<?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-5409179598767756423</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:03:35.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blez</title><subtitle type='html'>d girl with the nicest name of all and a TKA fanatic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-1229794799849518181</id><published>2008-11-30T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:23:47.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEM: Program of Headache and Nosebleed in Mathematics</title><content type='html'>That was just my own perspective.  The real was PEM: Program of Excellence in Mathematics. A training for students teaching them principles in Mathematics held in Ateneo de Manila. Haha, that was a self-explanation. I joined because it is one of the extras and it serves as an early review for UPCAT. I thought the first meeting was a headache but fortunately the lecturer just taught the basics. It’s because we are in the provincial class – meaning we are from the Regional Science High Schools class but were mixed up. Our levels range from 1st year to 4th year. The administrators said if were not comfortable with the topics in the provincial class then if we’re willing, we could transfer to the manila class where the levels are separated. If I’ll be imagining the scene inside a manila class, I think I will be feeling…scary. Haha, seriously, I’ll be nervous. Why, because I know manila students are definitely good…and they’re in a higher society. You know what I mean. Add up to it that we are in ATENEO. That’s a OOOhhh for me, but it would be better. I think and I wish. Topics in the other classes were challenging. As well as the people in there - students from Manila and Philippine Science High school. Ah, that would be an honor. Hahaha, but they’re ..scary! Haha peace syaniztas!&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the PEM, are my Pemmates:  Tenten, Katkat, Vhil, Maeden, Mary Anne and Judith with teachers Ma’am Arceo and Ma’am Chato. So sad I was not able to be with Tenten and company in watching TWILIGHT last staurday!But that’s okay. I’ll jut read it for my own hunger.Haha xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-1229794799849518181?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/1229794799849518181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=1229794799849518181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/1229794799849518181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/1229794799849518181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/11/pem-program-of-headache-and-nosebleed.html' title='PEM: Program of Headache and Nosebleed in Mathematics'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-8965087148970363069</id><published>2008-11-30T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:21:44.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Extras Count</title><content type='html'>This school year’s curriculum is much different from the last school years. Its 70:30 rule as in 70% academics while 30% extra curricular activities. Only 70 percent of your final grade will be coming from the academics and 30 percent will be from the activities you will be joining. Activities include the contests inside and outside the school. So, you don’t have any choice but to join several activities you’re not used to join. Though very far from the previous ruling, I enjoy joining some extraordinary activities. It not just enhances my skills but also it enables me to discover other people and other wonderful things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when I was upcoming second year. Though 70:30 it not yet implemented, I joined the YES camp 2007 in Baguio with my classmates and schoolmates. It was my first time, yet it was full of fun together with my co-delegates. I was not able to know many of like my age but I learned so many things other than the featured topic, global warming. Next was a year after, the YES camp 2008! Yes, I was loyal that that I joined as well the camp in Dumaguete! We were many, as well as the things i have learned and the people I have fun with. Other than that, it was my first time to ride on an airplane! That was so fun and memorable. I was not that afraid of riding on a plane not because I don’t have phobia with heights but that I trusted the Lord and enjoyed the once in a lifetime experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Yes camp, it’s time for the CMLI fever! Children’s Museum and Library Inc celebrated their 50th annual anniversary and we were there to join and have fun. Commission discussions were a help of knowing other ages like me and other schools. I admit it, games were too boring but the moral lessons deep in it surely have sense. Other than the CD’s, I enjoyed the most was the workshops. And I joined the Vj hosting workshop. I thought and I always think I wasn’t for that and that I don’t belong to such but then I tried. I enjoyed the workshop, the workshop speaker, my workshopmates, the vj hosting exercises, and most of all, the Vj hosting contest proper. I didn’t win but I just enjoyed it a lot learning a lot of things about public speaking. Our first exercise was advertising the con cert by Rihanna and Chris Brown. That was a mess but all were giving the most possible positive comment and I appreciate it. Second was the quartet vj hosting. That was definitely fine that our speaker gave us a ranking of 8 as 10 is the highest. He commented us that if he were to tell who was the shiniest of us four, he would answer none because all us had a role to play. While the contest proper was easy for me though I did not win. It was like the first one, to advertise. I did my best but I know I don’t deserve it. Talking about the social life in cmli, they pass around their own mini workbooks filling up the directories inside …except me. It’s just I don’t like. Maybe I will, some other time, or with the next cmli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those camps. And I want to continuously join until I graduate the high school life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-8965087148970363069?