quantity?"&lt;/b&gt; a very cliche question every person might have encountered at least twice or thrice in their lives. The answer of course, just like any opinionated questions, may vary depending on what the person is talking about or what the person's disposition in life is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, as a very observant and almost a perfectionist person, I focus on quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knowswhy.com/why-is-quality-important/"&gt;Why is Quality Important?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this very fast paced world we now live in, everything that comes handy and in bulk is a necessity. From our foods, drinks, daily essentials and even construction materials- they all come win large quantities and sometimes, or might as well often, doesn't come with any pinch of quality. It is very practical nowadays to just focus on how many you might have instead of how good you have, but I would say no for that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God I found a site that shares the same belief with me in regards on Why Quality is Important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When we eat, we don’t need much food. We long for something healthy, delicious, and quality meal. When we buy a house, we don’t choose according to the size and the design but with the quality of material used to build it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Knowswhy "Why is Quality Important"&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is just an excerpt from their statement according on how quality is very important to everyone's lives. That quote is very simple indeed, but it captured me at the mere moment I saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me share you an example on Why is Quality Important to us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it isn't new to you to learn that I come from a middle class family, and with that I really don't do too much shopping. I only shop when it is badly needed or someone sponsors me (don't feel sorry, I ain't really in to shopping) and also, I was raised not to crave for those. When I buy stuffs, I always pick the cheaper ones with the thought that I am getting more practical and I ought to save more. But when the time came it just collapsed without any reasons, of course I have to buy a new one, and hence, I just spent more, or might as well double, to what I could have spent if I bought a quality one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This might just happen to you too, so I dedicated this one for you to learn Why is Quality Important not just for me, but for each and everyone of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-5345934786024833653?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5345934786024833653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-is-quality-important.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/5345934786024833653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/5345934786024833653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-is-quality-important.html' title='Why is Quality Important'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-102246698882595379</id><published>2011-05-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:47:28.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa claus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raised'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Blame it All to Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;For me, I am a perfectly knitted doll who may have some button holes but still possesses beauty in spite of these imperfections.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all unique in our own ways, and that's not just because God made us perfectly different from each other but also, on how the way we were raised. Surely, we all have different parents which has their own ways of raising their children (unless of course if my sister is reading this). Contrary to what people believes during mother or father's day, for me, there is no such thing as perfect parents, mine actually admitted that they still ought to learn something for the better. But fortunately, I was raised well... very well. And this post is to show you guys the culprits of why I am what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLxwqb0oObA/TctZ7-r2V2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/GLMT9SyXD1c/s1600/istock_elenathewise-1-teen-girl-roller-her-eyes-at-her-parents-c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLxwqb0oObA/TctZ7-r2V2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/GLMT9SyXD1c/s400/istock_elenathewise-1-teen-girl-roller-her-eyes-at-her-parents-c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605673048166782818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My parents would never hit us for our mistakes but they will always explain why the thing we did was wrong. When they say a condition, they will really do it. One instance, I went home late and they have already locked the door, and I have to wait and sob and plead for one hour before they had opened it. They also have this &lt;i&gt;one option&lt;/i&gt; thing that they imposed when my sister and I entered high school: &lt;i&gt;Magboyfriend ka o Magaaral ka?&lt;/i&gt; Yes, you read it right, if we will have boyfriends, they won't give us money for our education, so it means no school... no friends... no allowance! So that is why I never had a thought of peeking to them. Duhh?? I would rather be loveless than money-less! And thank God they did that, I had focused on my studies and everything went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A39daAb_V-Q/TctbxDdRmjI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XLQv-Is5GZE/s1600/actonco2-bedtime-stories-girl-daddy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A39daAb_V-Q/TctbxDdRmjI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XLQv-Is5GZE/s400/actonco2-bedtime-stories-girl-daddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605675059492526642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blame bedtime stories for the writer within me. I was raised with every Disney fairy tales you might know and sometimes, my mom also makes a sort of epilogue derived from the original story. Maybe it is also the reason why I am really fond of novels and other reading stuffs, coz i was literally raised with them. I remembered some other local fiction stories they used to tell me like: &lt;i&gt;Ang alamat ng mga Aswang, Ang mga Tikbalang sa Ulap&lt;/i&gt; and plenty other more... oh that may have been the reason why I am very coward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbtpBP7sDyM/TctdpSpJY9I/AAAAAAAAAXc/dApDab0d-Kw/s1600/stock-photo-attractive-girl-enjoying-in-music-from-radio-cd-player-15424579.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbtpBP7sDyM/TctdpSpJY9I/AAAAAAAAAXc/dApDab0d-Kw/s400/stock-photo-attractive-girl-enjoying-in-music-from-radio-cd-player-15424579.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605677125153154002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom told that she was in loved with the A.M station DZMM when I was still on her tummy. I know, it sound very uncivilized for me to believe that maybe, this is why I am a very passionate campus journalist and an aspiring professional one. Was that just a coincident or my cells had been molded through their sound waves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PbXPrMlYLKg/TctfT9ySa2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/S4wirSPputo/s1600/Stay%2Bat%2BHOme%2BMOm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PbXPrMlYLKg/TctfT9ySa2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/S4wirSPputo/s400/Stay%2Bat%2BHOme%2BMOm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605678957800352610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My parents cared for us so much that they wouldn't take the risk of us being so tired- that's why I never learned some hard household chores. When I entered highschool, I was really amused that people on my age can cook and do the laundry- now that's very embarrassing. When I have learned about those kinds of stuffs, I made it my own expedient to learn some chores on my own, and fortunately, I succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPlfl-OGPc/Tctgw9Hm-8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/wBnd1ZkBiOk/s1600/santa-clause-presents.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPlfl-OGPc/Tctgw9Hm-8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/wBnd1ZkBiOk/s400/santa-clause-presents.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605680555349179330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am very sure that the belief of Santa Claus's existence determines on how a child might just grow as. We, the Gulin siblings, were raised with the &lt;b&gt;truth&lt;/b&gt; that he exists. I was very observant on what I do before, since it would be an affecting factor of Santa's gift to me. When i did something wrong, I see to it that I will reconcile as soon as I can, especially when Christmas is near. I always get what I want from Santa, and I am proudly one of those kids who would stay very late at night just to catch him do the magic... but I never succeed. I am very sure this is the reason why I have grown up to be an optimistic, jolly and disciplined girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How about you? How were you raised?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-102246698882595379?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/102246698882595379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/blame-it-all-on-them.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/102246698882595379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/102246698882595379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/blame-it-all-on-them.html' title='Blame it All to Them'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLxwqb0oObA/TctZ7-r2V2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/GLMT9SyXD1c/s72-c/istock_elenathewise-1-teen-girl-roller-her-eyes-at-her-parents-c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-7819944442005678775</id><published>2011-05-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T04:56:43.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Sosyal Networking</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What's on your mind? What's happening?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I wake up in the morning, after I pray, I will always grab my cellphone as fast as possible and update my twitter. Then, after I eat breakfast, I will go to my computer and enter the cyber world I have always loved. Then I'll eat lunch, nap and when I wake up, I'll grab my cellphone again for twitter updates or facebook notifications and that will go on till the evening before I go to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my friends and I would hang out, we rarely communicate by texting. If not tweeting, we'll post the message on each other's wall post. My sister and I do the same too, in fact, it has been our hobby that when we aren't together, we tweet about different and ridiculous stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my life, sms is dead. Social networks are ruling my life and so are with my loved ones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/41040928"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started it all. As far as I can recall, I opened my friendster account during 2006. I was stupid about it way back then and all I do was to comment anime and chibi pictures even to my own profile. But when 2009 came, I have learned about Hide Codes Galore- a method to purely customize your profile in the way you wanted it to be. In there I have learned HTML's, on which later, I have used on my blogging career. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is heartbreaking honestly, when I have learned that friendster will be closed soon. It is just that it has been a nest of memories for me, and it is really hard to let go even though i haven't been updating it for like two years from now. Everything would soon be obsolete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye now. I love you friendster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/223014635"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only made an account since my favorite bands, especially Chicosci, was there. I just noticed that it wasn't an Asian thing, because most of the active members (if there is any, LOL) are Americans. But I haven't been that active, and so are you I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://rheiyapot.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this site. I can stuff all of my things there, like a virtual bag, oh and yes, that simile went perfect since it is filled with online shop too! I put all my photos, videos and I even blog there. But that site isn't exposed well, so my friends haven't got any accounts so my page rarely had visitors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/rheiyapot"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made an account out of curiosity. But sorry Plurk, Twitter owns me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/rhea.gulin"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was stubborn to use facebook before when my sister told me about it. Because of its boring and not-so-colorful impression to me, I thought I wouldn't be that addicted. But my sister persuade me to open an account and try all the games, and so I did. At first what I do most of the time was to play typing maniac, but then it got boring. Then all of a sudden, all of my friends had their accounts and voila! I never logged out. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about facebook is that it's very interactive, like everything you do on it, other people are privileged to react or comment about it. Now, I am a self-confessed facebook addict since its one of my ways to be in touched with my friends and relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/rheiyapot"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is my life. I tweet everything I do, except of course the not-so-pleasant things. I always see to it that I am updated on what's happening to the twitter world. I tweet responsibly and as witty as possible so that I wouldn't sound like an annoying twelve year old girl who's calling her minions to propagate hideous commentaries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I love about twitter is its very handy. Since I have internet on my cellphone (all hail myphone! &lt;i&gt;Wala ka sa phone ko!&lt;/i&gt;) I ain't having a hard time keeping in touch with my buddies. I also love the fact that hundreds or might as well thousands of celebrities are on twitter! It makes me feel a bit close to them. I screen cap or retweet all of my celebrity mentions. Sorry, I am just a proud, noticed fan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I bet all of you can relate with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-7819944442005678775?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7819944442005678775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/sosyal-networking.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7819944442005678775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7819944442005678775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/sosyal-networking.html' title='Sosyal Networking'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-5376021171384017266</id><published>2011-05-09T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:33:07.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outrageous writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><title type='text'>Bloggerversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OUTRAGEOUS WRITER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, you read it right, outrageous writer is celebrating its first anniversary.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies so fast, it seems like it is only yesterday when I was lying on my bed, trying to figure out what blog address will fit me the best. I really don't know why and how I started blogging. Just so you know guys, I have to blogs before: &lt;a href="http://sunshineghirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunshine Girl&lt;/a&gt; and Rheiyapot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunshine Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made this blog out of a certain urge within me to help people around 2006 I guess. It was filled with advices and tips about almost everything. Because it was my first time on blogging, I thought everything would be surreal. I remembered my mind setting before: I'll be famous because I am helping people and I am building my own niche. Sorry, but that's the truth, I started blogging with the hope of being famous and inspiring people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I came out of ideas and problems to solve, so I ended up stopping it. I was a massive poster that time, like three posts a day. All throughout the sunshine girl thingy, I realized that blogging was made to express, not to impress, the same old saying goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rheiyapot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am actually ashame of this, haha. It was a teeny-booper blog, like I POST THiS WAY AND &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EVEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;COLOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;iT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WEiRDLY. &lt;/span&gt;There's nothing much to say about this blog, not because I am ashame of it but because its really nothing. I post random pictures and do some two liner captions and that's all. I killed it before it haunt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outrageous Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is what you're reading at this very moment. This is the real and matured Rhea, no facades, no copying, just purely me. This blog had stand the test of time though it has only been up for one year. I actually thought of erasing this because of I am running out of topic, but thank God he didn't let me. The main aim of this blog is to serve as my portfolio of my articles, since I am really lazy to write down all of my ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog actually surprised me, I had more than enough traffic even though I ain't building any niche in the world of blogging. It just proved me the credibility of the phrase: Be true to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But honestly, I am getting tired of blogging again, maybe because I think I failed (or will be failing) to get what I want for years now, which is an own domain hosted in wordpress. If you have been a constant reader, you won't be puzzled with this because this past few days, I have been changing my themes almost everyday with the hope of seeking contentment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry, I can't help myself to post this video. Its just simply awesome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MzCLLHscMOw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-5376021171384017266?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5376021171384017266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/bloggerversary.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/5376021171384017266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/5376021171384017266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/bloggerversary.html' title='Bloggerversary'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MzCLLHscMOw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-2383261319169138290</id><published>2011-05-06T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:54:57.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now'/><title type='text'>Outrageous Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The only permanent thing in this world is change.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is a necessity, sure it is. For this fast growing community we live in, changes has been a normal thing among us, whether it is noticeable or not. We are all in the midst of transition, and this we can never stop. This post is solely dedicated to compare our generation from the previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w0nGyFytSQ/TcSaH_ZylAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8-2qXiB5i4Y/s320/5-Learning-Piko-1b.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603773298425107458" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPiQ6_2KHqk/TcSaQ0ohhfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Y7eGOoszoJE/s1600/KidTech2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;     &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPiQ6_2KHqk/TcSaQ0ohhfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Y7eGOoszoJE/s320/KidTech2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603773450152936946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My father and my brother use to fight over the way my brother plays. My father would scold him for being not that active or being that much lazy to never play outside. Whenever my brother would feel ill, he would always blame the computer or our gadgets. I honestly think he's correct, I think my brother is spending so much time on the computer and his nintendo ds, to the point he forgets to work out his muscles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_gJhKpKdeW0/TcSfRWmixSI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bSqYz9PTHqU/s1600/super-mario-bros-old.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_gJhKpKdeW0/TcSfRWmixSI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bSqYz9PTHqU/s320/super-mario-bros-old.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603778956829574434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FKEILSFpPY/TcSgCo22rtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IHbJgiB7Ek4/s1600/New-Super-Mario-Bros.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FKEILSFpPY/TcSgCo22rtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IHbJgiB7Ek4/s320/New-Super-Mario-Bros.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603779803543416530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I dedicated my whole childhood trying to find Mario's freaking girlfriend.&lt;/b&gt; I kid not. But sadly, my fifteen years of existence didn't made it on the last stage. And when I found out that there was a new version of Super Mario Brothers for the Nintendo DS, I didn't even think about it. I was (and still) amused on how they changed the old school Mario, he can now grow as large as the game screen and shrink to as small as an ant. But then, it gone harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;iframe width="250" height="210" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pjsh2j7W6Bo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe width="250" height="210" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CD2LRROpph0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I do listen to Nancy Sinatra. See how Sugar town highlighted her lovely voice rather than screwing it up through trashy background music. Rebecca Black, oh man. Auto-tuned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqH-qJbHGWI/TcSkiaPTbnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ies-bNwRnoY/s1600/girl-with-decoration-make-and-takes-mom-it-forward-crafts_ii.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqH-qJbHGWI/TcSkiaPTbnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ies-bNwRnoY/s320/girl-with-decoration-make-and-takes-mom-it-forward-crafts_ii.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603784747421757042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onriZ8Q2bR4/TcSk29-96hI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fyTQxz6-3Y4/s1600/pregnant-uk-14-year-old-says-teen-girls-think-its-fashionable-to-have-a-baby-0sb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onriZ8Q2bR4/TcSk29-96hI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fyTQxz6-3Y4/s320/pregnant-uk-14-year-old-says-teen-girls-think-its-fashionable-to-have-a-baby-0sb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603785100614298130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Save the worst for last.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; My mom find it so incredible on how fourteen year old girls can bear child. She is perplexed on how great they are, since many of her friends have been trying for years now to have a child. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maliliit pa matres niyan hah, di ba yan puputok?&lt;/span&gt; she quoted. This is very disturbing. And also, may I just add, that some teens from UK, admitted that they find being a teenage mom so &lt;i&gt;stylish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wonder what the future can be. Will my brother be a cyborg? Will Mario get even bigger? Will Rebecca Black be more famous than she is now? Will there be more teenage moms?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you want more, your generation or your parents'?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2563371/outrageous-writer?claim=jam4mmdn2yz"&gt;Follow my blog with bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-2383261319169138290?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2383261319169138290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/outrage-nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/2383261319169138290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/2383261319169138290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/outrage-nostalgia.html' title='Outrageous Nostalgia'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w0nGyFytSQ/TcSaH_ZylAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8-2qXiB5i4Y/s72-c/5-Learning-Piko-1b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-3952735409270230623</id><published>2011-05-03T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T02:49:19.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kabataan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jologs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimensions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baduy'/><title type='text'>Different Worlds of Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Daig pa ang mundo ng pelikula na merong Narnia, Hogwarts at Oz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro, mas mainam na sa tagalog ko ipopost ito, para hindi ako magtunog nagmamalaki porke marunong akong magingles. At para na rin sa ibang mga taong (lalo na ang mga kabataan) na maaring mapadaan sa blog post na ito via Google or Yahoo search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; Bato bato sa langit, ang tamaan wag O.A. Hindi yan granada.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang &lt;a href="http://razzberryme.tumblr.com/"&gt;ate&lt;/a&gt; ko kasi ay sumali sa isang contest sa facebook na pinangunahan ng &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/FootballAlliance"&gt;LBC United Football League&lt;/a&gt; na nagiisponsor sa mga football club dito sa Pilipinas. I know right? Oo. May vulnerable side din naman ako pagdating sa sports, lalo na sa football (dear James Younghusband, wag ka naman pumasok sa isip ko ngayon).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ako, bilang supportive na sister, naging campaign manager niya ako. Lahat na ng friends ko sa facebook, which is hindi naman talaga ganun karami dahil hindi ako nagaaprove ng strangers, pinalike ko na. Awkward oo. Sobra in fact. &lt;b&gt;Pero sayang din ang one year supply ng Gatorade at ang infinite kayabangan kapag suot na namin ang jersey ni Aly Borromeo kung sakaling manalo kami.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero hindi sapat yung combined friends naming dalawa at ang mga friends na rin ni ate na also known as &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/azkalicious13"&gt;The Azkalicious.&lt;/a&gt; Naisipan na din namin magpacontest, magmakaawa, magkumahog at lahat na ng dangal na ipinundar sa amin ng mga magulang namin ay na wash-out para sa isang contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pero eto yung best part.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumawa ako ng isang fake account na sobrang friendly, sobrang landi ng dating para lang makapagpalike. At havey, Effective siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, hindi ko sinync yung profile ko sakanya para walang ebidensya kung sakali mang madetect ako nung ginamit kong picture. Bad. I know again. Pero ang taong nagigipit, sa bumbay kumakapit (yung surname nung fake account kasi tunog arabo). Hindi ko inadd yung account ko or sino man sa mga friends ko para safe, humanap lang ako ng isang sikat na page at inadd ko lahat ng nandoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At dahil sa kagagahang to, marami akong natutunan at nadiskubre. Na sana, di ko na lang nalaman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Behold! The different world of Facebook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Private- &lt;/b&gt;andito ko at sana andito ka rin. Ito yung mga hindi nagaadd ng mga hindi nila kilala at ng mga mukang wala lang magawa sa buhay. Ginagamit talaga nila ang facebook para makaconnect sa mga taong love nila pero malayo sakanila or in my case, mga taong love ko na malapit naman pero dahil batugan, di ko magawang puntahan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Massive Likers-&lt;/b&gt; yung poser na ginawa ko, belong siya dito. Eto yung mga taong lahat ng bagay nilalike nila, yung bang kahit di naman talaga nila like, para lang siguro mahaba yung info page nila or talagang wala silang magawa. Yung mga page na nilike nila yun bang tipong &lt;i&gt;"Bakit Kulot ang Buhok Ko?"&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;"Hahaha Nakakatawa ka!"&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;"Panget ka buti alam mo!"&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;"Ay paulit ulit"&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;i&gt;"iba pa"&lt;/i&gt;. Oo, yung mga phrase na ginagamit natin sa araw-araw, ginagawa nilang page yun. Anong sunod nito? &lt;i&gt;"Gumising lang ako para tumae"&lt;/i&gt;? Wag naman sana. Pero nagamit ko sila in all fairness to them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auto Friender-&lt;/b&gt; duh? as far as I know pasara na ang friendster, kaya sna wag kang add ng add ng di mo kilala. Yun bang tipong makita lang nilang cute o pogi add na agad. At take note, nagsasabi pa ng Thanks for the Add kahit inapprove mo lang sila.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ego Boosters-&lt;/b&gt; eto. Eto talaga. Yung mga taong gumagawa ng sarili nilang fanpage kahit wala naman talaga siyang fans at kadalasan, eto ang ginagamit nila sa pagiinteract sa mga tao. Nagmamakaawa silang ilike sila ng ibang tao kahit di naman sila kilala. Ang pathetic niyo. Pero yung iba kong friends sa fb, gumagawa din ng fanpage. Pero di sila nagmamakaawa, at talaga namang likable sila at talagang di ako magtataka kung may fans talaga sila. Di ako bias, ok?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;CoÑo-&lt;/b&gt; akala ko patay na tong lahing to. Ang mga dakilang Englishera at Englisherong palaka ng bayan. Kabataan tong mga to, sure ako. Siguro dahil maraming nageenglish, akala nila cool na.  Etong mga conyo na to, mukang di nga nila alam sinasabi nila eh, di naman sa nanguunderestimate pero kasi napatunayan ko. Yung isa nagtanong ako ng tagalog, English ako sinagot, eh yung dating pa niya ay tono &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"eew you're like speaking tagalog so gross! I'm speaking English and it's like I'm very rich"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; eh syempre napikon ako at inenglish ko din. Medyo lumabas si linguist side kasi nagaalab yung damdamin ko. Haha. Bigla ding tumiklop at nagtagalog ang gaga, at pino-po at opo pa ako.I  know right, nageenglish din ako kapag nagsasalita, pero kasi dahil sa English writer ako, parang mas naeexpress ko yung sarili ko sa English. Halos lahat din ng blog posts ko ay nasa Ingles na lengwahe, pero kasi dahil yung sa mga foreigner kong readers (ako na mayabang) para naman di na nila kailanganin si Google Translate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gamers&lt;/b&gt;- I guess eto talaga nagsimula. Yung mga friends ko, kaya nila nakilala ang facebook ay dahil sa farmville. Naalala ko pa noon di ako makarelate sakanila dahil di ako naglalaro nun. Well, kahit naman ngayon hindi pa rin. Feeling ko waste of time ang pagtatanim ng di mo naman makakain. &lt;i&gt;- The Gamers is suggested by &lt;a href="http://ako-si-jen.co.cc/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posers-&lt;/b&gt; haha. Okay. Guilty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ayan ang mga bagay na aking nakalap sa pagpapatrol. Pero hindi ako galit sakanila at nirerespeto ko pa rin ang pagkatao nila, in fact napakinabangan ko nga sila. Ineexpose ko lang sila sa madlang people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alam kaya ni Mark Zuckerberg ang tungkol sakanila?