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/8965087148970363069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=8965087148970363069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/8965087148970363069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/8965087148970363069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-extras-count.html' title='Every Extras Count'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-2188145741355157183</id><published>2008-11-22T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:54:06.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Fest '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The recent MATH FESTIVAL was sizzling hot!"&lt;br /&gt;The first ever Math Festival lead by the Math Club officials and members was held last November 21, 2008. It was full of fun and excitement. Too sad i, together with chala and katrina, did not win in the math quiz bee. That contest gave me all the aches. Ratios, proportions,percents, algebra, geometry thingy, and most of all LOGARITHM ruled my world last Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, aside from the quiz bee, i also joined the MATH JINGLE... The sizzling suppah hot jingle contest. We had a liitle cramming when we were practicing but all were worth it. We won not because our opponents' presentations weren't good enough for ours nor ours was too perfect. We won because God guided us. He knew what we really deserves. And we offer a BIG THANKS to HIM. Next to the up above, I would like to take this opportunity also to give thanks to the ones who had big efforts to make this jingle a sizzling suppah hot success! First and foremost, a big tnx to Dei together with Ria and Sheila. To our 3rd year teachers who supported us throughout especially Ma'am Rhea . Next is to my co-jinglers: tenten, chala, katkat, aaron, cyrile, joan, krisna, mafi, ann, shalice, claire, neil, justin, santos bros, mac john, noel, Stanford, kristelle. Thanks to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting you the piece which was the ice breaker of November:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wilarekna bimbambiwalaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Suave&lt;br /&gt;When the clock points at 3 oclock &lt;br /&gt;the anal geomers are going up&lt;br /&gt;on the blackboard we'll all see&lt;br /&gt;equations of new century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the geometrists&lt;br /&gt;(anal geom anal geom)&lt;br /&gt;and we use analysis&lt;br /&gt;youll see books on junior seats&lt;br /&gt;we transform reading it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tokyo drift&lt;br /&gt;pica pica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a Girl&lt;br /&gt;This was never the way we planned&lt;br /&gt;not our intention&lt;br /&gt;we got so brave to study that&lt;br /&gt;and open our books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not what we thought of&lt;br /&gt;we just want to try it on&lt;br /&gt;we find it difficult&lt;br /&gt;so we started it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we studied stat and we liked it&lt;br /&gt;our topic's probability&lt;br /&gt;we studied stat and applied it &lt;br /&gt;in our surveys we use it&lt;br /&gt;at first we're wrong&lt;br /&gt;we became right&lt;br /&gt;we studied stat and  we liked it&lt;br /&gt;we liked it&lt;br /&gt;we liked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbum bidam bam bam bidamdam&lt;br /&gt;When you buy in canteen &lt;br /&gt;there is mathematics&lt;br /&gt;when you look at the clock&lt;br /&gt;(tic tac tic tac)&lt;br /&gt;there is mathematics&lt;br /&gt;when you ride on a bus&lt;br /&gt;there is Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;Math is everywhere , yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;Cause you'll need it too&lt;br /&gt;they'll try to pull you away &lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the use&lt;br /&gt;math is important &lt;br /&gt;even if you grow older&lt;br /&gt;your eyes shall open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep loving, keep keep loving Math (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Your mind shall open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the teachers teach this &lt;br /&gt;then we'll listen right now&lt;br /&gt;if the teachers give this&lt;br /&gt;then we'll solve it right now&lt;br /&gt;if the teachers ask this&lt;br /&gt;then we'll answer right now&lt;br /&gt;come on, are you ready to take it?&lt;br /&gt;Take take take take take take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dug dug tak&lt;br /&gt;dug dug tak uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pythagorean&lt;br /&gt;theorem-theorem rem(3x)&lt;br /&gt;Pythagorean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was named after Pythagoras&lt;br /&gt;a greek philosoper&lt;br /&gt;and a mathematician&lt;br /&gt;he's the first to make a proof&lt;br /&gt;using the areas of a right triangle&lt;br /&gt;it was used by the egyptians&lt;br /&gt;it was named pythagoreans..YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;(sorry if some lines were wrong, i really can't remember the whole piece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starat STAT staratstat oy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Starat STAT staratstat oy oy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Starat STAT staratstat oy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Starat STAT staratstat oy oy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we go to shcool for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their voices echo in our minds&lt;br /&gt;we fix our things until it's time&lt;br /&gt;then the others they just laugh&lt;br /&gt;we love the math of junior class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We daydream through the junior math&lt;br /&gt;to prepare for college life&lt;br /&gt;We'll show you a world where we belong &lt;br /&gt;But you have to hear our song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's  what we go to school for&lt;br /&gt;to others its a real bore&lt;br /&gt;that's  what we go to school for&lt;br /&gt;to others its a real bore&lt;br /&gt;subjects, i love many&lt;br /&gt;math is the one that i need&lt;br /&gt;that's  what we go to school for&lt;br /&gt;thats what i ,what i ,what i go to school for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-2188145741355157183?