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't hate. Make love. Out of nothing at all. hehe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S: Eto ang puno at dulo ng lahat.  Palike na nito para tumahimik na ko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/FootballAlliance"&gt;Link 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/FootballAlliance/posts/10150218050533203"&gt;Link 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-3952735409270230623?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3952735409270230623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/different-worlds-of-facebook.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/3952735409270230623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/3952735409270230623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/05/different-worlds-of-facebook.html' title='Different Worlds of Facebook'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-4254263579359368167</id><published>2011-04-30T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:38:06.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger of beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Danger of Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I wish my nose isn't this big and it'll be pointier.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like other normal girls, my biggest disappointment in life would be my dreadful nose. Honestly, there came a time when I thought of changing it, just like what I have seen on the television. &lt;b&gt;I am fifteen, conscious, insecure... and I am like them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet surfing has been my hobby for quite a long time right now. I have seen plenty of stuffs: clever, good, inspirational, naughty, and a whole lot more. But I guess, the thing that really took almost half of my internet experience would be &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;beauty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. A very common, yet very powerful word that can devour a person, a group of people, or even the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beauty for me, is very underrated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, the first thing to be blamed about this would be the all-time famous line &lt;i&gt;"What is beauty if your brain is empty".&lt;/i&gt; Because of this, people jumped to the conclusion that beauty is just a mere impression, and it would soon fade as time goes by. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But the truth is..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls who were born goddess-like still exerts effort on sustaining or might as well take their beauty to the next level. I myself knows someone who can actually spend more money on beauty products rather than her own food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, those who were born &lt;i&gt;unlucky&lt;/i&gt;, as they say, will risk everything just to be beautiful. In the Philippines alone, 35% of women had committed major plastic surgery procedures this past five years, and some of them actually, wasn't contented with a single method, and even upgrade their beauty rituals whenever there would be a new method. 19% are self-confessed obsessed with beauty products, and are even called beauty-addicts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The age bracket that are said to have plastic surgeries starts at the very young age of fifteen, and the oldest possible varies every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fact could be explained by psychology. The adolescence period among the teens comes from 14-17, and on this stage, they are more vulnerable on their feelings. They feel unaccepted and on that, being beautiful could be the only way possible to be loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;How it feels like being unpretty.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself had some problems dealing with this fact. I know to myself that I ain't that pretty compared to other girls. And the mere realization of that can actually hurt, and it would hurt even more if I would see impeccable creatures. But fortunately, I have managed to surpass all of these kinds of dilemma, and I am now confident with myself. I am beautiful, in my own unique ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this I can never condemn those people who would try or have tried changing themselves on the scientific way. And for the other cases, the celebrities for instance, they are oblige to maintain their physical allure, which is just like obliging them to take plastic surgeries whenever they see some tiny flaws on themselves. I guess, it makes them feel that they aren't complete unless they would be as endearing as what they see, even on their dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;People are getting obsessed with beauty and youth nowadays. So there is no way to look at this issue as if everything is normal, as if nothing can go wrong and  it isn't harmful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of its growing market, and its constant and unconscious promotion, quack doctors have took advantage of this issue. Some are practicing plastic surgery without any experience or sufficient materials, thus, making it more dangerous than ever. As of now, the number of people being victimized by such heartless operations is continuously growing, and this is all for the sake of money. Everything is a target market, according to the entrepreneurs' mind setting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beauty. Beauty Fades.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, sure it does, everything does fade.  But if you'll let its power endeavor you, your life will fade with it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-4254263579359368167?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4254263579359368167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/danger-of-beauty.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4254263579359368167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4254263579359368167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/danger-of-beauty.html' title='Danger of Beauty'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-9136402886719321572</id><published>2011-04-28T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:28:41.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mikey bustos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outrageous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i witness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer'/><title type='text'>Typing Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been rally lazy to write something here in my blog, and I am very sorry for that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been busy doing nothing, no, just kidding, I have been doing some summer workshops for journalism. I have been visiting my alma matter and was sharing some techniques on writing for the newbies. I am in fact, overwhelmed by this. Time flies really fast indeed, it was just yesterday when I was sitting right on their very place but now, I was speaking right in front of them, and not as a novice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been addicted with youtube this week too. And you can never blame me for doing so, for I watch sensible videos, not the trash ones. And I can't stop myself on sharing some of them here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Mikey Bustos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen him on tv patrol before, he was featured there as one of the newest rising star on the internet scene. Back that time I was like "What the hell was he doing? You call that entertainment?" But when I watched all of his videos, man, this really is something. It makes me proud being a Filipino, the videos show how great we are (and our culture) and how unique we can be compared to other races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here is a video that emphasizes our unique accent. It doesn't imply to me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="289" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3BBtS1ir4tA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shows our great courtship techniques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="289" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8WId8qkiEYw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shows our mythical creatures beliefs. I just realized that he was correct, Disney movies dwells with our Filipino beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="289" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P5FOwvIxbMc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Subscribe to his channel! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MikeyBustosVideos"&gt;Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I Witness Documentaries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of the Lenten season, tv networks have changed their show line ups for about a day or four. On GMA 7 (should have paid me for this ad) had made a marathon of their famous documentaries. Ever since I watched some of their documentaries, I have always been fascinated on how they made a story behind a story, get it? Their writers as well as their anchors delivers informations far beyond what is usual for straight news. So i searched the web for some of their best documentaries and landed on these two.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;About a deaf mute gay and his lifestyle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="289" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z-HGwYec2dw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Addiction of the youth, and how they make ridiculous things just to sustain their addiction.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="289" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9musWY4yqLc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So these were the reasons why Outrageous Writer has been away from typing and writing. But I'll be back really soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you guys for all of your comments and supports on my recent blog posts! Love you so much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-9136402886719321572?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/9136402886719321572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/typing-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/9136402886719321572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/9136402886719321572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/typing-hiatus.html' title='Typing Hiatus'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3BBtS1ir4tA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-7591973239020563870</id><published>2011-04-20T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:24:39.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.H'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reproductive Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damaso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noli Me Tangere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill'/><title type='text'>Modern Noli Me Tangere</title><content type='html'>I do believe that each and everyone of you have already heard about Noli Me Tangere, one of Jose Rizal's novel before he died for our country. And if you have already been in your junior high school year, I reckon you are already familiar with its story. Honestly,I haven't finished reading it, and I only  rely on online summaries whenever I need it (I hope my Filipino teacher won't able to read this). But of course, I am familiar with the whole story itself, and some of its major characters.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I think, they are alive as of now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSSEu_LsGOk/Ta_HeMQC9GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tdS7UPnQC0I/s1600/Carlos-_Celdran.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSSEu_LsGOk/Ta_HeMQC9GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tdS7UPnQC0I/s320/Carlos-_Celdran.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597912183343346786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am not against the Catholic church nor any of their bishops, priests or whatsoever, and this blog post is not a &lt;i&gt;hate message, &lt;b&gt;this just purely my opinion, which I think, would never affect the issue.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt; So if ever you are expecting some trash talk about the Catholic church in the Philippines. Goodbye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't support RH Bill.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess it would be a promotion of immorality especially among the youth. As far as I know, and do correct me if I am wrong, once the RH Bill is approved, they will be giving out free condoms to everyone who will be needing, no, &lt;i&gt;wanting it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I as a teenager, knows exactly what is happening among us.&lt;/b&gt; I am living on a rural area, which means i guess, less liberated than those who are on the city. But then, my classmates already have condoms on their wallets so they can use it whenever or wherever they wanted to make out, even though it isn't for free yet, then what more could it be if they can get it for like 24 hours and seven days a week? And how much more would it be for those who are on the upper side? Where partying and drugs have some kinda been normal, oh habits perhaps. It would be a chaos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I am against the strategy of the Catholic church on pursuing their aim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;For what I have heard from my father,  a priest at Baguio Cathedral said off limit comments about Risa Hontiveros, and even sent out those who were supporting RH Bill, it would be utterly useless according to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think they're going  too far.&lt;/b&gt; I guess the belief of a person would and should never be an excuse on putting boundaries between him and God. The ex-communicate thing, I think its the worst thing about this issue. Its deranged, banning a person on the church because he's against you? Its really unfair. It is not you whom he is going for, its God. And even He, who's above all of us is ready to forgive him? How much more could you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Making them feel guilty too, it would never be an appropriate action.&lt;/b&gt; Guilt is just as bad as lust or gluttony, it builds distance between you and God, for it makes you feel afraid that somehow, He won't accept or forgive you for you have sinned. &lt;b&gt;That is completely far from what the truth is, He will accept you no matter what happened as long as you're ready to surrender and admit the mistake you have done.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what could be the best solution for the growing number of population?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it would be self-control. Not condoms, not pills, nor abortion. It is just self-control.&lt;br /&gt;These things happened because people have screwed up the true meaning of sex. Yes, it is a gift of God for both man and woman and would be the prior method of reproducing. But as of now, as far as I can see, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;its just merely for leisure, which is I find, really disturbing.&lt;/span&gt; It is even done by a fourteen year old girl, while it should only be inside of a marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I know these things are planned, and God knows every inch of what is happening, and His answer would be the best solution. If only we can take time to set aside our own stands and opinions and try to meditate and seek for what He could be saying, everything would fall on their proper places. And this modern Noli Me Tangere would come to an end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-7591973239020563870?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7591973239020563870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/modern-noli-me-tangere.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7591973239020563870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7591973239020563870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/modern-noli-me-tangere.html' title='Modern Noli Me Tangere'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSSEu_LsGOk/Ta_HeMQC9GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tdS7UPnQC0I/s72-c/Carlos-_Celdran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-9190349853047107611</id><published>2011-04-16T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:09:12.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metrosexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='since'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='point of view about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of a'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='third sex'/><title type='text'>The Third Islands</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Girl, Boy, Bakla, Tomboy. Girl, Boy, Bakla, Tomboy. Ahh Bakla!! Ahh Bakla!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me, ten years ago. I do remember that game where we were all in a big circle then we're gonna chant that phrase over and over again. Lucky for you if you landed to your true gender, its like winning in a lottery that time. But better luck next time for those who won't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This thing was different ten years ago, but now, I realized that the game I played before is a very serious, and a life long matter perhaps.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this liberated and modernized world, third sexes are everywhere, but is kinda funny how it isn't still normal for most of us. In spite of its continuous growing number, we are all kinda distant about discussing this issue, or if ever we did, we'll be arguing about it, and what I mean is an endless argument. &lt;b&gt;Maybe because, it isn't really normal. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When asked about my position in this issue, I'll say: &lt;b&gt;I don't support bisexuality, gays or lesbians, but I do respect them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its kinda cliche, and I am quite sure that someone will dizz me because of this disposition, but I really don't care. Its just that I do think that being bisexual isn't really the right thing, and if ever possible, one must avoid it, its a sin, no matter how great your explanation is, at the end of the road its still a mortal offense, and you can do nothing about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is no point on throwing stones to them. There are still humans, and treating them in the wrong way would even make you worse than them. Instead of judging them, why not help? Help them go through it, or might as well help them change for the better. I myself have lots of bisexual friends in spite of my very young age. I ain't that typical friend who'll say &lt;i&gt;"I'll support you no matter what"&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"Whatever you are be proud of it there's nothing wrong" &lt;/i&gt; instead, I make sure that they know what they are doing, that it isn't the right thing to do. On the other hand, I assure to them that I'll be there for them on this long and unwinding journey they will about to take for their own good. I supply them advices that will slowly tick their minds, and I'll never stop on doing so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;For me, being bisexual is a choice. It doesn't come naturally.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God only made two sexes, the female and the male, so there's no point on saying that it is natural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The solution for this problem is a choice too&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either you'll give in to the temptation or think about the possible consequences, think about &lt;b&gt;what you really are.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at this age, you'll be expecting me to insist that this is a freedom country, and being who you are, such being bisexual, is one of your prerogatives. I'll say no to that. Freedom isn't being crazy about your independence. Yes, you can do whatever you want provided that you aren't off the bounds, that you aren't doing anything that might affect others or in this case, &lt;b&gt;will affect yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And being bisexual isn't being bipolar too. Lol to that. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore girls, but I am absolutely sure that I don't love them in that "way" I really shouldn't. I just like how they are doing things or how they carry themselves. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wanna be like them, not that I wanna be with them. &lt;/span&gt; So for those who keep on saying that I ain't gay or lesbian because I like both girls and boys blah-blah, sorry guys, but &lt;i&gt;I don't believe you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;How about you? Yes you? What do you think about the third islands?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-9190349853047107611?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/9190349853047107611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/third-islands.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/9190349853047107611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/9190349853047107611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/third-islands.html' title='The Third Islands'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-6066571672681457658</id><published>2011-04-14T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:58:24.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landslide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true'/><title type='text'>Defining the Undefinable</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What is love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for an elementary student who will answer her bestfriend's slumnote, I guess its &lt;b&gt;Love is a mystery that is full of mystery.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a highschool freshman that had experience his/her first heartbreak, I reckon it would be &lt;b&gt;Love is when I'm with (State name).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a great philospher&lt;i&gt; (pilosopo)&lt;/i&gt;, it'll be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love is pagmamahal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for me, the appropriate definition for love depends on the person asked, and the answer is just between the two: &lt;b&gt;Chaos or Nirvana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chaos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;When I surf around the internet or when I read my mobile phone's inbox, the most common issue the teens have been experiencing, as far as I can see, are flunked romantic love affairs. It comes on different packages: &lt;i&gt;Failed suitors, unnoticed love, friends-turned-to-lovers, third parties, forbidden love, may-december love affair, bisexual love affair and plenty other more love affair that diminished the true essence of the word &lt;b&gt;FAIR.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have seen some of it in person, and unlike those in movies or in television series, it isn't that easy to cope up or solve the problems related to it. Some of it even grows deeper and deeper that have already affected the way the person feels not just for the other side of the story but also towards her friends, family, God, and even to himself/herself.&lt;div&gt;I personally, am afraid to it, maybe that's why the idea of being with someone hasn't been touching my mind all this time.  I know I ain't strong enough to handle such pains and heartbreaks. And the worst part it, &lt;b&gt;I don't even know if I can even learn to take the risk, even if for the right one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nirvana:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't believe that you can find this one in a romantic relationship, maybe because I haven't really found it yet or because I have been traumatized with other's deranged love problems.&lt;div&gt;I think the the only way to be perfectly happy because of love is between &lt;b&gt;You, your Friends, Your Family, and God.&lt;/b&gt; Its the only way to be carefree without any worries that tomorrow, when you wake up, you'll have no one.It is where the fair share goes, you love them and they absolutely love you back or even more. You'll never be left with nothing, there would be something or someone to hold on to when everything goes insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, it come naturally, you don't have to pretend just to be loved, you don't have to be someone else just to be accepted or you don't have to do anything just to have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xe-kp54wDo4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;My main inspiration for this post. I actually remember someone when I'm listening to this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-6066571672681457658?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6066571672681457658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/defining-undefinable.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6066571672681457658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6066571672681457658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/defining-undefinable.html' title='Defining the Undefinable'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Xe-kp54wDo4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-7312960491616267642</id><published>2011-04-12T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:50:39.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fearless forecast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pageant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bb. Pilipinas 2011'/><title type='text'>Rejecting the Crown</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4vyvj3kvHg/TaUM4dn2_-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ajwj8A82Rhs/s1600/BbPilipinas2011Winners2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4vyvj3kvHg/TaUM4dn2_-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ajwj8A82Rhs/s320/BbPilipinas2011Winners2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594892276241727458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes I am a girl, and I do reject crowns.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was raised not to be in with such competitions. I never joined any &lt;i&gt;sagala&lt;/i&gt; or barangay beauty pageants and will never. Don't get me wrong or anything, I ain't a kill joy but these kinds of stuffs aren't really my thing. &lt;b&gt;I don't even wear heels, yes, even on our Juniors and Seniors Promenade, I was the only one wearing flat sandals.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of these facts, I do understand why some girls are craving to show how "beautiful" they believe they are. It's just a mere kind of ego-booster right? And also, I do appreciate some of them (only some because I get irritated to most of them) like Maria Venus Raj, Precious Lara Quigaman, Charlene Gonzales and Miriam Quiambao there beauty would just leave you hanging with the question: Where the hell did they came from?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, I watched the grand coronation night of Bb. Pilipinas 2011, but not because as if I want it, its just there were no options left for me that night- I'm bored, my sister is on the computer, I can't sleep and there was nothing more suitable to watch. I even skip almost 3/4 of it especially when each of them were given the chance to flaunt and walk solo on the stage. Boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the question and answer was very interesting. I found them a little bit... &lt;b&gt;Over Acting.&lt;/b&gt; Like for every girl that was asked by the judge, it seemed to me like they were thinking on how they can be different among the others, how they can impress the judges and how they can answer &lt;i&gt;ala-beauty queen.&lt;/i&gt; But those things didn't worked for me, because most of them actually forgot the essence of answering it sincerely. &lt;b&gt;I found all of them Fake and Untrue.&lt;/b&gt; And some of them, maybe because of their nerves, hadn't even answered the questions correctly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lacierda:&lt;/b&gt; In spite of these tragedies and calamities happening in this world, what would be the relevance of you winning the crown?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candidate:&lt;/b&gt; Because I believe that if I win the crown I can spread love and peace to everyone... blah blah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(lines not that exact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. That left my jaw hanging for like one minute straight. I was like:&lt;i&gt;What did she said again?&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;What the f*ck is she talking about?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Judge:&lt;/b&gt; Nobody is perfect. What characteristic of yours you might want to change and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candidate: &lt;/b&gt;I can say that I won't change anything about me. And I am proud to say that my imperfectness had brought me here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the beginning I wasn't that impressed or might as well I was irritated. But when she said the second line, it made me smile though, this girl has it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my fearless forecast- none of them will win on the international competition, especially the one hailed as the Miss Universe. I don't find here interesting or edgy, unlike Venus Raj. I bet the judges wouldn't even notice her. She's just beautiful, confident, fake, insincere and i think a little bit bitchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still I would pray for their victory, who knows? maybe i made a very wrong impression. Our country's name is still on their hands and on that I can not do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-7312960491616267642?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7312960491616267642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/rejecting-crown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7312960491616267642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7312960491616267642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/rejecting-crown.html' title='Rejecting the Crown'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4vyvj3kvHg/TaUM4dn2_-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ajwj8A82Rhs/s72-c/BbPilipinas2011Winners2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8166168797989433487</id><published>2011-04-09T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:23:55.