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/2188145741355157183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=2188145741355157183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/2188145741355157183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/2188145741355157183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/11/math-fest-08.html' title='Math Fest &apos;08'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-2821103248459079042</id><published>2008-10-30T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T05:26:03.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>extraordinary cmli</title><content type='html'>CHILDREN'S MUSEUM AND LIBRARY INCORPORATED celebrated their 50th annual anniversary last October 25-29 and guess what?...We were there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the YES camp, cmli was totally different...More fun, more eperiences, more adventures, more friends, and more money to spend. But the sum of all, cmli was a milestone. &lt;br /&gt;It was my second time to have a conference or camp in Baguio specifically in teachers camp so no more adjustments dealing wth the place. Upon our arrival, i thought the conference would be so boring throughout. It was very cold, no family and friends to talk with, and..and no heater!!!As usual, we stayed in the white hall where we had stayed a year ago when we joined the yes camp '07. Same all, same beds, sa bathroom, same surroundings. Just need to adjust with the people around.&lt;br /&gt;Opening ceremony was a total nightmare. Thought it was just a typical ceremony. but wait, there's more. There's more to know about cmli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-2821103248459079042?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/2821103248459079042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=2821103248459079042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/2821103248459079042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/2821103248459079042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/10/extraordinary-cmli.html' title='extraordinary cmli'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-2010562316000496886</id><published>2008-10-12T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:43:41.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If there’s life there’s hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SPHUi1dRi1I/AAAAAAAAACk/CEvlPmzNtjQ/s1600-h/ten+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SPHUi1dRi1I/AAAAAAAAACk/CEvlPmzNtjQ/s400/ten+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256215935048584018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentenen tenen!!&lt;br /&gt;Wooosh! The 3rd day of intrams was so rainy. Some games resumed last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t talk about me anymore. I’ll give time for others who deserve to be talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story  proper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball boys… Mortal enemies, Macintosh and Vaio. The game was race to two wins. If we win, then one more. If they win, then they’re the champions. We won and one more in order to know who’ll be the champion in volleyball boys.&lt;br /&gt;Set 1…We won…Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;Set 2…They won..What a healthy fight!&lt;br /&gt;Set  3…It was phenomenal…Here’s the story, at the start of set 3 the vaios were ahead of points. If I am not mistaken, it was 2-9. I said to myself, two more consecutive points of the Vaio then I would walk out. Then it happened.I just stayed in the classroom staring out the game. Minutes passed, shouts were all over. Zaborah came shouting, “We won!”&lt;br /&gt;Am I a bad charm?!Uh, so rude. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-2010562316000496886?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/2010562316000496886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=2010562316000496886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/2010562316000496886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/2010562316000496886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-theres-life-theres-hope.html' title='If there’s life there’s hope'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SPHUi1dRi1I/AAAAAAAAACk/CEvlPmzNtjQ/s72-c/ten+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-8944888797529261205</id><published>2008-10-12T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:31:42.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sportsmanship is the best policy</title><content type='html'>Tentenen tenen!!&lt;br /&gt;Second day of Intrams…It was fun …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story proper:&lt;br /&gt;It was my second game. It wasn’t winner vs winner and loser vs loser , instead counting of wins. So I got a little nervous again. I thought it would be 1st or 2nd but  more of 3rd. My opponent now was the Vaio. I’m pretty sure I can do this. &lt;br /&gt;“PS please”…She got the first serve..but that douesn’t matter…&lt;br /&gt;Set 1 …I forgot the scores but I won…Praise the Lord…&lt;br /&gt;Set 2…Scores were 10-10, it should be race to two but then due to lacking of professionals it was just race to one…The wind blew off, the was out.She got the second set.