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malnourished'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malnourishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><title type='text'>Before the Dessert</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BtYr0H2oeMY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life as it is, is never fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a country like the Philippines, where fast food chains are all over the place and different forms of diet are being practiced, it is funny how poverty and hunger is still alive.  As they say, hunger would be the worst nightmare to anyone, it can even surpass death. If that so, then these people on the video have lived in a life of growing, howling, and excruciating nightmare.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before, my mom would always say to me &lt;i&gt;"Ubusin mo yang kinakain mo dahil maraming batang nagugutom."&lt;/i&gt; I didn't took her seriouly that time, I would even reply &lt;i&gt;"Bakit? Kapag naubos ko ba to mabubusog ba sila? Magkakabit ba ang bituka namin?"&lt;/i&gt;. But now, as I have realized the worst things about life, how I wish I would return back time, and get back to those plates I have wasted before. It is not that I can help them by doing so, its more of a respect and sympathy for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use almost four hours on net surfing, and with that I can almost stumble upon anything. I use to see teenage girls complain about the guy who threw them up or how bad the dress in &lt;i&gt;(State store name here); &lt;/i&gt;or the teenage boys who would give a sh*t to everyone because they lost a game or would kill &lt;i&gt;(State network company here)&lt;/i&gt; 's moderators for giving him such a slow internet/mobile service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I myself is guilty. I curse everyone. I curse life. I curse the whole world for such small things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we guys are the luckiest. We haven't experienced sleeping with growing stomachs nor eating spoiled foods or strangers' leftovers. We are all able to go to school hassle free, unlike those who would literally climb a mountain just to get to their school or even worse, haven't gotten the chance of simply stepping into one, so don't give a damn to your teachers or the subject Math. We are even using stuffs maybe they haven't even heard of. Computers, cellphones, iPods and plenty other more we use to upgrade every two months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But we cannot make a sudden change. Not now. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't just sell our things and give the proceeds to them or we can't just throw stones to our government for them to realize what we have thought of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the old saying goes: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ubusin mo yang kinakain mo dahil maraming batang nagugutom."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us just treasure the things we have and be thankful about it. And don't give a f*ck for simple things you don't even need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hey, before reaching out for the dessert, see to it that you have finished the main course already :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8166168797989433487?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8166168797989433487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/before-dessert.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8166168797989433487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8166168797989433487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/before-dessert.html' title='Before the Dessert'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BtYr0H2oeMY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-861603136289113166</id><published>2011-04-08T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:08:27.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='athlete&apos;s foot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='athletic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='athlete'/><title type='text'>Wishing for an Athlete's Foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh no but not the itchy one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the very first day I have waved hello to the Earth, I haven't been that excellent in the field of sports. You may say that maybe I haven't found the right sport for me yet but believe me, I have been thinking that way for almost fifteen years but still, I can't find that sport my destiny is talking about, or maybe it isn't discovered yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late at night, before going to sleep, I'll be dreaming about a very weird scene in my head. I am a girl. I am strong. And I am hell good on sports! I can run as fast as anyone, I am as strong as any boy, I am as accurate as the best players and I some kinda have a long hair, on which I will eventually sweep away that will take all their breaths away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But out all these fantasies. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a girl. I am weak. And I ain't good on sports.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe this is why I have a thing for good athletes. My friends have noticed that all my crushes have been those athletic ones, and they were correct, I never had a crush with a rock star (except for Miggy Chavez of course) or a boy-next-door. &lt;i&gt;It has always been those with balls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here is a conversation between me and my friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl-Friend (volleyball player)&lt;/b&gt;: You guys screwed up on your last game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy- Friend (basketbll player):&lt;/b&gt; Yeah right cut it out. Blame it on Jamex, he was our center, but he acted as if he was our point guard! Enough of this, how's your group's standing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl- Friend (volleyball plyer):&lt;/b&gt; 5-0 one more win and hello championship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me: . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some of my friends are athletic, I happen to be the one sitting on the audience and cheering to death for them. I had almost got into a cat fight before because of a game, good thing they were able to cool down that girl. I am always cheering in the irritating way, well in fact I don't cheer for my group, I cheer the way their opponents would be ultimately pissed off to the point they won't be able to play the game well. Pretty strategy right? Yeah but super dangerous.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I won't lose this damn hope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-861603136289113166?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/861603136289113166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/wishing-for-athletes-foot.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/861603136289113166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/861603136289113166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/wishing-for-athletes-foot.html' title='Wishing for an Athlete&apos;s Foot'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-6868838867095584631</id><published>2011-04-05T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:33:19.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='willy wonka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie and the chocolate factory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lion king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a walk to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='500 days of summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Keep These Films Rolling</title><content type='html'>I am not that addicted to movies like I am with music. I watch some movies occasionally only when I am on a good mood. I don't go to the movie theater every month or I don't stalk celebrities that much. But then, here are the movies that got to my nerves since the first time I have watched them. (By ranking)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. A Walk to Remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I get it, I'm hopeless romantic. I love the idea of a cute and hard headed guy will eventually change because of his love for a girl. And this movie had in fact made me wish that I am on Jaime's shoes, except of course on the fact that she will eventually die. I love it how the movie went on, especially when Landon made every Jaime's wishes come true. I actually bought the original book, but sad to say I wasn't that satisfied. It wasn't that magical as it was on the movie screen, and it didn't have my favorite scenes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FnttcOGnfg/TZvkmidbbAI/AAAAAAAAATM/WKkIOA5hFF0/s1600/tumblr_kq4w3bBEQI1qa0dhwo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FnttcOGnfg/TZvkmidbbAI/AAAAAAAAATM/WKkIOA5hFF0/s320/tumblr_kq4w3bBEQI1qa0dhwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592314713047002114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MuPsHpKii5o/TZvlrVXNqVI/AAAAAAAAATU/fJQKAjxXa8Y/s1600/SAM_0584.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MuPsHpKii5o/TZvlrVXNqVI/AAAAAAAAATU/fJQKAjxXa8Y/s320/SAM_0584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592315894942247250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Lion King 1, 2 and 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you will ever ask on how my childhood had gone, just watch Lion King and you'll know it. When I was like three to our years old, it has been my daily habit to watch the Lion King on our VHS. Its soundtracks were also my lullabies before. Then when I have learnt about its sequel I nearly died out of excitement! The second installment was as good as the first one and so was the third! It was damn hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ireWhtDfTUQ/TZvnA_ItmdI/AAAAAAAAATc/eJekKotjNJg/s1600/the-lion-king-123-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ireWhtDfTUQ/TZvnA_ItmdI/AAAAAAAAATc/eJekKotjNJg/s320/the-lion-king-123-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592317366444595666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Photo Not Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. 500 Day of Summer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love this movie. Again, I am being hopeless romantic in here. I like it how Tom loved Summer very much. And I like every lines Summer said, especially her philosophy about love, its just so "persuasive"? haha. It also shows the reality about love, unlike those korean films or tv series that shows impossible scenes between couples. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAdfulX7yvY/TZvoyZEVxUI/AAAAAAAAATk/PLNao7bsuyc/s1600/500DaysOfSummer_000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAdfulX7yvY/TZvoyZEVxUI/AAAAAAAAATk/PLNao7bsuyc/s320/500DaysOfSummer_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592319314730796354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing more to say. I reckon everyone loves the idea of living inside a chocolate factory right? Especially when it likes Willy Wonka's! And I also like the message of the movie about how important the family is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lQpzIrqIkc/TZvp5l9FWRI/AAAAAAAAATs/sDvF2loOvjg/s1600/charlieposterlarge.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lQpzIrqIkc/TZvp5l9FWRI/AAAAAAAAATs/sDvF2loOvjg/s320/charlieposterlarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592320537960732946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Country Strong and Camp Rock 1, 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love Leighton Meester forever, so when my sister uploaded this on her iPod I watched it just because of Leighton. I actually skipped some parts just to see where Leighton will appear but apparently I was interested on the storyline and I watched it from beginning to the end. The song selection was good. Gwyneth Paltrow did avery good job (and of course my Leighton!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love Demi Lovato too, she is my favorite teen star, well she is the only ten star I liked. I also love the song selections of the movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh7EI5KaEJw/TZvrjXBlC6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Sy22PntsOCE/s1600/00025561.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh7EI5KaEJw/TZvrjXBlC6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Sy22PntsOCE/s320/00025561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592322355019189154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOJey_ZXfq4/TZvrT0n5i8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/6DAy8cPTzFI/s1600/Country%2BStrong%2Bfilm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOJey_ZXfq4/TZvrT0n5i8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/6DAy8cPTzFI/s320/Country%2BStrong%2Bfilm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592322088086637506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what do you think guys? How about you, what are your favorite movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-6868838867095584631?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6868838867095584631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-these-films-rolling.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6868838867095584631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6868838867095584631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-these-films-rolling.html' title='Keep These Films Rolling'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FnttcOGnfg/TZvkmidbbAI/AAAAAAAAATM/WKkIOA5hFF0/s72-c/tumblr_kq4w3bBEQI1qa0dhwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8001807813694896790</id><published>2011-04-02T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:59:46.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colegio de san gabriel arcangel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true'/><title type='text'>Adieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The day I have been trying to deny had already came. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I have said on my last post, everything ends, and so are the happy days of high school life. I wouldn't be that dreamy to say &lt;i&gt;"hey its for our own good", "hey we better accept this one "&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"hey its our first step towards success" &lt;/i&gt;but instead, I will express it in three words:&lt;b&gt; THIS SHIT SUCKS (BIG TIME).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have found all the greatest first's in my life on my high school level: my first crush, my first heart break (but not a boyfriend), first gold medal, first bitch fight and probably the best, first true friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said that high school life is the best, I didn't understand them way back then during my elementary days. I thought what would be better than lollipops, candies, playtimes and a carefree life? But now, I realized that these things are still the best, only that it would be better if you will do it with those people who can ride on with you all throughout your craziness. So being a high school student, is &lt;b&gt;better than the best.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-JRb1bkSOI/TZffSwpOqZI/AAAAAAAAASs/Elj6GWjSwLc/s1600/untitled1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-JRb1bkSOI/TZffSwpOqZI/AAAAAAAAASs/Elj6GWjSwLc/s320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591182975792228754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utqoLITf9p4/TZffnX41hKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qLLWKcbO5XI/s1600/untitled2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utqoLITf9p4/TZffnX41hKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qLLWKcbO5XI/s320/untitled2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591183329924056226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So as you can see we barely see each other yesterday, yet we are already planning our reunion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Call it korny or whatsoever, we just can't help it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n82G0VmX4HM/TZfhpC-TICI/AAAAAAAAATE/VOdHphcXZHg/s1600/SAM_0573.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n82G0VmX4HM/TZfhpC-TICI/AAAAAAAAATE/VOdHphcXZHg/s320/SAM_0573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591185557692817442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNjv13f8BUM/TZfhCnF9L3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/XKQ53bUuSxo/s1600/SAM_0571.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNjv13f8BUM/TZfhCnF9L3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/XKQ53bUuSxo/s320/SAM_0571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591184897373712242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The fruits of the ass-pains! Hahaha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But now I wonder, what would I be after this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And by the way, I'll be an active blogger again! (I promise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8001807813694896790?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8001807813694896790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/adieu.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8001807813694896790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8001807813694896790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/04/adieu.html' title='Adieu'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-JRb1bkSOI/TZffSwpOqZI/AAAAAAAAASs/Elj6GWjSwLc/s72-c/untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8868131758253001121</id><published>2011-03-18T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T06:34:27.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how the world will end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deliverance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revelation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ready'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apocalypse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of the world'/><title type='text'>Just So You Know- Not a Hoax</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Are You Prepared?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;With these things going around us, I bet everyone is already thinking that this might be the start- the inception of the end. As I have said with my past post &lt;a href="http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/looking-to-end.html"&gt;(click here)&lt;/a&gt;  on which I have stated some theories of the possible apocalypse, everything will come to an end, and it is a fact we have known for quite a long time, only that we're to afraid to accept that its a truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I would go back to my question: &lt;b&gt;Are You Prepared? Are You Ready to Die? Have you done something worth saving for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creepy but true, yes we are all going to die. As for this case, me, &lt;i&gt;no I am not afraid of dying, I am just afraid of being not enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been taking time (for a long time) to know God deeper and feel his presence a little bit stronger. I have been reading the sacred scriptures, I go to the church and I even attend Bible classes, but I know that these things aren't enough. Compared to those people whom I have met all throughout this journey, those who almost dedicated their whole being to God, I am but a dust. I know or myself that my faith isn't that strong, it is in fact quite cold when it is supposed to be warm after all to what I have done. Somehow, I lost that fire within me that keeps me going through life ever since, that lighted me all through out the darkest ties of my life. I lack something, and I really don't know where, when and how could I find it, or even what really it is. All I know is that this fire should be kept burning, and the ignition of it should start with God, and I should keep it burning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact is that everything would be obsolete in the end if this thing wouldn't grow any deeper anymore. I don't want it to be a mere facade in my life, I want it to be my inner deity, where my growth would be inward, rather than outward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I, who's doing something and struggles to do even more, is afraid of being not enough to be delivered, I find it ironic how I gaze around me and saw people who weren't even worried to what's happening around us. Death as it is, is slowly unveiling its whole shadow around us, it comes anywhere, anytime and anyhow. And for &lt;i&gt;YOU &lt;/i&gt;(deduct if yourself if you know you aren't one of them) who aren't doing anything to make things worthwhile, let me tell you something: &lt;b&gt;you are very stupid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, your doldrums wouldn't make you any cooler. Its just making you more vulnerable to a bitter end. Moving to have a strong relationship to the inception Himself would require more effort than just sitting back and relax, but the rewards would be overwhelming, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that this post wouldn't change anyone's life or philosophy, because I know that changing doesn't only require a single moment of realization, it takes time and more moments to realize that you ought to move. This post could be one of these encounters I am talking about, and I would be really happy if it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's come back to the all time question: &lt;b&gt;Are You Prepared for the End? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8868131758253001121?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8868131758253001121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-so-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8868131758253001121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8868131758253001121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just So You Know- Not a Hoax'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-431951129941816441</id><published>2011-02-01T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:09:39.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Man in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TUe_44sVoZI/AAAAAAAAASg/pF9eJI6Du5g/s1600/china_poverty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TUe_44sVoZI/AAAAAAAAASg/pF9eJI6Du5g/s320/china_poverty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568630448278839698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oo nga, umuunlad nga ang Pilipinas, pero bakit kami hindi naman namin nararamdaman?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up with a bright smile to welcome this brand new day. But as I turned on the television, this phrase boomed me, and honestly, I was quite pissed with it. Unfortunately, that incepting bad vibes had continued all throughout the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have already gone to Makati or living in there, probably, you are seen as one of th elite people in the Philippines, &lt;i&gt;Local East Side &lt;/i&gt; perhaps. Maybe, you wear designer shoes and bags;you have airconditioned rooms; you have wi-fi on your house; you have lots of cards (not talking bout those greeting cards) and to sum it all up; you have all the privilege and the capacity to live a wealthy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there it goes, you are a part of the 25% of Filipino people who are lucky enough to feel the economic growth the new administration is flaunting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have heard this weird quotation, which looks like a curse to me: &lt;b&gt;Yung mayaman lalong yumayaman at yung mahirap lalong humihirap.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before the administration of PGMA, this scenario dominated already. Ironic but true, those who are already big are continually growing and those who are sinking continue to be in depth. Together with this chaotic truth, the big question isn't about solving this problem. It is: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So who is to blame?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, the Filipino citizens are the guilty ones. I myself confess that I am a part of those hard-headed Filipino people who are truly having a hard time following simple rules, those signboards on Manila streets specifically. And so, what more are those Senate Bills and other Laws they implement for the said &lt;i&gt;nation's development?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the government has all these ideas to uplift us, but I guess we are all too suspicious to believe that they aren't the only ones that will benefit from it. Maybe, these weird suspicions arouse because of the past conspiracies we have experience, but I guess everything can change, or might as well everything does changes at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have this cleverly bright idea, then you realized that no one would follow or even listen, why would you continue right? Same as those people on the government. We should give them enough time to explain their thoughts and views. Not because we are on a democratic country, we are all obliged to speak our minds out without listening. &lt;i&gt;Duh?&lt;/i&gt; why have we chosen them at the first place when we will always be opposing? That is one thing I have noticed, after we have fired out the past administration which we find a nightmare, we are now up to fire another administration just because they aren't doing the exact things we want to. How about waiting a little longer guys.&lt;br /&gt;This would be the last but probably the climax of all: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;try growing all by yourself, go lift some chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its stupid. We are asking for the government to change while we aren't doing anything for our own benefit. Try looking on the mirror, are those bragging you do are on the just side? Filipinos are more or less 97 million, so how can a group of hundreds can spoon fee all of those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, try to: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trust and Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-431951129941816441?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/431951129941816441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/02/man-in-mirror.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/431951129941816441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/431951129941816441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/02/man-in-mirror.html' title='Man in the Mirror'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TUe_44sVoZI/AAAAAAAAASg/pF9eJI6Du5g/s72-c/china_poverty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-3401886339644345827</id><published>2011-01-25T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T01:15:01.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Killing Maria Clara</title><content type='html'>Playing for kids isn't &lt;i&gt;tumbang preso, patintero,&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;tagutaguan&lt;/i&gt; anymore- it means an hour or two in front of the computer playing the "chaotic" phenomenon DOTA; Sunday isn't a day to rest or serve God anymore- it is a 24 hours (or more) for partying hard till your underwear drop; and sweet girls aren't looking over their tamagotchis- they are now holding whimpering babies of their own.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely, the world today isn't  what it was years ago. Time flies, so does the mind of the people living in the Earth. Everyone is seeking for changes, almost all of its kind, whether bad or good. At some points, we might consider that it is indeed needed, for change is the only permanent thing in this world. But as we stop and take a while to watch things grow a little bewildering, does the question &lt;i&gt;"are these things normal?" &lt;/i&gt;comes to your mind? Cause mine, it always does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I entered high school, I know that something, or might as well &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; would change. I know that I should somehow change the way I was on my elementary days just to fit in, but I never knew that changing involved opening my minds to the worst of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was astound when I realized that most of my classmates had or is having a romantic relationship, and I being an innocent girl, didn't know that it was &lt;b&gt;normal.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Duuh?&lt;/i&gt; Like we were just 12 or 13, what the hell were they thinking? Holding hands, cuddling, public affection were everywhere. I was really shocked about these things, and because of that, they thought that I was quite weird. They used to tell me things about these kinds of stuffs, on how it can make someone happy, fulfilled or inspired. Good thing I didn't stand the chance of taking the risk. I am safe until now. I ain't a part of the &lt;b&gt;30%&lt;/b&gt; total of birth from youth ages &lt;b&gt;15 to 24 years old.&lt;/b&gt; I was able to resist the temptation they were urging me. Now most of them are now dwelling the crisscross road of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another change of route would be the youth's inclination to technology. I myself, is guilty of this. Needless to say, everyone owns something that has radiation on it. Cellular phones, laptop, personal computers, iPods, and a whole lot more. In fact, there are now two dimensions existing, the mortal and the cyber one. On my observation, the cyber world is the complete opposite of the reality. What you see (or read) isn't always what you get, everything could be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;Statistics show that &lt;b&gt;6 out of 10&lt;/b&gt; people are socially drenched with the cyberworld. That, I can never condemn. Because honestly, people can express their minds (and even hearts) out through the internet, just like what you are reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just what I have said, radiation is present to these kind of stuffs. This energetic particles may affect our mental and psychological aspect and even triggers some serious diseases when taken excessively. Studies show that &lt;b&gt;two hours&lt;/b&gt; usage of internet is bad for our health. This fact is a nightmare, for the sad truth is two hours isn't enough for someone who has a cyber persona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These things aren't the worst of the bunch, but probably the most visible of all. As far as I see, these kinds of changes could have been tolerated when we wanted too. These things doesn't only kill the traditions we used to do but also, they are killing pages of legacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;God, may you take these curious hearts to the right path.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-3401886339644345827?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3401886339644345827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/killing-maria-clara.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/3401886339644345827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/3401886339644345827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/killing-maria-clara.html' title='Killing Maria Clara'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-2469452589656622729</id><published>2011-01-18T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T02:48:11.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true'/><title type='text'>Singing a Song of True Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What is true faith?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, I ain't talking about the famous band on the Philippines who sang &lt;i&gt;Dahil Ikaw.&lt;/i&gt; When people hear the word &lt;i&gt;faith,&lt;/i&gt; they would define it as a strong belief or confidence to a certain thing or person. It is indeed, a simple five lettered word that people would hear at least hundreds of times all throughout their lives. But indeed, if we let ourselves comprehend the word faith a bit deeper, we can conclude that it is a powerful thing one can ever achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For me, true faith would be the best thing we could offer to the Lord God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith in the Lord would be the most intimate spiritual state one can ever attain. It is when the you have given your whole life to the Lord, and you believe that anything He may do would be for your own good. But as the word "best" accompanies it, clutching it would never be a walk in the park. Anyone can say that "I have a faith in the Lord" or "I believe in God" but their actions and the truth behind these statements might be the exact opposite of these.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Achieving faith isn't a sole action.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let us all admit it, believing into something we haven't seen or experienced yet would be really difficult. So how come we can push ourselves to trust on the Lord while He is an invisible God? The answer is we cannot. No matter how hard we try, we cannot push the boat alone towards the ocean. God would make a way to help you do it even in the most complicated way. He will make you hungry and he will make you look beyond the visible realm. It maybe by means of problems, wherein we will just find ourselves helpless and He would be the only One we could lean on to; it may be other people's work wherein we will eventually find someone that seems to be pushing us towards Him, well in fact it was Him who was intervening; miraculous coincidence, wherein we would be astonished on how something happened that seems to be lifting us to Him; and plenty other more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faith isn't just an internal action, we should show it to the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you have faith, don't be afraid to be transparent about it! You should show that you have given your full life to the Lord God and you believe that nothing would go wrong because of the perfect God you're now trusting. There is nothing wrong if people might condemn you about this, it may happen, &lt;i&gt;it always happen. &lt;/i&gt; Just take these verdicts as a test on your faith wherein you should pass in order to be developed and to make you stronger.&lt;div&gt;But as a living person, we sometimes doubt if we're doing the right thing, like laying it all to someone we haven't seen the existence yet as if we had already gave up our future. Do not worry, you aren't alone on feeling that way. Nevertheless, God will show you that you have nothing to be afraid of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like any other things, there would come a time wherein God will test you faith.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just like what I have said a while ago, there would be things to shake your faithfulness. At some points, you would just feel that your faith have decreased, as if you're doing wrong or you aren't doing something. Again, you have nothing to fear. Often times our expression of faith maybe intervened by our emotions, like when we are ecstatic, we feel our faith is really high, and when we are sad, it seems like we are far away from God. When you truthfully achieved faith, it wouldn't be taken away from you with just a glimpse unless you are the one to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;There would be daily trials, and there would be bigger persecution that would leave you on the edge of falling. But again, &lt;i&gt;just believe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The product of true faith.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe, at this time, you would be realizing that aiming and moving to achieve true faith would never be easy. But as you suffer and face all the trials, you are slowly being righteous to the Lord God, which is, the best thing a person can ever experience. He is also preparing a room in heaven for us, probably the best room one can ever imagine. The product of all our hardship would be unexplainable for human dialect, for it would be perfect, beautiful and maybe the best thing one can ever get. God won't let us lose the game we played for Him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;How bout you, do you think that you have a true faith?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-2469452589656622729?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2469452589656622729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/singing-song-of-true-faith.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/2469452589656622729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/2469452589656622729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/singing-song-of-true-faith.html' title='Singing a Song of True Faith'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8943167306405290104</id><published>2011-01-15T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:26:03.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how the world will end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conspiracies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doomsday'/><title type='text'>Looking to the End</title><content type='html'>It has always been a fact to all of us- &lt;b&gt;everything and everyone will come to an end. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good dream would soon be ended by an irritating alarm clock; a good habit would be perished because of boredom; a good relationship would die because of some internal or external reasons; and even us, our lives, would come to a final stop.&lt;div&gt;If you have read the Holy Scripture, the book of Revelation reveals how the world would come to an end. I as a Christian, believes it even though my logical side wouldn't let me. The scene is worse than a nightmare, yet if you believe in God, you'll know that you have nothing to fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the only theory about the world's end- &lt;i&gt;before.&lt;/i&gt; But as time flies, and as the human mind becomes more clever, they have formulated different ideas about the world's final destination. And here are some of it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Nanobots or Nano-robots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Science's major goal would probably be the lengthening of human life. This fact includes fighting certain diseases that may lead to death. Scientists of today formulated a concepts of using &lt;i&gt;nanobots, &lt;/i&gt; microscopic robots that aims to kill cancer cells or viruses that causes illnesses in the human body to prevent possible death. But this nanobots are designed to multiply every second, thus, at no time, it might dominate the whole body of a certain individual. So just like the movie cartoon series &lt;i&gt;transformers &lt;/i&gt;nanobots might be the root of robotic imperialism to the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TTKkRw4Qr6I/AAAAAAAAASA/p0IFaNP0_4M/s1600/nanobots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TTKkRw4Qr6I/AAAAAAAAASA/p0IFaNP0_4M/s320/nanobots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562689114841591714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Planet Nibiru or the 2012 doomsday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creepy right? If this is true, then this would be our last year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planet Nibiru or Planet X, is an extremely large planet which is said to collide on the planet Earth on December 21st 2012. But before the major catastrophe, the magnetic field of the Earth would change as it slowly draw nearer the Planet Nibiru, thus, resulting to tragedies like tsunamis, earthquake, volcanic eruptions, cyclones, hurricanes and other more that would happen simultaneously. It has been written all over the web that the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) had knew this thing for quite a long time but decided to conceal the truth so the people would not be frightened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TTKmR9CQlNI/AAAAAAAAASI/h1Rl5wsJfpM/s1600/nanobots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TTKmR9CQlNI/AAAAAAAAASI/h1Rl5wsJfpM/s320/nanobots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562691317128008914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Supernova&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe all of the fifth grader knows that our Sun is the largest star on the entire galaxy. And preferably, all the high school students out there had already learned that a every star would die through an explosion. So what does these things mean? If the Sun is a star then if the stars explode, then the Sun would explode! Yes it is, and it would probably the greatest explosion one can ever imagine. It is called the supernova, wherein the Sun would explode like a normal star together with all the heavenly bodies around it, including the Solar system, including Earth... including us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TTKoH8VSLYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9COuqvbNi_s/s1600/nanobots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TTKoH8VSLYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9COuqvbNi_s/s320/nanobots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562693344163933570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Climate Change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This theory would be the most evidently visible to all of us, the theory about Climate Change. Slowly, everything seems to be turning upside down from the normal prospect of the Earth. Typhoons and other natural calamities are being worse, and the natural temperatures of the parts of the Earth are being screwed up. Greenhouse gases are now free to enter our atmosphere because the ozone layer (which is the thing that should be protecting us) has been growing thinner because of the chlorofluorocarbon which is exerted by our appliances and plenty other stuffs. So the bottom line is, we are the main reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TTKqbHDIYzI/AAAAAAAAASY/EL1H9EnK0PU/s1600/nanobots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TTKqbHDIYzI/AAAAAAAAASY/EL1H9EnK0PU/s320/nanobots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562695872481354546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But if I am the one to be asked if I believe in these tragedies, well I don't. I do believe that the Revelation on the Holy Bible will happen.&lt;div&gt;And if I am afraid in the world's end? Not either. Because I know that there is a Great Man above who is stronger than any of these catastrophes. And I know that the world's end would be the beginning of the paradise He once promised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8943167306405290104?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8943167306405290104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/looking-to-end.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8943167306405290104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8943167306405290104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/looking-to-end.html' title='Looking to the End'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TTKkRw4Qr6I/AAAAAAAAASA/p0IFaNP0_4M/s72-c/nanobots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8786084878956601150</id><published>2011-01-13T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:52:12.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='division of san jose del monte bulacan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rspc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lathalain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>Pagpigil sa Takipsilim</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TOPIC: YOUTH/ KABATAAN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagpigil sa Takipsilim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hanap ko lamang ay ang walang humpay na kaligayahan."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasabay ng muling paglitaw ni haring araw sa kalangitan, patuloy na umuusbong ang kabi-kabilang suliranin na kailangan kong indahin. Masaktan man ako, magalit at managhoy, wala itong magagawa sa aking paghihirap na nararanasan at mararanasan pa. Marami man ang mga taong nais tumulong sa akin, batid ko sa aking sarili na wala silang permanenteng solusyon na maibibigay sa akin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ako ay kabilang sa 1/3 na populasyon ng mga kabataan sa Pilipinas. Isa ako sa mga nilalang na naghahanap ng pagunawa at gabay sa aking tatahaking buhay. Ang daan na aming tinatahak ay sadyang napakadilim, at dala na rin ng aming kapusukan, madali kaming maimpluwensyahan ng mga tao sa paligid namin. Mahina at walang sapat na proteksyon laban sa rumaragasang mga tukso sa paligid namin. Kami ay ang mga kakaibang nilalang na nabubuhay sa mundong ibabaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takot sa kahit na sino. Takot na magkamali. Takot na masaktan. Takot na hindi matanggap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30% sa aming bilang ay tuluyan ng napasok sa maling gawain. Ang mga kababaihan ay nagdalang tao na wala sa hustong edad, ang iba ay lulong sa bisyo at ipinagbabawal na gamot, at ang iba naman ay nasangkot na sa mga krimen. Kami ay kinukundena... hinuhusgahan. Pilit na binabago ng lipunang hindi matanggap na kami ay tao lamang na nagkakamali. Pilit kaming hinuhubog sa anyo na sila lamang ang makikinabang. Pilit kaming pinapasok sa isang maliwanag na lagusan kung saan hindi ko alam kung ano ang naghihintay sa aming lahat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naglipana ang mga bagay na ginagawa ng mga nakakatanda upang kami ay maihatid sa tinatawag nilang tamng landas. Ang mga naligaw kong kasamahan ay inilalagay sa mga rehabilitation centers na pumapatay sa kanilang kalayaan. Ang iba ay dinadala sa Department of Social Welfare and Development kung saan sila ay tinataguyod ng matiwasay ngunit inihahanda para sa mas mga matitinding laban. Ang iba ay nililibang sa iba't ibang gawaing hindi nila lubos maisip kung tama o mali, ngunit pilit na pinagtutulakan sa kanila.A ang pinakamasaklap, an iba naman ay inilalagay sa likod ng malalamig na rehas kung saan ang pag-asa sa kanilang damdamin ay unti-unting pinapatay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngunit ang solusyon ay hindi nahahanap sa ano mang mga proyekto, ito ay inyong makikita sa kaibuturan ng inyong damdamin. Ang inyong pagunawa at pagkalinga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngunit ang mura naming pagiisip ay binulag ang aming pagtingin sa reyalidad ng buhay. Kinakailangan namin ng mga matang siyang magdadala sa amin ng liwanag. Ang mga suliranin ay pinilay kami, kinakailangan namin ng mga paa na maghahatid sa amin sa tamang daan. Kailangan namin kayo, hindi ang mga ginagawa ninyo upang kami ay mabago. Tulungan niyo kaming mapigilan ang nagbabadyang takipsilim sa aming magandang kinabukasan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shocked? Well me either. This would be my very first blog post that is written on th Filipino dialect. I don't know if it will sound good, but I am quite happy to the result of it. This is a feature article (Lathalain). To the campus journalists out there, I am quite sure you know what it is. Well for others who don't, its a literary piece made to entertain and inform people mostly about current issues of the society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been a Feature writer ever since, but on the English medium. So this one is quite new for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8786084878956601150?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8786084878956601150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/pagpigil-sa-takipsilim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8786084878956601150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8786084878956601150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/pagpigil-sa-takipsilim.html' title='Pagpigil sa Takipsilim'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-5452829570953576695</id><published>2011-01-11T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T06:58:43.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year'/><title type='text'>2010: Best Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its quite late for me to post a year-end special here in my blog since 2011 had already started. But these things are just too precious to neglect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Best madness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two words suddenly popped on my mind when I thought of reminiscing 2010. Simple and shallow, yet these is the exact predicate to describe the past year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 was mad. Really mad. With just a span of 12 months, lots of things have changed in and out of me. Regardless to its cause, these changes were involuntary, they just happened... they &lt;i&gt;needed&lt;/i&gt; to happen. But in spite of the negative things that went out together with these changes, they brought out the best in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Change of administration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us begin to the macro one. The term of the Aquino administration started last year. If you are reading my blog from the very beginning, I am sure that you are aware of the warmth welcome I have given to them. Needless to say I was happy, no... I was ecstatic of his victory. As far as I can remember, I even changed my blog's theme from its legendary black and white into black and yellow just to campaign his candidacy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. New people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have met lots of people during 2010. Luckily, most of them were on the positive side and the trash ones were just few. There were transferee students in my school, on which I needed to exert effort just to please them (but its worth it!); new teachers that made me even better, especially my new School Paper Advisers Mr. Immanuel Tucay and Winalyn Catacutan whom never failed to remind me about life and trained me during the schools' press conference; and new administrators. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But preferably the new people that really made a mark on me would be the ones I have met during the Regional Schools Press Conference. We were from different schools and we have different personalities, yet we were able to connect with each other so well! Though we only had less than one month together, we seemed to be inseparable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                             &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TSxnBBAJL3I/AAAAAAAAARg/Vvoe-04FaOk/s320/36163_127196340666823_100001293741811_147915_843742_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560932907042287474" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TSxnSzO5LaI/AAAAAAAAARo/lYl2ChsH6Lg/s320/163015_157285980984070_100001080064231_268450_4373972_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560933212583701922" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My S.P.A's and Filipino Broadcasters of City of San Jose del Monte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. I gained confidence and "a bit" of independence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always knew that I was different, yet I have never been confident that my uniqueness was good. My weirdness often puzzled me that maybe, I may look stupid to other people. But I don't know that suddenly, I felt great that I am different. Maybe that's what they call maturity. I felt unique, in the good way, like everything is good and that maybe, somehow, someone will even like the way I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am about to enter college life, my parents would now allow me to go to different places alone or with my friends. And I love how they did things. Before, I was not able to go to other places except my&lt;i&gt; legal friends' &lt;/i&gt;houses and I was trained to text them every moment when I am outside. They made everything perfect, I ain't that&lt;i&gt; "gala" &lt;/i&gt;(adventorous) so much and I am not that numb because of too much dependence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TSxq3pOIFpI/AAAAAAAAARw/4eZkiirbfz0/s1600/tumblr_lehv59txsO1qby6rio1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TSxq3pOIFpI/AAAAAAAAARw/4eZkiirbfz0/s320/tumblr_lehv59txsO1qby6rio1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560937144086173330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Determining my dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is final and nobody can ever change this one, I want to be a magazine or newspaper  columnist or a school paper adviser. Maybe you guys know that I am a campus journalist, and I cannot seem to erase that on my life. I always wanted to be a writer, since my elementary days, and that simple &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; was ignited and now it turned out to be a desperate dream! On the other hand, the school paper adviser thingy, is urged by the two teachers above. I never thought I would consider this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Deeper relationship with God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During 2009, I met some people who introduced the true identity of God. Slowly, I realized that it wasn't them whose pushing me through, but God Himself. I have experienced His greatness personally, He never failed to comfort me and remind me that He is always with me. When I have problems, I confess it to Him and at no time He will answer it, at the most unbelievable place in the most believable time. I am currently strengthening my faith, I ain't having hard time because God is helping me. How privileged I am for the Lord God is helping me in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TSxvi3JS2SI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7ca1qNlro5U/s1600/165679_1407193998841_1802183386_773261_3004194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TSxvi3JS2SI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7ca1qNlro5U/s320/165679_1407193998841_1802183386_773261_3004194_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560942284604889378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you guys for constantly checking out my blog in spite of my inactiveness! I love my followers and you guys are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great 2011 and may you continue to bear with the outrageous writer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-5452829570953576695?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5452829570953576695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-best-madness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/5452829570953576695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/5452829570953576695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-best-madness.html' title='2010: Best Madness'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TSxnBBAJL3I/AAAAAAAAARg/Vvoe-04FaOk/s72-c/36163_127196340666823_100001293741811_147915_843742_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-126285249206266402</id><published>2010-12-13T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T05:02:40.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlene abiog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Bouncing Friendship</title><content type='html'>I am back again guys! Sorry for being inconsistent all the time. Today I am super active and tomorrow I'll fade, ahmm maybe you should get used to it guys. I hav been addicted with &lt;a href="http://rheagulin.tumblr.com/"&gt;my tumblr&lt;/a&gt; that I almost spend three straight hours on it. Well, enough said. This is my comeback post so this better be good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your best friend is your worst enemy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; True.  But for me... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your worst enemy is your best friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; would fit me more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene and I's friendship started during our freshmen days. I really hate her that time, like to the highest level, like anytime, I am ready to slap her face and push her to the ground. We were both young by that time, and understanding each other's difference was a big trial, plus the fact that we weren't open on doing so. She was some kinda &lt;i&gt;hey-look-i'm-kind-and-pretty-you-all-will-love-me &lt;/i&gt;while I went &lt;i&gt;f*ck-yeah-all-I-don't-care-on-what-you-think. &lt;/i&gt;In short, we were completely on different poles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to back stab each other, and I was so mean that time that I almost made our whole class mad, well, furious to her. Everything she did was completely wrong for me, in fact, a simple smile from her can make me bitter. The flames of my anger were also ignited by a bad spirit, and I would hate to mention this creature here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opposites attract.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My classmates organized a sort of open-forum before our recognition day. They all went crying to each other but I was too naive to bother about them. But when it was Charlene who was speaking, I did listen, and even weeped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized plenty of things that time, she was misunderstood, unaccepted, unjustly criticized and displeased without any reasons. The wallflower that I almost wished to fade was just a shadow to my true identity, maybe that was the reason on why I disliked her so much, I can not accept that I was seeing myself in her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we entered our sophomore year, we were inseparable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never ending trials.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she had her first heartbreak, I nearly made a scene while confronting girls who were involved in the problem (though I always knew my temper will make everything worse). She didn't noticed my efforts on uplifting her, I felt wasted. I observed distance from her, she noticed it then we confronted each other. We ended up crying and being stronger.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family really hates her! She is just the one my mother and sister would always hate to be my friend. Again, we cooled everything off then the next thing we knew was that we missed each other so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other friends hate her too, they thought that she was just wasting all my efforts on sustaining our closeness. Our priorities and personal problems affected the way we treat each other. My cramming made me a bit demanding and really boastful and super misunderstanding while her family issues made her vulnerable and weak. We really exchanged harsh words one can ever imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Uy bhe sorry ha."&lt;/b&gt;- I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Okay lang, sorry din."&lt;/b&gt; - She replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Che! Hahaha."&lt;/b&gt; - I LOLed. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Na2uvBgRoFs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Na2uvBgRoFs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;today they fight tomorrow they'll protect each other, today they almost slap one another then tomorrow they'll be hugging back. they always clash yet end up consoling each other. the only difference is that we're not on the upper east side. It's us girl. Accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-126285249206266402?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/126285249206266402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/12/bouncing-friendship.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/126285249206266402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/126285249206266402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/12/bouncing-friendship.html' title='Bouncing Friendship'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8463753303742371506</id><published>2010-11-22T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:36:10.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Behind the Afro</title><content type='html'>Last week, nothing really significant happened to my life but to my identity, I guess I have to say there were a lot. Somehow, out of the blue, I realized somethings that made me ashame and proud at the same time about my self. Weird as it were, but I realized it gave me a certain distinction about my uniqueness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;70's OBSESSION- &lt;/b&gt;So we were asked to perform ballroom dance as a part of our mid quarter exam on M.A.P.E.H. And my teacher said that it might involve sway, boogie and plenty other more. When I tried researching about those stuffs, I landed on the disco fever during the 70's and somehow, I was fascinated over it. I love the afros and the bell bottoms and especially the music! Michael Jackson and BeeGees has always been my favorite, but now I'm addicted to them! So yeah, while other teenage girls are going gagaover korean stuffs, I am enchanted with disco fever... how I wish I can turn back time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="314"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/58vRP_QsGcE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/58vRP_QsGcE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="314"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REALITY BOOKS-&lt;/b&gt; So that's how I call them! Because they do happen on real life, and they can inspire people! My classmates used to seek books on which there would be magicians and vampires and plenty other more freaky stuffs, but I prefer those tear jerkers and even simple stories behind a girl growing up. My friends says that these kind of books are boring, but not for me. Somehow, these piece of art teach me how to live well and provide me sneak peaks on how complicated life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;                  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TOtsS3CFG1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tB5Y5fZptv0/s1600/n280186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TOtsS3CFG1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tB5Y5fZptv0/s320/n280186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542642837675645778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TOts3Oe7mBI/AAAAAAAAARE/8fVg1D-I5Cg/s1600/1186383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TOts3Oe7mBI/AAAAAAAAARE/8fVg1D-I5Cg/s320/1186383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542643462445963282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TOttSqh1GeI/AAAAAAAAARM/GRYfpl3bovw/s1600/little%2Bwomen_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;A big thanks for absorbing my weirdness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8463753303742371506?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8463753303742371506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/11/behind-afro.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8463753303742371506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8463753303742371506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/11/behind-afro.html' title='Behind the Afro'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TOtsS3CFG1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tB5Y5fZptv0/s72-c/n280186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-7365993022955154816</id><published>2010-11-15T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:42:43.