&lt;br /&gt;Set 3… My heart became weak…My sight became dim…I lost…&lt;br /&gt;I shook hands calmly then I left the place immediately. MY intrams was ruined. And it was all my fault . No one to be blamed but me. Things happened fast and they were in the wrong place and time. Still, I tried to managed it .&lt;br /&gt;I told myself: “ This is just a game. There’s a winner and there’s no such a loser. There’s more to think than these. There’s more to be stressed than these.”&lt;br /&gt;Then I built my courage and revised everything. I enjoyed the whole day to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-8944888797529261205?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/8944888797529261205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=8944888797529261205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/8944888797529261205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/8944888797529261205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/10/sportsmanship-is-best-policy.html' title='Sportsmanship is the best policy'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-1556768192333114899</id><published>2008-10-08T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T05:43:18.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A break</title><content type='html'>Tentenen tenen!!&lt;br /&gt;Intramurals 08-09 of CNSHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports team:&lt;br /&gt;Green Acers&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Asus&lt;br /&gt;Red Macintosh(that's us)&lt;br /&gt;Blue Vaio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Tenenen Macintosh&lt;br /&gt;tenenen Mactosh&lt;br /&gt;tenenen Mtosh&lt;br /&gt;tenenen tosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the story proper:&lt;br /&gt;Sunny weather greeted us but then end up raining. But still i was able to play! I played table tennis for singles 1. First top, the Acers! Though first years were just new with us , i didn't expect they would be good as it is. Hm, yes i got nervous. Very nervous because the first year player said she was a provincial contestant. "What the?!". Oooh, some kinda 'oooh' ha. It gave me a chill because every point counts. Katrina, who'll play for singles 2, and i had some discussions so as to get higher points if ever we'll exchange line ups.&lt;br /&gt;Tentenen!.."PS pls".. As in "play for serve" fyi. Whew! She got the first serve..But that doesn't matter to me..&lt;br /&gt;Serve ball..put the ball in..put the ball out..pick the ball..&lt;br /&gt;Serve ball..put the ball in..put the ball out..pick the ball..&lt;br /&gt;Set 1 ..11-8...I won.. Drops of perspiration burst out of me..&lt;br /&gt;Set 2 ..9-11..She won..tsk tsk..focus focus..&lt;br /&gt;Set 3 ..11-8..God loves me..!&lt;br /&gt;That was the first day ..And it all portrays a break from lessons and classes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-1556768192333114899?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/1556768192333114899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=1556768192333114899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/1556768192333114899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/1556768192333114899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/10/break.html' title='A break'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-6617600788286781083</id><published>2008-09-22T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:53:41.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A three-letter word to run to</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I most adire my MOM. She was my first teacher, my first bestfriend, and most of all....my one and only inspiration. She did suffer a lot for me and i'm longing to return all of it as i achieve my goals in life. When i was younger, i hated her because she scolds me everytime i did something wrong. As they said, it was for my own good but i really don't get the point. That was before, when i was not experiencing hard times with myself yet. Through these hardships, i realized how important my MOM was. I became much more closer with her and i learned how to live life to the fullest. Circle of friends weren't enough as a crying shoulder. The best  companion of all would be my MOM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;(dont question the font.. it was meant because the value of the three-letter word was so precious..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-6617600788286781083?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/6617600788286781083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=6617600788286781083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/6617600788286781083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/6617600788286781083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-letter-word-to-run-to.html' title='A three-letter word to run to'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-8658032591960710760</id><published>2008-08-18T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T03:56:31.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subic?Zoobic?Subik?Chubic?Zubic?..none at all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-8658032591960710760?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/8658032591960710760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=8658032591960710760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/8658032591960710760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/8658032591960710760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/08/subiczoobicsubikchubiczubicnone-at-all.html' title='Subic?Zoobic?Subik?Chubic?Zubic?..none at all..'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-5261717573209578088</id><published>2008-08-18T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T03:27:59.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Perfect but Time is Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Don’t react why my title is such. I won’t elaborate it. Why not? Because nobody’s perfect but time is gold. Only doltish people won’t get that and will ask me why why why. This entry could be nonsense, and full of no connections, no signal, dial-up and worst, cannot find server. After all, it’s my one and only blog. All of the things written here are my ideas, feelings, emotions, pranks, comments, suggestions, statements, phrases, quotations, solution, proofs, theorems, an ions, cat ions, reflectons, refractions, Hinduism, Buddhism, quid quid latet adparebit nil inultum remanebit…and so on and so forth..Just remember, I’m doing this just for…man’s cravings.. So much for that. Gtg for nobody’s perfect but time is gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-5261717573209578088?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/5261717573209578088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=5261717573209578088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/5261717573209578088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/5261717573209578088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-react-why-my-title-is-such.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Perfect but Time is Gold'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-7161084902537590084</id><published>2008-08-18T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T03:23:59.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"PAtience is a Virtue"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God gives certain things which are used to test our patience. As someone imperfect said, “Patience is a virtue”. I don’t go deeply on it but it means a lot for I can relate on it. Patience… I admit , I’m a kind of person who isn’t react easily on something done wrong; for short, isn’t explode unaffectedly. If nothing’s left, then I will just get my very personal diary, get my very red ball pen, and write my very confidential angers. I write all. All and no exceptions. Afterwards, I’m praying. Praying that God will take away all of the anger and the bad tings inside and outside. It’s so hard to carry all of those. I don’t wanna be like Shawi. I don’t want to be stressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-7161084902537590084?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/7161084902537590084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=7161084902537590084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/7161084902537590084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/7161084902537590084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/08/patience-is-virtue.html' title='&quot;PAtience is a Virtue&quot;'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-4052830738969292407</id><published>2008-07-22T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T04:46:51.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAther as a FAther</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; A father guides his family, decides for the better, and builds a foundation to have a home. The latter has a deeper significance. It emphasizes the foundation as the strength and faith of the family must have in a home. And so as with my father, first of all, ho doesn’t forget to ask for guidance for the Lord above.  He prioritizes God as portrayed by attending mass every Sunday giving enough time for praying and thanking God for what He has given. My father is supportive and encouraging in such ways as in material things, financially or morally. He does everything to sustain the needs of the family. However, his cheerful side won’t vanish at all. Though corny, his jokes were very much appreciated. Giving some laughs, moreover hope. The hope that gives life to the whole family, furthermore, gives fulfillments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-4052830738969292407?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/4052830738969292407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=4052830738969292407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/4052830738969292407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/4052830738969292407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/07/father-as-father.html' title='FAther as a FAther'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-2441302442802940162</id><published>2008-07-19T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:49:48.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog of Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Too near of having a sore throat....too near...too near...that's because of our read, re-enact, react in Filipino's "Moses, Moses"...aH just fine...just fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Subjects..just fine... I wish those reflected rays won't reflect unto my problems..Cations, anions, i wish i could memorize them as i memorize and enumerate my problems...Polynomials, i hope they would be the solutions sets..."Moses, Moses"...my prayer everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;emote emote emote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It was such a pressured, sad, emotional, busy, problematic, late sleeping, tiring and most of all, a must be called..WEEK!!!if not, then i mustn't be writing this.. Thank GOD he gave me the strength to surpass all of these..because if He didn't, i should be having melee in the school, at home, and to all  the people whom i had hard times with. Actually, i really want to explode . But i couldn't do anything. I'm having difficulties with my self, with my mental health.. because i can't express all the things inside me...I'm so tired!!I'm so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Emote emote emote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's good i have something...someone to run to...I have someone to be with in times of mood displacements...someone who can understand my feelings and my situation...I want to run away..Run away and live my life peacefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Enough for emote emote emote...More energy the happier..so take myra 400E..I want to be complete, that's why i take centrum...Dont forget to havitall....