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thorned'/><title type='text'>Tale of a Thorned Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00655/news-graphics-2007-_655345a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 150px;" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00655/news-graphics-2007-_655345a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a normal thing if you have been taking good care of a red rose since the very first day, it will eventually be visible to the soil you have sowed it in. Every morning you will wake up and make sure that it is completely safe. Every once in a while you will sprinkle a perfect amount of water. You would place a generous amount of fertilizer to revive and maintain its glow. It would be as fragrant as your perfume, it would be as red as a fresh blood which Edward always craved for, it would make everyone else envious, and it would be perfect- everything would be worth it. But even before it has completely sprouted, it is quite, well, extremely depressing if you will see it dried up already. You will immediately wonder what have you done wrong and what haven't you done yet. Eventually, you will find yourself trying to revive its beauty. You'll sprinkle more water, you'll provide it more fertilizer, if possible you will guard it 24/7. But then, you will eventually realize that it might grow again, but not as the rose you once dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Over the 195 countries in the world, teenage pregnancy would be the most crucial yet undeniable fact about the society. Statistics in the United States shown that each year, almost one million teenagers ages 15-19 years old, 10% of the total number of women, became pregnant and would eventually have their second child approximately two years after their first. That was, during 2007, so obviously, these numbers might have increased or increasing at this very moment. Like a rocket launching through the sky at the count of three, maybe on the year 2015, normal moms would age 19 years old and below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Patricia, 16 years old, revealed that she is now four months pregnant on her first child. She is in fact bewildered on how it had happened, while she had been doing &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; for many times. She ran away from her house from the very moment she has learned about her situation, and now living together with a boy which is surprisingly, not the father of the child she bears but claims it as his. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Patricia is a pretty girl, and it is really confusing on why she is fond of mingling with any guys, specifically 8 years older than she is. When her friends would be asked, they won't be surprised if she has been pregnant, &lt;i&gt;"its in her nature."&lt;/i&gt; they revealed. She grew up with a broken family, her father left their family to be with someone else and her mother is working to sustain their living, and she is left with her aunt whom, as she says, never cared much about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now she is thorned. Wondering whom would be the unfortunate father. The baby would have no surname and she would be considered a whore- &lt;b&gt;perfect.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By now, the lady with the red rose realized where have gone wrong and why did her lovely flower came to a malady. &lt;i&gt;"It is now on how I took care of her, the problems began on the roots itself. And now, you can never cut out and replace it roots again to retrieve its glow."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-7365993022955154816?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7365993022955154816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/11/tale-of-thorned-rose.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7365993022955154816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7365993022955154816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/11/tale-of-thorned-rose.html' title='Tale of a Thorned Rose'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-4666725535832010107</id><published>2010-11-05T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:46:31.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stripper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherubim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Weeping Cherubim</title><content type='html'>Maybe you all know that I am a campus journalist ever since I entered high school and I am freaking proud about it. Unfortunately, I did not won on the individual contest I joined (feature writing) so I have not wrote any articles again since last month. And as I was about to write again for our school paper, it seems like my mind was drained. So I decided to take a warm up before writing my final article... and here is the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is but a simple girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind swifts gently through her face making her hair cover her whole identity. She is a normal girl who stares at the moon blankly, dreaming that someday, it will raise her up from the dark abyss she is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is but a lassie with perfect curves, with tantalizing eyes, kissable lips, endearing smile and an impeccable face of an angel… yet she has nothing. Darkness overwhelms the lovely creature she is seeing through the one way mirror, and there is no way she can escape this fact. But instead of having another dramatic moment that would soon be put into waste, she has a lot more things to do. For about an hour or two, she would be holding a handful of valuable papers, which she would exchange for another chapter of her precious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red lipstick makes her more gorgeous, but less human. The tight dress that covers her whole body is obviously not enough to cover the mayhem of juvenility. The pastels that should conceal the worst have in fact highlighted it. She is the most beautiful disaster one could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she slowly takes off her clothes, she is also ripping off half of her life. With the invisible blindfold she has over the agonizing truth, she has to lose everything to win another day of catastrophes. Together with the tempting sound of silence, she would have to groove her way and captivate the minds of possible money makers, whom might be a collection of adulterers, maniacs and a whole lot more. Cheers would be thrown upon her, yet she would feel an engulfing load of despair. A blended feeling of pain, sadness and melancholic aura all rolled into one. An endless nightmare indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is but a simple girl&lt;/span&gt;- clutched into the darkness… stripped off from the innocent life she should have… and shackled with the criticisms of society. But behind the tempting devil in flame, lies the weeping cherubim she has to conceal to survive life’s tornadoes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So what you think? hehehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-4666725535832010107?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4666725535832010107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/11/weeping-cherubim.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4666725535832010107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4666725535832010107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/11/weeping-cherubim.html' title='Weeping Cherubim'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-4205992511017761701</id><published>2010-11-02T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T01:09:14.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='income'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earning'/><title type='text'>Money Doesn't Grow on Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ask2link.com/refer/rheiyapot"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ask2link.com/img/paid-to-paypal.gif" alt="Earn money from your website/blog by, selling text links, banner ads - Advertisers can, buy links, from your blog for SEO. Get paid through PayPal" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let us admit: money has been one of the driving forces why Earth is still rotating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need money and we are all freakingly aware about that. I myself is just a teenager but I am completely aware on the financial problems around our household, and also, around the whole nation. It is not weird nowadays that youths are also striving to make some money, because it does not grow on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my case, I had an online job before but sad to say, because of my internet disconnection, I lost it. And now, I am desperately looking for another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I landed on &lt;a href="http://www.ask2link.com/refer/rheiyapot"&gt;Ask Link&lt;/a&gt;. It is a site where advertisers get to have enough traffic they need for products and us blogger can get the money we want! So that would be a win win situation for all! You just have to sit back, relax and wait for the publishers to pick your site, blog about their products and count your money! They send payments via Paypal and other credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Join now! &lt;a href="http://www.ask2link.com/refer/rheiyapot"&gt;Click me Darling!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-4205992511017761701?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4205992511017761701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/11/money-doesnt-grow-on-trees.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4205992511017761701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4205992511017761701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/11/money-doesnt-grow-on-trees.html' title='Money Doesn&apos;t Grow on Trees'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-991931181324315637</id><published>2010-10-31T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:58:03.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>A Promise in the Dungeon</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Denied another day, life took you away. I love you just the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0wfDbhUzlo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0wfDbhUzlo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Halloween to all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe most of you would be spending  (or had already spent) the whole day to cemeteries to reminisce and remember your deceased loved ones, but me, I am just staying here in our house... cherishing the living instead of the dead, in short... spending the whole holiday with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the song, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Promise by Chicosci&lt;/span&gt;. I posted it here because I guess it would be the best song for this season. &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/chicosci/a_promise.html"&gt;Click here for the complete lyrics!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unfortunately we did not have our halloween party at the school and I was so much disappointed and depressed about it. Aside from the annual press conference, that is the best thing about high school for me instead of the Christmas party which I find so baduy. The school administrators said that we can have our party on October 29, 1 pm to 6pm while it should has been a practice for almost five years that it would be held at exactly 6 pm to 10pm. So how was that?! Afternoon Halloween party? Its not Tea Party with the dolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and my sister just decided to wear our costumes and have a pictorial. Do not luagh guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creepy Japanese Doll&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confused Witch&lt;/span&gt;. Think that way please. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TM45zGIMAyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2IhBr9xztpk/s1600/IMG0661A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TM45zGIMAyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2IhBr9xztpk/s320/IMG0661A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534424542065984290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TM46QA9lH6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/_1iRMd6vmQw/s1600/IMG0664A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TM46QA9lH6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/_1iRMd6vmQw/s320/IMG0664A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534425038895521698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-991931181324315637?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/991931181324315637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/promise-in-dungeon.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/991931181324315637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/991931181324315637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/promise-in-dungeon.html' title='A Promise in the Dungeon'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TM45zGIMAyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2IhBr9xztpk/s72-c/IMG0661A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-2412838938381179231</id><published>2010-10-24T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T06:44:18.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>And the Court says Im Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I pledge guilty in front of the 94.3 million Filipino peoples facing towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading different celebrities' blogs ever since I started blogging, especially &lt;a href="http://superbainca.blogspot.com/"&gt;superbianca&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pattylaurel.blogspot.com/"&gt;pattylaurel&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://isabellamagalona.com/"&gt; isabellamagalona&lt;/a&gt;, and of course the best of all, &lt;a href="http://ramonbautista.tumblr.com/"&gt;ramonbautista&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know why but everytime I can get to see celebrity blog, it seems like they are just normal people...doing things what I do too.And I noticed, some of them has at least one entry regarding their guilty pleasures, so I decided to be a copycat and post it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies and gentlemen, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guilty pleasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sundaes-&lt;/span&gt; Ever since as a kid, or even before I have entered the world, I really love choco sundaes. Even though I am really full and my stomach is yelling me to stop eating, I can never contain myself on eating sundaes... as in. Especially McDonald's Hot Choco Fudge! I would really pay for an additional Choco Fudge... savory at its best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Staring at Models-&lt;/span&gt; hehehe, this is embarrassing. Actually, this is the first time that I am going to admit that I am such a huge... well gigantic fans of models! This might sound so girly and so not me but I would have to admit it. I like staring at them and wonder why are they so much beautiful even without their make up on. I like to wonder how they became like that, is there a sort of ritual, a complicated routine or are they just like that ever since?  And I like it how they play in front of the camera, especially Tyra Banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Retro and Vintage Music-&lt;/span&gt; i like the songs of Beatles, BeeGees and of course Michael Jackson. I also like Zooey Deschannel's songs because it makes me feel matured yet childish, serious yet playful, in short- insane! all hail to the 80's and 90's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Dizzing Pinoy Teledrama-&lt;/span&gt; i watch Pinoy teledramas not to entertain myslef by the show itself but merely to criticize it. I am used on telling how the story will go in accordance of famous cliches like (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh patay yan tapos buhay pala tapos magkapatid pala&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malulunod tapos mapupunta sa isla, magkakasakit si lalaki tapos maiinlove kay babae&lt;/span&gt;) and also I like to make myself angry and irritated with the oh-so-stupid-tear-jerkers, the protagonists. Murder me now for being so rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Gossip Girl-&lt;/span&gt; as of now, I like it more than Glee... and more than any shows. I like Blair, I have a crush on Nate, I find Jenny really pretty, I find Chuck's voice really funny, I like the attitude o Vanessa, I find Humphrey really interesting and... I love Serena so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Camp Rock and Demi Lovato- &lt;/span&gt;I really love it! Ever since I have seen Camp Rock 1, I fell in love with it like super! and when Camp Rock 2 was launched i fell in love more and I suddenly found myself idolizing Demi Lovato so much! Darn you Joe Jonas for leaving her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Pirates-&lt;/span&gt; it started when I first knew about Peter Pan, my favorite bed time story/ fairy tale of all time. But ironical, I don't like Peter, Wendy or Tinkerbell... I love Captain Hook! And when I have watched Pirates of the Carribean I was like floating on Cloud 9! Then I realized that maybe, I am destined to become a pitrate. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Daydreaming-&lt;/span&gt; oh again this is embarrassing. Well I am used on creating impossible scenarios on my mind that others might call illusions. I sometimes make believe that these are true. I usually base my daydreams on a movie, especially romantic drama ones... hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you, what are your guilty pleasures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-2412838938381179231?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2412838938381179231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-courts-says-im-guilty.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/2412838938381179231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/2412838938381179231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-courts-says-im-guilty.html' title='And the Court says Im Guilty'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-7042927441660762203</id><published>2010-10-19T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T07:00:32.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dsspc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rspc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true'/><title type='text'>The True Victory</title><content type='html'>Maybe some of you guys would have known me a sunshineghirl and rheiyapot before I became outrageous writer. I always get into a super long hiatus that will eventually lead me on quitting and deleting my blog despite the efforts I have made just to sustain it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess none of you really knew the reasons, so I decided to reveal it if you would mind. I am fond of joining out of school writing competitions and once it gets started, I am really having a hard time unclutching my grip into it.&lt;br /&gt;When the month of September comes, our school would be really busy for out of school competitions. In fact, sometimes, there would only be five students left in the room as if a super typhoon had suspended the class because almost all of us are contestants. And me, you will just see me on our school library writing something infinitely... or maybe sleeping in front of the electric fan. :) Yeah, I only join writing contests &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kasi yun lang ang kaya ko) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I won some of the competitions. But believe me, before getting into this... I was about to die at no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2cE8Mq-SI/AAAAAAAAANs/mCoMDcSogsY/s1600/IMG0590A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2cE8Mq-SI/AAAAAAAAANs/mCoMDcSogsY/s320/IMG0590A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529747526173522210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2cET00hfI/AAAAAAAAANc/-8SHB5stzrc/s1600/IMG0588A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2cET00hfI/AAAAAAAAANc/-8SHB5stzrc/s320/IMG0588A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529747515336066546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2cEizXVrI/AAAAAAAAANk/t6JOnfyKFgE/s1600/IMG0589A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2cEizXVrI/AAAAAAAAANk/t6JOnfyKFgE/s320/IMG0589A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529747519356491442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FROM RIGHT TO LEFT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Champion in Scriptwriting and Radio Broadcasting 2009 (Group Competition)&lt;br /&gt;- Champion in Essay Writing Contest English PriScA District Meet 09-10&lt;br /&gt;- 12th Place Feature Writing English Division Press Conference 09-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But honestly, those medals and certificates are not the true victory for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before, I have the huge tendency to fall into depression whenever I lost a competition, but fortunately, one of my greatest friend made me realize that it is not the height of your victory... it is how you got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the competitions I have joined, there were multitudes life threatening trainings and encounters I have experienced. I have conquered the typhoon Ondoy. I was once demoralized by my trainer in front of many people. My School Paper Adviser for Campus Journalism (the contest that I would die for) had transferred into another school, but luckily new teachers caught us from falling into chaos. My parents won't let me go to trainings before. And lastly but the most important of all, I lost many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is really the best is the friendship I gained! From my classmates, schoolmates, teachers, administrators, and even from strangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iYpTtY9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/w85HpMBdy4Q/s1600/21949_1232129817892_1668549568_555318_4464879_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iYpTtY9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/w85HpMBdy4Q/s320/21949_1232129817892_1668549568_555318_4464879_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529754461769917394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iYTVXt-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/FOGBAgMEz_g/s1600/21949_1232129697889_1668549568_555315_655474_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iYTVXt-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/FOGBAgMEz_g/s320/21949_1232129697889_1668549568_555315_655474_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529754455871305698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iXB4qnXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-ls1YMeEoaE/s1600/21949_1232128297854_1668549568_555312_5703715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iXB4qnXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-ls1YMeEoaE/s320/21949_1232128297854_1668549568_555312_5703715_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529754434007637362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iWwcmHbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9GcsSfNBjqo/s1600/24879_1144387108625_1795948142_289725_2090736_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iWwcmHbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9GcsSfNBjqo/s320/24879_1144387108625_1795948142_289725_2090736_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529754429326499250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iWpAfxJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bst9lIYBN7g/s1600/21949_1232128257853_1668549568_555311_1248880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iWpAfxJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bst9lIYBN7g/s320/21949_1232128257853_1668549568_555311_1248880_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529754427329594514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iubi9AqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7YJohgqPpto/s1600/21949_1232131697939_1668549568_555328_5562604_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2iubi9AqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7YJohgqPpto/s320/21949_1232131697939_1668549568_555328_5562604_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529754836032881314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I got to travel from other places and stay there for one week with my friends and go to other schools and provinces which I am completely clueless about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just hope that these moments would come again, I would forever cherish them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-7042927441660762203?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7042927441660762203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-victory.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7042927441660762203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7042927441660762203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-victory.html' title='The True Victory'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TL2cE8Mq-SI/AAAAAAAAANs/mCoMDcSogsY/s72-c/IMG0590A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-1859872068437771686</id><published>2010-10-15T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T18:09:39.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='key'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brewrats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razzmatazz'/><title type='text'>Reaching Razzmatazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TLjxzx9C94I/AAAAAAAAAMM/qZSIiJqrx_w/s1600/1826530139_b88011c29c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TLjxzx9C94I/AAAAAAAAAMM/qZSIiJqrx_w/s320/1826530139_b88011c29c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528434414482290562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been trully fascinated with these three people: Tado Jimenez, Ramon Bautista and Angel Rivero. If you guys don't know about them... then you suck big time :) No, hehehe... they are the disc jocks (hinete ng plaka as they say) of the Brewrats on U92 before.&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, if you will see these faces, you might think of senseless thoughts and nothing but humor. But when you hear them talk, man, the harsh reality of life will merge with the sweetness of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I searched them on Tumblr, I saw something that really caught my attention (Well they always catch my attention) it was their own line up of ways to attain happiness. I have not listened to this episode so I haven't heard about their explanations, so the following definitions are just my conclusions on why they included it on the list. So here it goes, be enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREWRATS KEY TO HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Lower your standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you lower your standards, there would be least chances of failure. Don't aspire for the best, just be contented. In this way, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi ka masasaktan &lt;/span&gt;if reality did not made it to your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Don’t be yourself, become someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Because if someone rejects you when you're in the state of being true, it will hurt triple times and it would be hard to imitate someone on the last minute. Because if you are a copycat, when you are rejected you can still show them what's your true identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Stop dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Because when you dream, you strive hard for it, then you will expect something in return, then you will flunk, then you will die. Especially those who dream big time, as in the impossible ones as if they are reaching for the stars. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masakit magising sa katotohanan lalo na kapag nag-effort kang gumawa ng napakasarap na panaginip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Don’t fall in love, because it HURTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 100% correct. It hurts when you are rejected, it hurts when you see him/her with someone else, it hurts when he/she does not have any time for you, it hurts when he/she changes and it almost hurts everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Less talking, less fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cause when you say nothing, there would be no reason to stumble upon fighting. Less talk means less bruises too. The major hindrance for happiness is problems, Be silent and you would have no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Try to buy HAPPINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cause sometimes material things can make you really euphoric, especially a laptop on my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thing may not be applicable for everyone, but it may cause some changes. The realization really hurts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'noh?&lt;/span&gt; Come one! Let us reach nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://rheagulin.tumblr.com"&gt;http://rheagulin.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; follow me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-1859872068437771686?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1859872068437771686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/reaching-razzmatazz.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/1859872068437771686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/1859872068437771686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/reaching-razzmatazz.html' title='Reaching Razzmatazz'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TLjxzx9C94I/AAAAAAAAAMM/qZSIiJqrx_w/s72-c/1826530139_b88011c29c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-4287477373304790485</id><published>2010-10-09T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:46:07.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rheiyapot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Lovely Curve</title><content type='html'>Yeah guys I am absolutely back! I just needed time to focus on one of the greatest fight I have ever made so far... and sadly I did not made it to my expectations. &lt;br /&gt;I did not lack any practice, faith or whatsoever... what I lacked is the capacity of regaining &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ACCEPTANCE.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am totally back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is this lovely curve means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when everything seems to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;It is when the clouds above seem to be too low that you can barely ride on it.&lt;br /&gt;It is when dark flushes have seem to be drenched with bright strokes and perfectly conceal it.&lt;br /&gt;It is when your feet do not reach the ground anymore, because an invisible red balloon has been soaring you high in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It is when nothing is perfect, but then your feeling impeccable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you achieve this lovely curve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when they pray and communicate to the heavens above.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when their kins are seeing each others souls together.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when they're exchanging sweet kisses and endless hugs with a special one.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when love intertwines with the physique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when their neckline are full of shimmering, gold medals and beside their are fragile plaques and high trophies.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when their quills touches a blank parchment.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when they're running on a field like a soaring bird in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when they're flaunting their ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when the spotlight is all theirs.