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hahaa...thank god it's sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-2441302442802940162?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/2441302442802940162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=2441302442802940162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/2441302442802940162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/2441302442802940162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-of-blogs.html' title='Blog of Blogs'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-8364146817076790696</id><published>2008-07-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:00:20.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOt just A trEe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223986381996215618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 9px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SH9T78JczUI/AAAAAAAAABg/_6x6XZaL-HE/s320/untitled.bmp" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SH9U43MdLxI/AAAAAAAAABo/DbCKMZfBx2U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987428638666514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SH9U43MdLxI/AAAAAAAAABo/DbCKMZfBx2U/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Having been realized&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, our family is our home. Love brought to us by our family is our only foundation in life . In a family, we learn how to stand on our own two feet and be independent. That’s why, it is significant to trace who built the family that gave us our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with my father’s side. My great grandparents are Elias Perea and Florencia Montano, both from Tanza, Cavite. Their son is my grandfather, Zosimo Perea. Amazingly, I still had a chance to meet Lolo Elias for he was still alive when I was born. Narcita Abutin, my grandmother, whose parents are Arturo Abutin and Lucia Lim who were from Rosario, Cavite. Lolo Arturo was a pure Caviteno while Lola Lucia has a blood of Chinese but not pure. When my father was still young, Lolo Zosimo was the one working for the family. My Lola’s siblings were obviously &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chinese blood influenced&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; however, it wasn’t passed to her children and grandchildren. My Lolo Zosimo was a businessman and owned a sari-sari store while my Lola was a good housewife.&lt;br /&gt;            Under my Mother’s side. My great grandparents are Jose Casimiro Sr. and Dominga Garcia, both from Quezon Province.  Their son is my grandfather, Jose Casimiro Jr. Soledad Masilang, my grandmother; whose parents are Esteban Masilang and Maria Quejada, were also from Quezon Province. Though still recognized by name, I hardly describe my great grandparents because most of them had a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart trending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; life. My Lola Soledad’s parents died when she was just child while my Lolo Jose’s father died when he was just inside the womb of Lola Dominga.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having tackled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, this is my family tree. A tree which  tells a big part of my life that shapes my personality and fulfills my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5409179598767756423-8364146817076790696?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/8364146817076790696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=8364146817076790696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/8364146817076790696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/8364146817076790696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-just-tree.html' title='NOt just A trEe'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SH9T78JczUI/AAAAAAAAABg/_6x6XZaL-HE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-8155230433637078589</id><published>2008-07-12T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:31:19.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn the Eyebrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was our pt 1.1 and definitely it was very hard. Sleeping at midnight was a sacrifice. But i wish and i hope it will be all worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was very hard that i got three line of sevens (if i am not mistaken). Though i am not satisfied, i need to accept it. Just do better next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enough for now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need to find time for my blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-8155230433637078589?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/8155230433637078589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=8155230433637078589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/8155230433637078589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/8155230433637078589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/07/burn-eyebrows.html' title='Burn the Eyebrows'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-7515516951166921874</id><published>2008-07-06T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T03:11:08.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrenaline rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Rational!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Irrational!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Eh this one Ma'am, rational??