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when the star of the show is someone they always know.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when dreams are just inches away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when they're just alone in the murk.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when they are devastating others lives.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when red blood are flowing on their own hands towards the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when they're using something they should not.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when they're about to meet the grim.&lt;br /&gt;Some says its when nightmares came to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what this really means? That i don't know, and nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;A riddle of time without any answer.&lt;br /&gt;An irony of life no one had never fathomed.&lt;br /&gt;A story left unfinished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, what is this lovely curve?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-4287477373304790485?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4287477373304790485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/lovely-curve.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4287477373304790485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4287477373304790485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/lovely-curve.html' title='Lovely Curve'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-235050296749758178</id><published>2010-07-12T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:10:30.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noynoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inauguration'/><title type='text'>Country over Eyeglasses</title><content type='html'>Maybe it is really late to blog about the inauguration of the 15th President of the Republic of the Philippines which we all know is Benigno "Noynoy" Aquino III, but then, i guess it is really better late than never. My blog has always been black and white. But because i am surprisingly frenetic about the new administration, i decided to show it on my blog and twitter account. All hail for the new administration! Goodbye PGMA, and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE 30, 2010 at THE QUIRINO GRANDSTAND&lt;/span&gt; Noynoy Aquino or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;P-Noy's&lt;/span&gt; inauguration was held. It was a rainy morning for that significant day, and when i was watching the inaugural process, i thought the rain would pour harder. But to my amusement, the rain suddenly stopped just in time for P-Noy's formal inauguration. For that instance, it only proves that God was with the whole country in celebrating our new phase of development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TDsTV21bRnI/AAAAAAAAALc/fCNJzD2WZSw/s1600/4748469552_0a6ae716ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TDsTV21bRnI/AAAAAAAAALc/fCNJzD2WZSw/s320/4748469552_0a6ae716ec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493005436726232690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why, but i can't stop myself to be so much amazed with how the people accepted P-Noy. Even though they have no permanent and descent seats, even though they were just standing, even though they were surely having a hard time peeping for a good view, and plenty other more even though's, their heart had still managed to triumph over natural obstacles. I was just 5 or 4 when PGMA had took the oath of her presidency and i am not so sure if the atmosphere was the same with Noynoy's. I am completely overwhelmed with hope and pride when Noynoy had started to took his oath, i don't know why but there was a part of me saying: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Eto na to. This is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Gibo's speech during our press conference on Nueva Ecija was really greater and it sounds more brilliant than Noynoy's. But for the effect on the people, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yung kay Noynoy iba eh, tumatagos, sumasapul.&lt;/span&gt; No doubt, Noynoy has this great mass appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the most memorable lines brought to us by no other than our president:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Kayo ang boss ko, kaya hindi pwedeng hindi ko kayo susundin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Eto na po ang  umpisa ng aking kalbaryo. Kami ay narito para magsilbe, hindi para  maghari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Ipinapangako ko, hindi ako maakit sa kaban ng bayan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Sa mga nang-api sa akin, kaya ko kayong  patawarin, at pinapatawad ko na kayo. Sa mga nang-api sa sambayanan,  wala akong karapatan na limutin ang inyong mga kasalanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to twitter, i have finished my reaction paper hassle free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can deny the fact that Noynoy's inauguration was the most colorful and start studded? Charice Pempengco, Regine Velasquez,Ogie Alcasid, Christian Bautista, Noel Cabangon and plenty other more world class musicians had sang their emotions for the proclamation of the new president.&lt;br /&gt;After the inauguration proper, they have conducted a concert/ street party for everyone. For that moment alone, Noynoy had successfully unite two big clashing parties, ABS-CBN and GMA. The best of the ASAP XV and Party Pilipinas were dancing and singing together! Say what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it is not the ceremony, the inauguration or what so ever that truly matters. It is how one man, Noynoy Aquino, can handle the 7,107 islands of the Philippines for six years and propagate unity and make this country worthy of bragging and of course, living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-235050296749758178?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/235050296749758178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/07/country-over-eyeglasses.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/235050296749758178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/235050296749758178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/07/country-over-eyeglasses.html' title='Country over Eyeglasses'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TDsTV21bRnI/AAAAAAAAALc/fCNJzD2WZSw/s72-c/4748469552_0a6ae716ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-4858179904510879070</id><published>2010-07-07T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:06:05.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='since'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>What a proud NBSB has to say...</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys if i am really inactive here in my blog, it is just because i am too busy doing nothing... hehehe. Seriously guys, i'll be super back on mid of August, after the UPCAT. So wait for me co-bloggahs, outrageous writer will hunt you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;I just had this pretty, weird, short and nice conversation with my friend. I was just staring on the air blankly because our Physics teacher hadn't arrived yet and my friend popped and asked from no where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; NBSB right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing. But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; What why? What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Why not have an inspiration :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, i don' believe in teenage relationships. They're rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is in a relationship that time. And they have been together for two years, so i really expect him to be defensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend: &lt;/span&gt;No! No! Not all! Maybe some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Okay most, but not all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Well yeah im sorry. But for me, we're just too young to commit ourselves into something like that. I'm sure i'll enjoy my life without being anyone's any. Got it? I believe that nothing is real as of now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; No!!! You're getting to negative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Well, well maybe you you got yourself a once in a lifetime chance... but me... i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Alright. But i just don't want you to miss the feeling of having someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah ladies and gentlemen, i am a proud member of the so-called NBSB or No Boyfriend Since Birth Club. Despite the fact that it seems like our whole campus are all in a romantic relationship, i prefer doing stuffs on my own. In fact, i am getting used of the scene when people are surprisingly shocked whenever i confess to them that i haven't been in any relationships yet, i'll just reply to them &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What? That doesn't makes me less normal."&lt;/span&gt; And what's the point on entering into a door if you aren't that sure if it will lead you to the place you want to? Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassle kaya. Saka ewan ko ba, nakokornihan lang ako. Uuwi kayo sabay tapos bubuhatin niya gamit mo? Anu ka baldado? Tapos magseselos siya kapag may kasama kang iba, ano yun siya lang ang tao? Magagalit siya kapag di mo pinansin or wala kang time, Ano yun wala ka bang sariling buhay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that i am planning to grow old with no one. But i am just pretty sure its not now. Who knows?! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-4858179904510879070?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4858179904510879070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-proud-nbsb-has-to-say.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4858179904510879070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4858179904510879070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-proud-nbsb-has-to-say.html' title='What a proud NBSB has to say...'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-4681309916206926244</id><published>2010-06-29T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T06:11:46.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Iron Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhea Gulin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferocious are those who will kill to live&lt;br /&gt;Vague are those who have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;Blind are those who appreciate none&lt;br /&gt;Pity those whose unloving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deviant are those who dream big&lt;br /&gt;Successful are those contented with simplicity&lt;br /&gt;Famous are those who idolize themselves&lt;br /&gt;Lucky are those who make their fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beggars are those who ask for everything&lt;br /&gt;Nuts are those who over think&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic are those who brag&lt;br /&gt;Dimming everything, all their obvious flaunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful are those who believe on themselves&lt;br /&gt;Moving and acting with every flare&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous are those who are fearless&lt;br /&gt;Even without curves, they care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy are those afraid to try&lt;br /&gt;Dumb are those who aren't real&lt;br /&gt;Immature are those who aren't fun&lt;br /&gt;Childish are those afraid of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone are those who respect everyone&lt;br /&gt;No one are those who brag and says they are the one&lt;br /&gt;Thou must love anyone&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the ironies of Man.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it does not sound good enough. It is a free verse alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, a big thanks for the people who keep on commenting and appreciating my works. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-4681309916206926244?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4681309916206926244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/iron-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4681309916206926244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4681309916206926244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/iron-man.html' title='Iron Man'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-4236444772466553399</id><published>2010-06-24T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:06:29.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university of the philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='examination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u.p diliman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upcat'/><title type='text'>Pray For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am done with my application form for the UPCAT and i've passed it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now all i have to do is to is to wait, review and pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to U.P Diliman a while ago to pass my application form. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah that application form who took me 5 gallons of sweat just to finish it.&lt;/span&gt; But for me, it is really worth the effort. I went together with my mom, and unlike any other student who will give a sh*t when their parents won't let them go on their own, i was like "yehey my mom will go with me" cause I've felt their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super solid super duper as in support! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue for the examination permit was not that long, in fact i love their system. It is indeed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tension-free&lt;/span&gt; unlike any other school that you'll see people fighting because of the line. It took me i guess less than an hour to finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love the atmosphere of U.P like super.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fashionista and i am not that superb in picking what i should wear as long as i am comfortable, i am fine. And i've seen people like me! i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wow this is awesome"&lt;/span&gt; you know what i mean, those people who care least about what they are wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was like so frightened with the people around me. I've heard them say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my son is from ateneo blah blah"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my daughter is like blah blah"&lt;/span&gt; but i decided to stop what was running on my mind and decided to conclude that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"they are all bright, but Lord loves me. Period."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord had shown His greatness again. Before,my parents won't let me go to the church alone because of some conclusions that i might just roam to my friends' places. But today, they said that i have to go to the church for some divine intervention. And i go YES!&lt;br /&gt;And also, i guess Lord wants me to finish my application really fast. He introduced to us (by a coincident, or just fate) three super nice people!&lt;br /&gt;- the girl who taught us where the admission office is&lt;br /&gt;- the man who brought us to the PNB campus of U.P&lt;br /&gt;- the guard who guided us on paying&lt;br /&gt;- and plenty other more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT GUYS I NEED YOUR HELP. ANY SUGGESTION? COMMENTS? TIPS FOR ME? PLEASE. I AM BEGGING YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-4236444772466553399?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4236444772466553399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/pray-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4236444772466553399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4236444772466553399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/pray-for-me.html' title='Pray For Me'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-6223956432202014866</id><published>2010-06-21T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T06:13:01.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decadence'/><title type='text'>Hurting Decadence</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hurting Decadence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;By: Rhea Gulin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Staring on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Waiting until the end of the dawn&lt;br /&gt;I should not have let you down&lt;br /&gt;Surely, you made me drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow had turned black&lt;br /&gt;Making me dumb on a slack&lt;br /&gt;Now i regret turning back&lt;br /&gt;This true love, i now lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are not fading&lt;br /&gt;This smile, I'll always be faking&lt;br /&gt;What now should i be leading?&lt;br /&gt;This darkness that is blinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should not have made the mistake&lt;br /&gt;This loneliness i have to take&lt;br /&gt;Self- condemnation should make&lt;br /&gt;In this alone, love of lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;You're all i need to stop this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Hug me until the end of this sadness&lt;br /&gt;Kiss it goodbye, this hurting decadence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again guys this is not planned. I have made this one because i am dam bored. I hope you'll like guys and please, do not ever copy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-6223956432202014866?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6223956432202014866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/hurting-decadence.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6223956432202014866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6223956432202014866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/hurting-decadence.html' title='Hurting Decadence'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-6956016668632996524</id><published>2010-06-18T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:18:20.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ezra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaye'/><title type='text'>C H A N G E S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sudden changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we are all busy because school days are now in. And i am really sorry if my blog seems to be dying. As you can see, i am now a senior student and there's a lot of damn pressure happening to my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But erasing this blog? no. I would not put it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some changes would be happening. I will open my blog daily but i would not blog hop, i will do it on weekends. Maybe two posts a week will do. Link exchanges would still be entertained, but again, during weekends. But don't worry my dear friends, we can still be close by the use of my twitter &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/rheiyapot"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt; I am really active in there, like super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry to my affiliates if i cannot visit their blog daily, i hope you all understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Private changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with my blog's changes, it seems like i am also changing, for the better. I really don't know why, how and when it happened but i can feel that i am more matured, yeah, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I started to do my home works, at home.&lt;/span&gt; My close friends always knew that i am a great procrastinator. I always do my assignments the hour before its deadline, making it so ugly and not visually appealing. But now, it seems like i can handle my time perfectly. It feels good, super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I started to think that i cannot please everyone.&lt;/span&gt; I am always a happy person, everyone knows that. I crack jokes and i am crazy, and that is a fact. I always thought that pleasing everyone will help me and befriending all of them would be great, but now, i am like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It is okay if she does not like to be my friend, it would not make me less human."&lt;/span&gt; Before when i see other people, especially new faces on my school, i will always find a way to draw closer to them. In fact, it serves as a competition for me, the more the better. But now, it seems like that mind setting is stupid. Super stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My stubborn attitude has decreased.&lt;/span&gt; I am not open to changes, before. Like when i am please with something, i would not want anyone or anything to change it. Change it or i will really kill you. But now, when changes come, all i can say is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am no longer a judgmental person&lt;/span&gt;. I have always to say something about someone on my first sight. I will always think that she is maarte, mean or whatsoever despite the fact that i really don't know her. But now, everyone is nice. For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted with Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PZWNT3D1Qzk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/PZWNT3D1Qzk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQ7Z1X1_wdA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/BQ7Z1X1_wdA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on playing these songs. They are really great, excellent and awesome! And for your information, the vocalist is a girl. Yeah, he... i mean she is really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-6956016668632996524?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6956016668632996524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/c-h-n-g-e-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6956016668632996524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6956016668632996524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/c-h-n-g-e-s.html' title='C H A N G E S'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-1921353824964252543</id><published>2010-06-15T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T03:12:39.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cdsga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of'/><title type='text'>Awesome First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot really explain it, but our first day of school is really awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all of you knows how i am freaking afraid about my senior year, but considering the first day of class, i guess it would not be that hard as i once thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be quite ironic to hear that instead of expanding our classrooms, it has been broke to three. But it is not as terrible as it seems, for me, it is much better so we can be closed with each other. And besides, we have been divided into two sections, making us thirty persons at one room.&lt;br /&gt;There are now so many students.&lt;br /&gt;When i said so many, it really means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Our first year level i guess is divided into three sections, so that would be three times thirty is equals to NINETY! Well in that case, i guess i would have to stand as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; into too many freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old faces sure are a great way to start the day. My old friends are really warm in welcoming the day, it seems like we have been parted for a decade. Even the not so closes ones, they are all enthusiastic on greeting me. My friends are a mix up of freshmen, sophomores, juniors and off course my co-seniors. Some are like saying comments about the new teachers and the new students yeah, they talk a lot. I really really really love them.&lt;br /&gt;But off course, the transferees seems to be so awkward. It is like they want to approach you yet they are scared that you might ignore them, but i guess that is a normal thing. But then again, some of the transferees, especially my classmates, are not afraid of showing their true personality,  yeah, i am talking about those good-for-nothing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this year would be hard since i have heard that two of the greatest teachers (for me) would be leaving the high school department for good. Well i really miss them they are so great, aside from being a teacher, they have became a good friend for me, and a parent as well.&lt;br /&gt;The new ones, off course, are great too! Especially our teacher to Economics, she seems to be really youthful at heart despite the fact that she is already on her 50's! She even took a picture of the new set of our class officers, and take note, she has a digital camera and she said that it would be great if we all have facebook accounts so she can tag us on our photos!&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we already have our Christan Living Subject. Maybe you guys know about my story regarding how i started reading the Bible, if not, look at my archives. He is a practitioner and three years from now, he would be a priest. He is really great, he is fun yet very informative on his lessons. I guess it would be one of my favorite subject, i really want to completely understand all about God.&lt;br /&gt;Well my teacher in MAPEH is back! and i really love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But then again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish one of my favorite teacher would still be teaching us, i am talking about the teacher whom i have dedicated one of my poems.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my best friend is my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my former journalism trainer would stay.&lt;br /&gt;And off course, i wish that all my guesses and wishes would come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-1921353824964252543?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1921353824964252543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/awesome-first-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/1921353824964252543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/1921353824964252543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/awesome-first-day.html' title='Awesome First Day'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-2744221397579183331</id><published>2010-06-14T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T02:47:26.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceiling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discrimination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democracy'/><title type='text'>Sexiest Discrimination</title><content type='html'>I am a woman. Maybe all of you already know it. And I am freaking mad about the fact that men are often seen to always surpass women. This darn fact is now known as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glass Ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://parisq.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/glass-ceiling11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 349px;" src="http://parisq.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/glass-ceiling11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glass Ceiling&lt;/span&gt; is an idiomatic expression on how the society sees the flocks of women underneath the men, dividing them with the glass ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;This cycle can be rooted from the very beginning of time, since Eve is made out of Adam, in that case, making the man Adam higher than Eve, he has the authority. The history does not end there, during the time of the Old Testament women are just recognized to be nothing but slaves and servants for their male master. Take note, they actually pay their credits with their female servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, even the new female generation have proved their strength and have shown the world that they have something the sh*t cliche and stereotype is still not erased completely. The women are still viewed as someone not worthy for respect. Yeah, battered wives, ladies are raped, and even a simple discrimination on a group's leadership is undeniably connected to the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It does not make any sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck can men do that the women cannot, i believe none. For goodness sake, your mothers are all women, women are the ones to give birth and make this world's cycle continuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women cries a lot? They just know how to make their feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;Women are vulnerable? It is just because you never let them do things on their own.&lt;br /&gt;Women are too emotional? They just know how to express themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry for this thing i have written. If men are offended, i am really sorry. I just cannot stand what i saw this afternoon about a battered lady. Darn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-2744221397579183331?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2744221397579183331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/sexiest-discrimination.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/2744221397579183331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/2744221397579183331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/sexiest-discrimination.html' title='Sexiest Discrimination'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-7181947493670473094</id><published>2010-06-12T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T04:13:10.