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Of course...it's a secret...you're taking the long test eh!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yup, we had our long test in MAthematics..And it was soooo hard..haha'..So hard that makes me have nervous attack i can't control.. Can't relate?.Nevermind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It was  another hectic week accompanied of course with lauhing sessions. Yuh i mean soooo hectic that i forgot some details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It was a week full adrenaline rush. Yup, rush at all times. Especially in ANALYTICAL GEOMETRY.  It was difficult for me , for my classmates, in short for the whole class to answer items of proving in the last minutes of our anal geom class. Expect to run outside with having no other than socks just to pass your paper like what had Tenten experienced!(Special mention..I saw your comment thanks for dropping by..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Enough for now got to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-7515516951166921874?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/7515516951166921874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=7515516951166921874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/7515516951166921874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/7515516951166921874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/07/adrenaline-rush.html' title='Adrenaline rush'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-3680523126844694425</id><published>2008-07-01T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:00:20.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIfe for a purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I’m Blez, and God had given me life for a purpose – a purpose that will describe my own way of living. One of which is for my family. My life was for giving them love and care. As God tests our faith and strength, the family can surpass it all by establishing the love of each one of the member. By the love I am expressing, my love ones can gain courage within their hearts as well as in their minds. It is the courage that pushes them to achieve their goals and takes away the fears in their hearts. Secondly, my existence was for learning which is which. As time goes by, I’m learning which is right and which a must is. Good deeds can not just help me but also others. And by that, I can share the blessings God had given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SGooQFUzjsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IawxxZYrWmk/s1600-h/3046314878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218027375034601154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SGooQFUzjsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IawxxZYrWmk/s320/3046314878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pencil can represent me for as it writes, mistakes can't be avoided. Those mistakes can be corrected using its eraser. Meaning... As i live my life everyday with different ways, some of it may be not appropriate ,and so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as i have my life and my time, i can do it again in the proper manner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-3680523126844694425?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/3680523126844694425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=3680523126844694425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/3680523126844694425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/3680523126844694425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-blez-and-god-had-given-me-life-for.html' title='LIfe for a purpose'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SGooQFUzjsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IawxxZYrWmk/s72-c/3046314878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-106684522692858762</id><published>2008-06-27T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:27:04.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The NAtural Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Natural!”&lt;br /&gt;“Not natural!’’&lt;br /&gt;“Eh this one Ma’, natural??”&lt;br /&gt;“Of course that’s natural my dear daughter, we’re advertising this Knorr cubes ehh…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a tiring week. However, a problematic week though full of laughing sessions. "Laughing sessions" because it's not just once, nor twice, nor thrice. Usually, i have it with my friends (with the letter s) - Zab, Nobie, Alpha etc. etc. etc. .... and worst is with Aaron (haha!). It's fun because i can forget the pressure around, but aside from that, you'll have your eyes teary and your stomach muscles ache. In connection with that, do you know that laughing is a good exercise? I mean good for you! I have heard or seen it i think in tv. So laugh at least 30 seconds a day. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problematic. Know why? I think you know why. Well, well, well. It's okay. It's part of our lives. I have SB (as in Suring Basa), I have sulatin, I have LSB(you know that), and lastly, a lot of assignments and reviews. Whew! All I can say is… Tira tira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons (again with the letter s). Just doing fine. I think so and I hope so. As usual difficult, but it’s ok. I’m learning and enjoying my hectic high school life. I’ll just one by one by one it again whenever I’m in the mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres and heres. Assignments there, assignments here, run there, run here, go there, go here, think there, think here, talk there, talk here, quiz there, quiz here, practice there, practice here, lecture there, lecture here…(What else? Did I miss something? Just add it…)… Last but not the least is, pray there and pray here!