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maragtas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ng'/><title type='text'>Utos ng Hari</title><content type='html'>I was scanning my Filipino book and i landed on this freaking, excellent stroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Utos Ng Hari by Jun Cruz Reyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="margin-top: 5px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input value="Show" style="margin-top: 5px; width: 60px; font-size: 10px;" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" type="button"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="border: 1px inset ; margi : 0px; padding: 6px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See you in my cubicle, after lunch.” Pahabol sa akin ni Mrs. Moral Character kanginang matapos ang klase. Si Mrs. Character ang teacher namin sa Social Science. Siya rin and adviser namin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para naman akong si gago na isip nang isip kung ano na naman ang sasabihin nito sa akin. Nawalan tuloy ako ng ganang mananghalian. Halos tiyak ko nang sermunang umaatikabo na naman ito. Kamakalawa lamang ay halos ilabas niya ang kanyang calculator para ipakita kung gaano ako “katanga” at kung gaano katama ang kanyang pagsuma sa aking mga 5. Hindi naman maikatwirang “paano ko di masi-5 kung kalian ako absent ay saka ka magbibigay ng quiz. Kung kelan tinatamad mag-recite saka mamimilit.” Saka pag sinabi ko naman ang gusto kong sabihin kakapain yung pulang ballpen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tipong maganda naman ang kanyang mood sa klase kanina. Katunaya’y yung kanyang paboritong paksa ang pinag-uusapan namin. ‘Yung kanyang dazzling Malaysian at ang kanyang paboritong pabango. Nagtsismis din siya (tulad ng dati). Kesyo si Mr. Espejo raw, kaya tumandang binata, dahil dalawang beses niyang binasted noong dalaga pa siya. Si Miss Kuwan daw kaya wala sa eskwelahan hindi dahil nag-study leave: nagpaabort sa America. Magbi-bell na nang maalala niya ang leksyon naming, ang normalization process sa gobyerno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nya kangina, “Para tayo maging fully democratic kailangang mataas ang literacy rate.” (Sinabi na ‘yon ni Rizal.) “May sapat na communication system ang pamahalaan at may mataas na moralidad ang mamamayan. At higit sa lahat, kailangang maging westernized ang ating pamantayan. By so doing, hindi tayo magiging unicivilized sa wetern standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang tanungin niya ako, sabi ko’y mas basic ang dapat na pamamaraan sa pagtingin sa problema. Halimbawa’y bakit hindi umpisahan sa economic condition ng bansa. Kung kuntento ang mga tao, normal ang takbo ng pamahalaan. Pero kung maraming dissatisfied, natural na abnormal ang sistema. Hindi basta effective communication process, hindi rin basta mataas na literacy rate. Mga manipestasyon lang ito ng talagang problema. Nabigla siya. Doon na kami inabutan ng bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, konsumisyon sa buhay, gusto kong lagnatin. Kay layo ng kahapon sa kasalukuyan. ‘Pag nasa bahay ako, ako ang bida. ‘Pag ang kababayan ko ang magkukwento, ako ang sikat. Pero ditto sa iskwelahan, walang isko-scholar ng bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talagang gusto kong maghinto, pero ayaw ni Tatay. Kung sabagay sino ba namang ama ang matutuwang magkaanak ng drop out? Talagang sawa na akong mag-aral. Kay ganda sanang isiping hindi ako nakatali sa sintas ng sapatos ng teacher ko na kasama ko sa bawat hakbang. Ipaling kung saan sulok ko gustong puntahan, ilakad-kaladkarin kahit gusting mamahinga. At isiping kahit ako ang masaktan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, buhay estudyante. Makauno lang, kahit lulunin ang sariling dila. Kumontra sa kanila, singkong maliwanag. Tumango-tango ka naman para makauno, ibig sabihin noo’y sarili mo na ang kailangang lokohin. Pakisama lang talaga. Konting kompromiso, mundo ang diploma. Kung wala akong diploma, sino naman ang maniniwalang may kaubrahan nga ako. Sana’y di nauso ang grade, di sana’y hindi ako mahihiyang pumasok kahit Metro Manila Aide. Kung graduate naman ako, hingan ng experience sa pag-aaplayan ko, dedo rin. At kung tapos nga, nakakahiya naming pati trabahong pang mahirap ay pagtiyagaan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade lang naman, problema ba ‘yon? Kung 5, tapos ang usapan, bakit kailangan pahabain pa? Bagsak kung bagsak. Kick-out kung kick-out. pero hindi naman talaga ako dapat bumagsak. O.K., matigas ang ulo ko, rugged at medyo bastos pa raw, pero bakit kailangang isali pati conduct at ayos ng katawan sa usapan? Hindi naman ito military school, hindi rin naman seminaryo, bakit panay “yung conduct mo” at “appearance” ang pangako nila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba ang sama nang bumagsak? Kung si Recto, bar flunker pero isa sa kinikilalang constitutionalist ngayon. Si Einstein, bumagsak sa Physics at grammar school pero big time scientist. Kahit teacher niya hindi alam ang theory niya sa relativity. Kung sabagay, hindi ako si Recto at si Einstein. Si Jojo lang ako, kung ang walang sinabi kong teachers ang tatanungin. Sa mga kapitbahay namin, pambihira daw ako, biro mong sa probinsiya namin ay ako lang ang nakarating ng Maynila para mag-aral ng libre. Kung nalalaman lang nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aral nang aral. Aral sa umaga, aral sa tanghali at aral pa ulit sa gabi. Hindi ko naman maintindihan kung para ano ang pinag-aaralan. Hindi na naubusan ng ipari-research. Walang alam itanong kung hindi “What is our lesson for today?” Parang mga Diyos na sila lamang ang may monopolyo ng tama. Kaya hindi pwedeng tanungin at lalong hindi pwedeng pagsabihan ng mali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, mga teachers sa mundo, bakit ba ginawa pa? Tulad ni Mrs. Moral Character, bago mag-umpisa ang leksyon, magsesermon muna na virtue of honesty, kesyo masamang mandaya, kasalanang mortal ang magturo sa kaeskwelang nakalimutan ang sagot dahil sa pagkataranta, krimen ang magkodigo at kung anu-ano pa. lahat na yata ng masama at bawal sa mundo ay alam. Pero ang kanyang lihim ay buking na namin. Noon daw nakaraang referendum ang teacher naming morally uprightwatcher daw ito sa presinto, tatlong letra lang ang kabisadong basahin. Katwiran nito’y “Anong sama doon, kahit matalo, panalo par irn. Bakit, me magagawa ka ba?” Kaya naman ngayon hindi na siya si Mrs. Moral Character sa amin, Mrs. Eraser na lang. ay biglang nabulag at nabobo. Nang mag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos magtataka pa kung kangino kami nagmana sa mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sino naman kaya sa kanila ang pwedeng gawing idolo? ‘Yung teacher ko sa English, walang pakialam sa mundo. Basta magamit lang niya ‘yung nalalaman niya sa voice at diction, maligaya na siya sa buhay. Basta kami ang papel lang namin, tagapakinig sa kanyang mga asides. Para tuloy kaming pang-therapy niya lang. at ang kanyang paboritong paksa, ‘yugn kanyang ninuno na purong Kastila raw na nagpatayo ng simbahan sa kanilang bayan. Antique syempre ‘yung simbahan (tulad niya at ng kanyang lolo). Ibig lang niyang palabasin ay may dugong bughaw siya. Sarap sanang bukuhin na ang Kastilang napunta rito noong araw ay mga butangero at kriminal sa Espanya. Kesa nga naman maging problema sila ng gobyerno nila, di Pilipinas na ang bahalang magtiis ng konsumisyon. ‘Yung ganoong sistema ang namana niya sa kanyang lolo, ang mangunsumi ng mapagtiis. ‘Pag nabuko mong hindi nag-aral, lagot ka. Pagsasabihan ka nito ng “What?” Iyon lang hindi mo pa alam hanggang ngayon? O.K. that’s your assignment for tomorrow.” Saka niya sasabayan ng bura ng maling nakasulat sa blackboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunsumihin ka ba naman araw-araw, pag naging gago ka nagtataka pa. Hindi ka pa nga pwedeng magwala, hindi ka parin pwedeng maglibang. Kung sa pagtitiis ng kunsumi ay sigarilyo at beer ang mapiling pagbuntunan ng sama ng loob. Ayun at, “Sinasabi ko na nga bang masama sa pag-aaral ang bisyo,” ang agad ikakatwiran ng mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung bisyo naman ang pag-uusapan, masama raw sa katawan ng tao ang alkohol at nikotina. Para na rin sinasabing, ‘pag teacher ka na ay pwede. Dahil estudyante ka pa lang, tiis. Itanong mo kay Mr. Discipline at alam na alam niya ang sagot. Huwag mo nang itanong kung nagdaan din siya sa pagkabata, kung noong araw ay gago rin siya, dahil sa isasagot nito’y, “Kaya nga ayaw kong matutuhan nyo ang bisyo dahil pinagdaan ko na ‘yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa amin sa barkada, dalawa lang kaming mag-gu-goodbye my school goodbye. Kick-out ako sa kagaguhan daw. Si Minyong nama’y sa kabobohan daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung paano nila natiyak na dapat nga kaming palayasin sa pinakamamahal naming paaralan, ganito raw ang naging takbo ng usapan nina Mrs. Moral Character (Eraser), Mrs. Gles-ing, Mr. Mathematician, Miss Spermatozoa at Mr. Discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi naman korum, say quorum, kuwow, quorum. That’s correct, that Jojo Boy has no sense of dequorum. I feel though he is brilliant, only my reservation is that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Only he is stubborn. Papasok ‘yan sa klase ko nang nakainom, para pang nang-iinis na lalapitan ka. Ipaaamoy sa iyo ang hininga.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How true, how true, I swear to God that’s true.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi lang ‘yan, minsan gusto pa mandin akong kulitin sa klase na akala mo’y mahuhuli niya akong hindi prepared sa lesson ko. Tambakan ko nga ng research work, di atras siya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And he is always absent. Sometimes I don’t want to give him an excuse slip anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what is the verdict of the group?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I could not pass him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ako rin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God will punish his naughtiness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will report the matter to his parents immediately.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang masama ay ang akusasyon nila kay Minyong. Nababaliw daw. Tuwang-tuwa silang pagtsismisan ito. Kinuha-kuha nila sa bundok, tapos pilit pinaniwalang makakasabay ito sa standard ng exclusive school, pinaniwalang dito nito matututuhan ang paghango sa kahirapan ng kanilang tribo, saka ngayon, basta na lang sisipain. Bobo, ang sabi nila. Binigyan ng isang pagkakataon. Pinagsalita nang pinagsalita, para raw mahasa nang sa gayo’y mawala ang inferiority complex nito. ‘Ayun, nang matutong magsalita ang tao, na-schock silang marinig ang katotohanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng pangkat ng mga Hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I find him kina weird lately.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what shall we do with him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Definitely I could not pass him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oo nga naman. Gagawa tayo ng masamang precedent. Mauuso ang bobo sa eskwelahan. Remember, Philippine School for Science and Technology ito. Tapos magpapasa tayo ng estudyanteng so-so? Hindi pwede.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pero cultural minority ‘yan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And so what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kailangan babaan natin ang standard sa kanya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me, mayroon lamang isang standard and excellence at wala nang exception pa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano pa, edi ibagsak.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saka sila nagkorus ng “Ibagsak.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung sabagay nang mabalita ang kaso ni Minyong sa eskwelahan, humigit-kumulang ay nakapagpasya na sila sa magiging dulo ng istorya. Ganito raw iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you considered his case lately?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anong gagawin natin sa kanya? Meron ba tayong policy sa ganyang kaso?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mabuti siguro’y pauwiin na natin sa kanilang tribo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dapat nga, Baka manakit pa yan ay maraming madamay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, how I abhor violence.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baka kamo manunog pa yan. Uso pa naman sa Maynila ang sunog ngayon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“E kung ipa-confine natin sa mental?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At sinong magus-shoulder ng bill?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ang kaso ni Minyong bago pa man pasimulan ang deliberasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman sila parating ganoon kabilis magbaba ng hatol. Paminsan-minsan nama’y “humane” sila ika nga. Tulad halimbawa ng kaso ni Osias at Armando, mga kaiskwela rin namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ipasa na natin si Osias.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pero mababa yan sa Physics.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sus, naman ito, e talaga naman mahirap ‘yang klase mo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thoughtful yang batang yan. Kahit saan ka makita ay panay ang good morning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Talaga. At prisintado agad yan pag nakasalubong ka na maraming dala.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about Armando? Another cultural minority?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me. He is not a thoroughbred cultural minority it is only the mother. The father is an Ilocano who migrated to Mountain Province.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ang sweet-sweet ng batang ‘yan. Manang-mana sa Tatay nya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pogi talaga.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You bet. Doctor pala ang ama nyan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ipapasa ko yan. Kaya lang naman ‘yan mababa, kasi matagal umabsent. Nagkasakit kasi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano, pasado na tong dalawa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Approve.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap talaga sa mundo ang hindi pogi at walang amang duktor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on in. Sit down.” Sabi ni Mrs. Moral Character matapos akong kumatok at papasukin sa kanyang cubicle. Inabutan ko siyang nagsasalansan ng mga libro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Called you for two reasons. Regarding our lesson and your attitude in class.” Idiniin niya yung your attitude. Heto na naman kami sa loob-loob ko. Kung bakit kasi hindi na lang ako nagkasakit. Sana’y natuloy na ang lagnat ko para wala nang sermunang naghihintay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jojo, ang tao’y hindi pulos tiyan tulad ng gusto mong palabasin.” Sabi niya habang nakataas ang isang kilay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag kang kikibo, paalala ko sa aking sarili. Konting tiis. Mahirap makipagtalo sa teacher. Ngiti ka lang basta. Titigil din yan pag nagsawa. Pero tipong wala siyang balak mag-short cut ng sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Walang essence ang pinagsasabi mo kanina. Iyon ay isang halimbawa ng priori statement. Do you get me?” Tumango naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good. Now, alam mo sigurong wala kang pinanghahawakang data, which I happen to have.Panay speculation lang ang pinagsasabi mo at walang katuturan ito sa scientific world. Our lesson is more complicated than you thought. What you mean probably is the role of economic determinism in contemporary Philosophy, which is all together wrong. Bait hindi mo gamitin ang power of elite approach? Behavioralism ang trend ngayon sa west. Bakit hindi ka makigaya?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mong pansinin, ngiti lang. Paalala ko ulit sa sarili ko. Hayaan mo lang siyang magsalita nang magsalita. Pasasaan ba’t mauubusan din yan ng sasabihin. Pasok sa kanang tenga, labas sa kaliwa. Siya ang teacher kaya ang pakiramdam niya’y siya lang ang pwedeng tama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you get me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango pa rin ako. At ngayon, ang part II ng kanyang sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To be honest about it, I don’t like your attitude in class. Smart aleck!” Yuko na lang ako. Saka ako bumulong ng “I’m sorry, Ma’m.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit hindi ko siya tingnan alam kong tatangu-tango siya sa tuwa. Lihim na naman pumapalakpak ang kanyang tenga sa tuwa. Napaamo niya ang suwail ng eskwelahan. Sana’y kasing “honest” din niya ako, di sana’y nasabi ko rong “The feeling is mutual. I also don’t like you, Ma’m.” Sa halip ang nasabi ko na lang ay “Can I go now, Ma’m?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not yet through.” Ibig pa palang sabihin ay may part III pa tong usapang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They saw you in the chapel last night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diyos me, pati pala personal life ko’y pinakikialaman na rin nila ngayon sa loob-loob ko. Nararamdaman ko ang init ng kanyang titig sa aking mukha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How young are you, Jojo? Speak up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong dapat ipaliwanag sa kanya. Hindi ako sasagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Speak up I said.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“15, Ma’m.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“15, and already you are…” Saka niya dinugtungan ng “I’ll let your mother know about this,” bago ako tuluyang lumabas ng kanyang cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko na talagang magwala. Gusto ko siyang balikan. Gusto kong isambulat sa mukha niya ang lahat ng hinanakit ko sa mundo. Sanay kasing tapang ako ng gusto kong mangyari. Ano ba’ng masama sa ginawa ko sa chapel? Magkahawak lang kami ng kamay ni Tess. Masama ba yon? Siguro ang masama’y kung bakit biglang napasyal si Mrs. Gles-ing sa chapel ng ganoong oras ng gabi. Kawawang Tess. Halos natitiyak ko nang gagawin na naman itong halimbawa ng mga Mrs. Moral Character ng kung anong hindi dapat maging ang isang babaeng estudyante. Si Mrs. Gles-ing, tiyak na halos pumasok ang dila sa pagbabando ng kanyang scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa ang magagawa ko, di suntok na lang ulit sa hangin at magbubulong ng “balang araw.” Kung mababaliw ako tulad ni Minyong, siguro’y hindi nila ikatutuwa, pero natitiyak kong ipagtataka nila kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa lobby ang mga kabarkada kong alaskador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jo, balita nami’y bida ka na naman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayaan mo na ang mga ya’t magsasawa din yan.” Sagot ko naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kung nagmu-motel kayo, di wala sana silang alam.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tigil,” sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano ba talaga ang ginawa nyo’t nagpuputok ang butsi ni Mrs. Gles-ing sa klase namin kanina?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isa pa to, anong magagawa ko sa chapel?” kahit ka may madyik, walag himalang mangyayari doon,” sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ligawan mo kaya si Mrs. Gles-ing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isa ka pa.” Buwisit na buhay ito, alaskado na naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Malay mo baka lalong malahing Mrs. Robinson yon.” Saka sila nagtawanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tara na lang sa Cubao.” Yaya ko sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yung isang round ng beer ay nasundan ng isa pa nga at isa pa ulit. Saka pinabuntutan ng one for the road. Kung gaano kabilis ang bote ng beer ay ganoon din kabilis ang oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano ba talaga ang ginawa mo sa chapel?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano ba, di holding hands. Masama ba ‘yon? Para nagsusumpaan lang kami sa harap ng altar na hindi maghihiwalay kahit ako ma-kick-out. kabastusan na ba yon? Bakit kasi ang dudumi ng isip nila. Akala mo’y hindi nakipag-holding hands noong mga bata.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sila kaya, paano naging tao?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Natingnan lang, nabuntis na.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saka sila nagtawanan. Buti pa sila, kahit paano’y masaya. Ako yata, kahit sa paglilibang ay mga teachers ko pa rin ang nakikita. Sobra na to. Bakit ba yaw nilang makakita ng katotohanang iba kaysa kinagisnan nila? Bakit ba kasi gusto nilang maging kamukha nilang lahat ang tao sa mundo. Dahil ba sa kanilang palagay ay sila ang nakadiskubre ng mina ng talino at tama, kaya wala nang natira para sa amin para diskubrihin? Pero hindi ba yung tinatawag nilang expertise yung dalawampung taon sa serbisyo, ang ibig lang sabihin isang taong karanasang pinatagal ng dalawampung taon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ko lang naiisip, kung buhay siguro si Beethoven at kukuha ng eksamen sa ekswela kahit bilang estudyante o teacher ay tiyak na hindi siya tatanggapin. Philippine School for Science and Technology ito, ang eskwelahan ng mga magiging scientists baling araw, tapos pakikitunguhan at ituturing na tao ang isang kung sinong bukod sa tamad magbihis ay madalang pang maligo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Einstein kaya? Henyo ‘yon, kaya lang hindi nagsusuklay. Kick-out din siya. Bawal sa school ang mahabang buhok. Tiyak na pagsasabihan siya ni Mr. Discipline ng “Comply with school requirements. Maximum tolerable haircut please.” Ibig sabihin noon ay ahitan ang batok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hemingway kaya? Hindi rin pwede, mabisyong tao yan. Bawal ang lasenggo sa klase. E si Maxim Gorky kaya, ang greatest Russian writer para kay Chekhov at Tolstoy, pwede kayang magturo ng comparative literature dito? Sa palagay ko’y hindi rin. Bukod sa wala siyang unit sa English ay wala rin siyang diploma sa education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kristo kaya kung mabuhay ulit at magpunta sa Science? Maestro daw siya kahit walang M.A. at Ph. D. Papasukin kaya sa gate pa lang? Hindi pwede, kung makasalubong siya roon ni Mrs. Moral Character o ni Mrs. English, baka ma-shock pa ang mga ito. Palagay ko, ganito ang sasabihin nila: “Imagine, kay lakas ng loob, ang bastos naman ng appearance. Long hair, hindi nag-aahit, tapos nakasandalyas pa. Maano kung anak siya ng Dioys, wala naman siyang sense of decorum.” Saka kung magsermon dito si Christ, baka mabuko lang siya ng “Who is your authority, where is your data, behavioralism na ang trend ngayon sa west bakit hindi ka makigaya…” Siguro kaya sa sabsaban na lang ang napiling birthplace niya, dahil kung sa Science siya ipinanganak, mababago ang kasaysayan ng Kristiyanismo sa mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, sense of propriety at decorum talagang nakakataranta. Clean cut (pagsuklayin mo si Einstein) white polo shirt at black pants (pagdisentihin mo si Kristo). Naiisip ko tuloy kung propriety din yung tawag sa mga teacher kung nakadamit civilian sila kapag Miyerkules. Yan bang parang aatend sila ng party. Yun bang ang tipo ng tela ay mapapanson agad at mapagsasabihang “Ay, ang ganda, saan mo nabili? Siguro ang mahal ano?” na sasagutin naman ng kausap ng “Mura lang yan , siento isang yarda. Christian Dior, original yan, hindi gawang Rustan.” At para talagang mapapansin, kailangang humahalimuyak din sila sa bango. Yung parang walking pharmacist. Saka kukulayan ang mukha na parang painting (pa-surreal). At saka tatambakan ng brilyante ang tenga, leeg, dibdib, braso at mga daliri. Sa kanilang ganda ay ningning, para kang nakakita ng Xmas tree sa isang mahal na araw. Yun ang proper sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung sabagay, hindi nila maiino yon. Noong gabing mahuli kami ni Tess ni Mrs. English, noon ko lang napansin ang ayos ni Kristo. Ininsulto raw ito ng mga Hudyo kaya ipinako nang hubo sa krus. Pero naiinsulto sa hubo ang mga Mrs. Moral Character, Mrs. English, Miss Spermatozoa, Mr. Mathematician at Mr. Discipline at kanilang mga katribo. Kaya siguro nila tinakpan ang kahubdan ni Kristo ng pelus na nangingintab sa dami ng borloloy. Si Virgin Mary ay asawa daw ng isang hamak na karpintero, pero sa bigkas niya ngayon ay mistulang peacock at Xmas tree na rin siya. Pati nga kanyang luha ay ginawang perlas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hindi nila naging kamukha ay agad nilang napapansin. Ang taong naniniwala sa sarili ang gusto nilang lapastanganin. Sino nga ba naman si Jojo sa kanila na “isang kung sino lang.” Noon kayang mga estudyante pa sila, nakapasa kaya sila sa Science? Scholar din kaya sila? Pero bakit naging teacherParaPara bang nang ipinanganak sila’y alam na nila ang lahat ng bagay. Baka akala nila’y biru-biro ang maging estudyante. Yun kayang conduct nila sa klase noong araw, panay uno? Kung talagang hindi sila nagkakamali, dapat itong ireport agad sa Santo Papa ng Roma. Nasa Pilipinas lang pala ang mga living saints. lang sila sa loob ng mahabang panahon? Iyon lang kaya ang alam nila sa buhay, ang magturo? silang hindi naging bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alin na lang kaya ang pwedeng pakialaman? Saan kaya pwedeng maging bida sa mundo? Buti sa referendum kasali kami. Alin kaya ang mahalaga, ang kapalaran ng Pilipinas o ang moral character? Yung kapalaran ng Pilipinas, pwedeng isugal, pero kung sino ang mas seksi, si Alma Moreno o si Elizabeth Oropesa ay hindi naming pwedeng pagpasyahan, “for adults” lang kasi yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ops, nakadi-jingle mag-isip. Yung barkada, iba na ang usapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lagyan kaya natin ng thumbtacks yung upuan ni Mrs. English?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Di aaray yun!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi-hi-hi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti pa sila at nakukuhang ngumisngis. Ako kaya, kanino pwedeng magreklamo? Sulatan ko kaya si Valencia? Baka naman sagutin ako nito ng “Uminom ka na lang ng kape.” Si Marcos kaya? Santambak ang problema nito sa buhay, biro mong problemahin nito pati kapalaran ng Pilipinas, tapos ipasasagot pa ito sa kanya sa kasaysayan, paano ako nito mapapansin? Magreport kaya ako kay Carter, issue rin ito ng human rights, ang kapalaran ng mga sinasadistang estudyante, pero mahirap naming umingels. Saka interesado lang ito sa giyera na naluluma sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Diyos na lang kaya ako susulat? Pero nasa lahat ng lugar at sulok daw ito, kaya tiyak alam na niya ang problema ko. Bakit nga pala sa sermon on the Mount of Sinai wala yung “Blessed are the poor students for they shal inherit…” Siguro dahil wala na siyang langit o lupang pwede pang ipamana sa iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw kong maging Minyong. Kailangang magsalita na ako baka ako mabaliw. Ayaw kong maging bato. Hindi baling drop-out, basta tao lang ako. Maliit ang comfort room kung doon ko isusulat ang akung sumbong. Marami na roong nauna. “What you’re holding now is the future of the fatherland.” “If you can reach this high, you shall be great.” “Ibagsak ang pasismo.” “LABAN.” “Alpha Phi Omega.” “Wanted pen-pal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magrereklamo rin ako sa pader kung kailangan, hanggang may makabasa at makarinig ng aking sumbong. Pero sa ngayon idi-jingle ko na lang muna ang sama ko ng loob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly guys, i am really having a hard time absorbing the essence of some Filipino stories. It is not that i don't like it or i find it so non-sense, but i don't know why, i enjoy the foreign language more. In fact, i merely passed by third year Filipino subject because of my friend who keeps on reading stories for me then later on will explain it to me. Don't worry guys, i am not abusing her, i guess I've made her 75% grades for our English subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back on the story, i so can relate to it. I know guys that most of you would not even mind to read it because it is so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate my school. I just don't like how they instill sterotypical views upon their students. They always consider our past records. And the worst part is, if you are someone who entered their premises as a man-good-at-nothing, you would be like that 'till the end even though you have made such high scores on your exam, if you're lazy, good luck to you. I know one of my guy friends are really bright, he is freaking good at solving math problems but it does not give him extra credit since they always see him as the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;barumbado&lt;/span&gt; thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, i know to myself that these things benefit me. But i just find it so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now what? Non Sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-7181947493670473094?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7181947493670473094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/utos-ng-hari.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7181947493670473094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/7181947493670473094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/utos-ng-hari.html' title='Utos ng Hari'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-364137682589830242</id><published>2010-06-11T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:02:47.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamagotchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airbender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last'/><title type='text'>Simple Blogger</title><content type='html'>So this past few days, i have noticed that all my posts were kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; compared to my co-bloggers. Maybe you know what I am talking about. If I am not listing stuffs in order, I am pointing out negative views about something. So in this post, you'll see a simpler side of the outrageous writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-egQ79OrYCs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-egQ79OrYCs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all girls at my age are excited about the new installment of the Twilight Saga which is Eclipse. Honestly, i was once addicted with it but i guess it didn't last that long, maybe two months i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now. Twilight. Blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie version of Avatar: The Last Airbender is really the best! I can't really wait to see it on the big screen! The effects and the props are awesome! Have you seen those fire nation ships? Kopyang kopya. Also their costumes. Wow. Two thumbs up. I was wondering who would play as Soka and after i have seen that it was the one who played Jasper Hale i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF OMG&lt;/span&gt; he is my crush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagesa.ciao.com/iuk/images/products/normal/964/Tamagotchi_V4_Salmon_Pink__6682964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://imagesa.ciao.com/iuk/images/products/normal/964/Tamagotchi_V4_Salmon_Pink__6682964.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toysnjoys.com/tamagotchi/musicstar_glamrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.toysnjoys.com/tamagotchi/musicstar_glamrock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tamagotchi Fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know that fever was about on the 90's but i have them now. I have a pink version 4 of Tamagotchi.  My mom bought it for me as a present for my elementary graduation. It was around two thousand i guess. But when my last pet die, because that damn wife arranger did not came on time that's why he haven't married someone and he died, i was so depressed that i ignore my Tamagotchi.But now, i have it back but sad to say i don't have battery for it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wish that when i graduated on high school my mom will buy me Tamagotchi Music Version or Version 5. They are great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-364137682589830242?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/364137682589830242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-blogger.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/364137682589830242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/364137682589830242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-blogger.html' title='Simple Blogger'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-4250883237162050423</id><published>2010-06-07T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T02:07:32.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><title type='text'>If at first you don't succeed..</title><content type='html'>I consider this story a phenomenon to my life. I really don't know if this parallel moments are just purely coincidental or what, but i believe that it is the so-called destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, i am just a normal teenage girl who doesn't read the Bible and believe that praying was a sign of a great faith. I have planned of reading the Bible, but i just don't know why but i have never succeed. I would just end up saying "bukas na lang nga'" or "mamaya na lang" and then the last thing i knew, i never read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i have met a boy, we have both represented our division (San Jose Del Monte Bulacan)to the regional level of schools' press conference also known as campus journalism. We don't share the same school so we  have never been so close, you know, i know him and he knows me, that's all. After the competition all the representative of the competition were contacting each other by text, chat, facebook and plenty other techie ways. The boy i am talking about texted me and we were having a long conversation when he asked if i read the bible and i said yes but occasionally. He was like so bothered and mad he then asked "Nyek?! anong ginagawa mo sa bible niyo pinapaalikabukan?" i really don't know what to say so i didn't reply. After a minute or something he texted again and demanded to look for a bible and read the book of Mark, he have given me a verse but i can't remember it now. Honestly, at that moment, i was planning to lie and just say yeah i have already read it but magically, i didn't.I have read the whole verse and he demanded my reflection towards the verse. The verse was about forgiving. It said that if you are serving God yet you have some grudge to your neighbor, it won't mean anything. At that very moment i was so surprised because i had some bitterness towards a friend just because of a tiny problem we once had, i have forgave her but i know to myself that i lied.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my astonishment, i continue reading the book of Mark. But i have run out of the driving force and i got so bored with it and decided to read a novel, which i have finished just that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First scenario- i believe it is just a coincident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after that night my English teacher was teaching about Renaissance period and its literary progress. I really don't know why my classmate asked about the movie Legion. My teacher then have explained to us what is the true meaning of Legion. We then end up having a really good conversation about faith. My teacher is a Christian, she had seen and experienced extraordinary things that are all connected with God and the evil works of Satan. I was swept away by her true to life stories so i decided to open it up during dismissal. Then she said to me and my friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kaya kayo, magbabasa kayo ng Bible. Its our only shield to Satan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So i was like: What the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Scenario- O.M.G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So after those two happening, i have decided to read the Bible, and i should finish it no matter what. But again, maybe i was just so stupid or what, i have failed to do it again. I have read the book of Genesis, maybe half of it, but i never finished it because of many reasons like i will fell asleep while reading, i would read some other books, i would get tired and rest and will never continue and many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third Scenario- Here We Go Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So i was chatting again with my teacher (the one i have told on the second scenario). I was sharing how I love the works of Dan Brown and J.K Rowling, they are just so amazing. Then out of no where she said "makakapal yun di ba?" and i nodded "pero pustahan hindi ka nagbabasa ng Bible" i just nodded because of my shame. Eh ano pa nga ba ang magagawa ko? I don't want to lie.&lt;br /&gt;And then i have joined a writing competition. I prayed "Lord kahit place something lang okay na. Promise, magbabasa na ako ng Bible." And then i won, take note, first place, i got to represent our division again for the provincial level. Thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth Scenario- This is it. Period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am really reading the Bible and i am really dedicated with it. I am now on the book of Judges, i know i am slow since i have officially started it two months ago. But this is better, at least its slowly but surely.Honestly, I felt so special. It seems like God personally made His ways to convince me that i should read His words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Would you read it now or should God make His moves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; Thank you sis Cheen for this award!&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a_XV8vTuLH0/TA37DNvNwPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y7MGv7d66aI/s1600/coolblogaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a_XV8vTuLH0/TA37DNvNwPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y7MGv7d66aI/s1600/coolblogaward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-4250883237162050423?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4250883237162050423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4250883237162050423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4250883237162050423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed.html' title='If at first you don&apos;t succeed..'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a_XV8vTuLH0/TA37DNvNwPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y7MGv7d66aI/s72-c/coolblogaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8884492425910941750</id><published>2010-06-05T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T02:08:16.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shameful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flaunts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>Filipino's Shameful Flaunts</title><content type='html'>So i am running out of blogging ideas but still, i want you guys to have a constant dose of my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Filipino's Shameful Flaunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you guys all know that I am a Filipino, and I am not pretending to be a Korean or whatsoever because i know, it would just make me look... crazy. Don't get me wrong or what, I am happy that I am a Filipino. There are in fact lots of things that makes me smile because I am a Filipino (and i guess I'll be posting those things next.) But admit it guys, i know all of you have something that makes you think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay?! Bakit Ganun yung mga Filipino?&lt;/span&gt; Well this time, i'll be posting some of the factors that makes me think Filipinos need some overhauling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px;"&gt;Click on the spoiler and be prepared...&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="margin-top: 5px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input value="Show" style="margin-top: 5px; width: 60px; font-size: 10px;" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" type="button"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="border: 1px inset ; margi : 0px; padding: 6px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Filipinos can finish Dan Brown, J.K Rowling and Stephanie Meyer's books with just a wink of an eye but would never flip their Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Filipinos prefer going to concerts or bar rather than going to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Filipinos would spend a thousand peso for their guest even though they are wondering if they can still eat three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Filipinos would always say they are not beautiful/handsome even though when they face the mirror they will go saying "What the? that human has a face of a god/goddess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Filipinos with disease like diabetes will take the risk and eat whatever they want even though it is prohibited by their doctors and would exclaim "okay lang may gamot naman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Filipinos are used of showing off, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Filipinos would always be damn proud if their stuffs are made from abroad, even though local brands are greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Filipinos loves forbidden things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Filipinos always thought that having a car would make them look rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Filipino loves sharing gossips, but would kill if you are talking stuffs about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Filipinos are fond of asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. There are no Filipino losers, mga nadaya lang. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys if some of these stuffs can offend you, but these are just my opinions and my observations. And take note, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i am not referring to all of the Filipinos, just some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys? What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8884492425910941750?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8884492425910941750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/filipinos-shameful-flaunts.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8884492425910941750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8884492425910941750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/filipinos-shameful-flaunts.html' title='Filipino&apos;s Shameful Flaunts'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-6615440144567446845</id><published>2010-06-02T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:33:17.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cdsga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheldon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing and Replays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj17/mandygrl45kl/megnfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 224px;" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj17/mandygrl45kl/megnfriends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss them. So much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it rained so hard so me and my brother decided to enjoy the chance of letting the rain wash away everything. We both played under the rain together with my father. And after washing myself... i remember my greatest moment with my greatest friends, my second year classmates. I remembered the time when we were all practicing one of our performance for a program. But it rained so hard so we are like stucked on our building for almost two hours, but we really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why but for me, and for my peers also, our sheldon days (that's our section) is really the best. We are really unaware of anything, the last thing we knew is that we are really tight with each other. I remember our first week, everything is really normal. There are group of friends, and i merely talk to the boys because we weren't that close. But maybe, because we are just twenty seven on our class, we end up flocking with each other. Yeah, literally. We almost combined our three tables so that we can talk with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any dull moments when we are all together. We are all childish, and that what makes everything perfect. We used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play parts ng manok&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pic pac boom, luksong baka, luksong tinik, agawan base, and bangsak&lt;/span&gt;. And everyone plays, our brainiacs who consider 93% on examinations low and our sunog-baga boys who seems to have no direction on their lives, the preppy girls who collects boys, the simple and quiet ones... we all play together. In fact, our adviser cannot even contain us so she just have to say yes. But through those simple bonding moments, we have developed something that we would never forget. And maybe because of that bond, we have encouraged each and everyone of us to study hard and change for the better. And then, the last thing we knew is that those boys who used to be suspended because of their cleverness, are reciting on class discussions and are all passing our examinations. So that is a win-win situation for everyone, including our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the memorable moments are not just about having fun, we have stood all together against an authority. One of our teacher had seemed to be unfair to us, he never considered the good changes happening within our classmates and still stick to the stereotype they have. They have gain failed grades even though they pass the exams, so tell me, what is the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"just"&lt;/span&gt; in there. So our top classmate had stood on behalf of our whole class despite of the fact that it can affect her grade. We end up having low grades, like all of us, but then, we have never been fulfilled. Good thing our adviser had never forsaken us. It was a happy ever after ending, we won that fight. We have erased the bad things that were associated with our section, kesyo bastos daw, walang galang, feeling batas, mapagmataas and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, when we entered our junior level, everything changed. Maybe because the two sections had been combined together, and that makes 58 students on a room, so tell me, how can we ever do the stuffs we use to do with that population. We were not that all for one-one for all type of friends. It seemed to me that we were starting from scratch, we were back to zero, we were strangers for each other again and that, i also don't know why. But i would never stop believing that someday... we will merge again together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/90/41040928/1_995808136l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/90/41040928/1_995808136l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-6615440144567446845?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6615440144567446845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/reminiscing-and-replays.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6615440144567446845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/6615440144567446845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/reminiscing-and-replays.html' title='Reminiscing and Replays'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-1465502204026426404</id><published>2010-06-01T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T02:06:49.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>Lessons From an Ecstasy Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the heck is happening to our world now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just got home from our summer training for journalism. And I've been given a task to make a feature article regarding the problems of the youth nowadays. At first i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what the?! I cannot put everything on just one article"&lt;/span&gt; but i would not like to be scolded by my trainer so i better hurry and make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've made a letter. Well yes it's not an article at all but its not forbidden. I guess i have to share this to all of you guys. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a letter of a fifteen years old girl to her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px;"&gt;Read More...&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="margin-top: 5px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input value="Show" style="margin-top: 5px; width: 60px; font-size: 10px;" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" type="button"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="border: 1px inset ; margi : 0px; padding: 6px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Hello. This is your daughter Anna. Yeah, you've read it right. You have a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all i would like to say thank you for everything. Thank you for giving me this life even though I've never asked for it... and would never. Thank you for making me feel so special. So special to the point that all my actions are being watched 24/7, as if i am on a live stream. So special that in everything i do, you will notice it and would always hit me by your belt when I've done something you don't like, even though its right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mom. Thank you for making me feel that telephone calls are more important than hearing me cry to death when i fell on the stairs. You said I'll be okay, i believed you because i love you, even though it hurts so much. Even though my legs hurts at night, i would never disturb you and dad, because i would not want another pain from your slaps. And now, i cannot walk normally unlike any teenage girls does. Thanks to you mom, you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dad. Thank yo for supporting mom, i always knew you love her. Thank you for letting her hit me continuously just because I've dropped my coffee on the floor. Your way so jolly dad, even though I am sobbing and pleading in pain, you always laugh. And hey, remember that suitcase? That mystery suitcase you always open? What's inside that dad? I am asking because it is more important than me, your only daughter, maybe there are treasures in there. But dad, i still want to know what is inside there? I want to know who and what is making you punch me when i touched it. Thanks to you dad your the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you little tablet. Thank you for making everything better for me. Thank you for making me feel loved. As a matter of fact, your the only one i would love to spend the rest of my life with. Do you remember the night when i first met you? That's the happiest night of my life. As far as i know the boy on the bar introduced you to me right? Ohh... and what did he called you? Ecstasy? Wow. What a great name. No, but seriously, i really want to take this opportunity to extend my deepest gratitude for you. You make me smile. Even though everyone hits me, judge me, and even though nobody loves me... you make me laugh all night long... and you never fail to do that. And what the?! Mom and Dad knows you before i does!! And hey! You've made our whole family wealthy! thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i was never contented. Sorry if i always cry. Sorry if i am finding a hard time accepting mom's cash when all i wanted was a hug. Sorry if i cannot accept all the luxury things dad is handling to me when all i always wanted is attention. Sorry if i will yell at you when your trying to come in on my room because your mad, your mad because.... well with no reason. Sorry if I am always turning the volume up everytime i listen to music, well after all, it does not beat your voices when your screaming with each other and blame each other that you've made a freaking monster named Anna.  I am sorry for loving you so much. I am sorry for being who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey ya' all. This would be my last letter. You would never see me again for sure. Because i have made up my mind, i am going nowhere with grandma. Yeah i know grandma is dead... but who cares? She is a lot better than all of you. Everyone in here is worse than a zombie. All of you have hearts, yet you don't know how to use it. Well i guess you would never want to learn how. So bye everyone. I would never miss anyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; Yow nanny, I've used your silver cleaner for awhile. Let us just pretend that i thought it's water. Okay? okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. i hope you all loved it. Criticisms and suggestions are always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;And just so everyone knows, this story is 100% fictional. Well as far as i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-1465502204026426404?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1465502204026426404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/lessons-from-ecstasy-addict.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/1465502204026426404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/1465502204026426404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/lessons-from-ecstasy-addict.html' title='Lessons From an Ecstasy Addict'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-8382266053813021112</id><published>2010-05-31T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:47:33.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verivication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activate'/><title type='text'>Productivity at Its Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The summer is on it's late quarters, and i am still having a hard time how could i be more productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have considered having summer jobs but i had a hard time having one since i am just a mere &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homie&lt;/span&gt; girl, i really don't enjoy going outside, i prefer sleeping instead.  So my sister have recommended an online writing job, but sad to say, it seemed to be just a typical scam. I actually blame myself for exerting too much effort on that job since i haven't fully understand its cycle and its terms so i guess, it is my fault too. And now, i am really drowned with the fact that the two months of hard work seems to have just flown away. The idea of earning money by myself for my own studies is just so brilliant indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i decided to search for more techniques in earning money online. And i am really happy i have found one that suites my passion and interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introducing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://linkfromblog.com/"&gt;buy blog reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://linkfromblog.com/#3251"&gt;&lt;img alt="Paid reviews" src="http://linkfromblog.com/img.005.003841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never thought that these stuffs do exist, i thought blogging is just a mere form of entertainment. Well that i guess, is a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site &lt;a href="http://linkfromblog.com/"&gt;buy blog reviews&lt;/a&gt; can help those freelance bloggers to earn money even though their blogs are just hosted by blogger, livejournal or wordpress. So in that case, there would be no money capital to start your income. You just have to wait for orders from advertisers and blast! you can start earning money by blogging a review about the company/ product. The good thing about this site is that all works are effortless, yes, one click away. Some verification would be needed but you would have the question in no time.&lt;br /&gt;For those advertisers, &lt;a href="http://linkfromblog.com/"&gt;buy blog reviews&lt;/a&gt; can help you gain more customers/viewers for your company since blogging nowadays, seemed to be a necessity for all the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, you should try it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post For: &lt;a href="http://linkfromblog.com/"&gt;buy blog reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-8382266053813021112?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8382266053813021112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/05/productivity-at-its-best.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8382266053813021112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/8382266053813021112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/05/productivity-at-its-best.html' title='Productivity at Its Best'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-4968762063121131865</id><published>2010-05-30T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:21:17.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>Afternoon Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So where now down to two weeks, and here comes the blue colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe as of now, you all guys already know that i am really afraid to become a senior. Well i know i shouldn't be, but i just can't help it. So when the tough gets going, there are just three things i would always do: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen to music, sleep, write and pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off course i would always consider praying, it's simply the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night i had a hard sleeping. It's almost past two in the morning when finally, my eyes fell closed.  So that means, it was almost four hours of blankly staring to the white walls and then words run to my mind, i really don't know where the heck did they came from. Unconsciously, I've made a short poem about maturity. Well maybe because i am really thinking about what would happen to me on my college life. So this afternoon, i decided to have the words properly converged together. And this is the finish product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afternoon Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is now on its middle page&lt;br /&gt;I am now alone, and I have to fire the stage&lt;br /&gt;Bring me my bag and cloak&lt;br /&gt;Empty handed- is not within my folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the Barbie&lt;br /&gt;I might as well become classy&lt;br /&gt;Speak not my dear&lt;br /&gt;Hush, everything is soon to be clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up those dreams&lt;br /&gt;It wont be that far, as it seemed&lt;br /&gt;If the shoes won’t fit&lt;br /&gt;Just be calm and relaxed, wait on your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievers, would have been following&lt;br /&gt;But then, you shouldn’t be drowning&lt;br /&gt;All the answers might be out of reach&lt;br /&gt;You’re now on your life’s highest pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys if it sucks. Its not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planned&lt;/span&gt; poem. hehehe. but guys, i would promise to post my best poem yet, i just gotta find it somewhere in my treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;So guys what do you think? Comments, suggestions and criticisms is o much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S &lt;/span&gt;Guys can you teach me how to put spoiler something on my posts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-4968762063121131865?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4968762063121131865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/05/afternoon-drama.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4968762063121131865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/4968762063121131865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/05/afternoon-drama.html' title='Afternoon Drama'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-1054205914509007829</id><published>2010-05-29T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:56:13.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rheiyapot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Childish Ways</title><content type='html'>I just had a movie marathon a while ago and i was really happy that i did. Honestly, i only used pirated compact discs because my ate bought one, you know the 10 in 1 kind. I find it really cheap and convenient since i can watch 10 movies with just a price of fifty to seventy pesos. But then again, you still have to observe its quality. I know... piracy is bad... but it just fells too good to resist.I have watched two movies: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek Forever After&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice In Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shrek of course, is really hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But i find it somehow, lacking of that spark. I remember when i had watched its first three installments, i almost laughed my lungs out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But this time, i merely just smiled and uttered "haha" and that's all.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It seems like maybe tomorrow, i would even forgot I've watched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe because the plot had focused more on the story itself than the humor, i cannot blame them. They must provide their audience a good synopsis since it's their final chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But don't get me wrong. I still love Donkey with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv178/homkorn/Shrek-Forever-After-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 265px;" src="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv178/homkorn/Shrek-Forever-After-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;On the other hand, Alice in Wonderland is really awesome. At first, when Alice is still on the real world, i thought it would be boring and i even wonder not to pursue watching it. But when she have reached the Wonderland. Like i was just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Honestly, Alice in Wonderland used to be my favorite story next to Peter Pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The effects were so great i almost thought that Wonderland is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well i always thought that way. I really believe that behind this reality, fairies and other mythical creature exist. Well you cannot blame me, i am a child raised with bed time stories. Well even now, i use to listen when my mom shares stories with my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe that's why my imagination is so broad, hehehehe, blame my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TADcWMDlZFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-CAjNHk_qyc/s1600/eas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TADcWMDlZFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-CAjNHk_qyc/s400/eas.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476619420634014802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For those people who have already watched Alice in Wonderland and found it so great, you might also want to check Bridge to Terabithia. It's really great too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790358111434046656-1054205914509007829?l=outrageous-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1054205914509007829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/05/hand-kids-past-misplaced-believer.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/1054205914509007829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790358111434046656/posts/default/1054205914509007829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrageous-writer.blogspot.com/2010/05/hand-kids-past-misplaced-believer.html' title='Childish Ways'/><author><name>Rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078537383242882025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/S-aOUiM58cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTiZves6t5A/S220/th_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-ybs6NdWHA/TADcWMDlZFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-CAjNHk_qyc/s72-c/eas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790358111434046656.post-4354439915606485002</id><published>2010-05-27T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T01:16:22.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pbb'/><title type='text'>Beauty Is The Beast</title><content type='html'>Just so everyone knows, I've been really hooked with Pinoy Big Brother Teen Clash. Yeah, I really love it since its very first season. But I've never been so addicted with it except from now. Admit it ladies and gentlemen, all of the teen housemates are good looking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung baga sa ulam, iba't iba yung lasa nila... aminin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so everyone knows again, i was really amazed... well i had a big crush on Bret Jackson when I had first saw his face. Especially when i watched him sang Can't Stand It by Never Shout Never... ayay! Muntik na talaga akong matunaw. But as the day passed, I have noticed the love team of James Reid and Ann Li. They are both Teenternationals. James Reid is half Australian and half Pinoy while Ann Li, as far as i know, is pure-blood Taiwanese. Their chemistry is really so cute. It's not the typical ones that always seems as if the girl is really doing everything just to please the boy, Ann in fact, so stubborn, and i find it super duper cute. While James on the other hand, has that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;torpe&lt;/span&gt; expressions on his actions... yung pasimple ba.&lt;br /&gt;As i search the internet for their photos I've fou