&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank God for this week. I want to thank him for the blessings and the wonderful life He gave me and my love ones.&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/5409179598767756423-106684522692858762?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/106684522692858762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=106684522692858762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/106684522692858762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/106684522692858762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/06/natural-commercial.html' title='The NAtural Commercial'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-1516998921244600558</id><published>2008-06-21T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:30:02.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One by one by one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A clinch from my fav song of the week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our classes were pressured with "on-the-spot" presentations - the two "Wikang Pinoy" poems. It was so hard to present a poem that was just prepared in ten minutes that all of us had nosebleed!Hahaha!But it was fun.I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Full of numbers and computations. It was about conjuctions and disjunctions which i must learn more about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADV STAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;( plus research ). Summations and simple problems with scientific methods. Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;More of Physicists. Plato, Euclid, Empedocles, Pythagoreans, Newton, Huygens, Young, Einstein, MAxwell, Hertz, Broglie, Planck, Compton. I have mnemonics for that one! Plus Galileo's speed of light. Plus the pinhole camera which we had to put some hand sanitizer on the wax paper for it was too thick!...Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Took the speed and accuracy , vocabulary, and comprehension test. Quite fine. ANd then making a formal theme with Filipino athletes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAPEH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BMI..Went to the clinic..Intro of Physical Education...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANAL GEOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Numbers... Computations..Distance between two points.. Midpoints....HI ZABORAH(time for chikading..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Discussion about the Imapact of Chem on the society.(Test on Monday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Discussion about the "Pisikal na Kaanyuan" of the EARth with some standing ovations if you can't answer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Our Avdiser, Ma'am Arlyn Tolentino, will now be the chief adviser of Third Years. Ma'am Teny wiill take her place as our new adviser....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Another 10 800 minutes has been diminished from 525 600..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;_blez_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-1516998921244600558?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/1516998921244600558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=1516998921244600558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/1516998921244600558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/1516998921244600558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/06/ten-thousand-eight-hundred-minutes.html' title='One by one by one'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409179598767756423.post-218040062960531538</id><published>2008-06-14T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:30:56.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the school year 2008-2009 right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t get me wrong, its classes once again. But now, I’m already a junior student. A new environment to cope up with. Though for me, the past vacation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t enough, I must go back to work ---back to school. How was my first day? As usual, accompanied with nervousness and panic... unfamiliar surroundings... I’m trying to be used to it. Moreover, trying to overcome my fears. In short, lots of adjustments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our adviser said, one of the busiest life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CavSci&lt;/span&gt; is being a junior. Having much of the subjects about science and math. Plus, the research. Plus, all of the pressure around you. Plus, all the problems in life. Plus, all the fun. Equals???????? I think its all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog….Yes, instead of a diary. Though I like surfing the net, yet I am not so familiar with it. It was my first time, hoping this will be just fine. By the way, if ever you have time, please feel free to post a comment. A short note would be okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5409179598767756423-218040062960531538?l=blezperea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/feeds/218040062960531538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5409179598767756423&amp;postID=218040062960531538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/218040062960531538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5409179598767756423/posts/default/218040062960531538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blezperea.blogspot.com/2008/06/starting-school-year-2008-2009-right.html' title='Starting the school year 2008-2009 right!'/><author><name>Blessille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09697964165835446433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ocH_lpymwzw/SFSGRodRywI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YyuJy639f6c/S220/1_159997104m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
