<?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-2634734463168361885</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:33:51.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/shutterblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-6087624316375930501</id><published>2007-04-21T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:05.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wi-Fi Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yours truly is blogging live inside Pizza Hut Bistro in Galleria via Kuya's macbook.  Grabe, ganto pala feeling ng wi-fi.  I feel so corporate and sozy (which doesn't suit me, may I add).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored.  Nuff said.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/RinvwkOeQ5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/WPdgMK_rHPM/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/RinvwkOeQ5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/WPdgMK_rHPM/s400/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055835674337231762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/Rinvw0OeQ6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/5zULkI0ixqI/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/Rinvw0OeQ6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/5zULkI0ixqI/s400/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055835678632199074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/Rinvw0OeQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/MyiolzcbUM8/s1600-h/Photo+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/Rinvw0OeQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/MyiolzcbUM8/s400/Photo+21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055835678632199090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/RinvxEOeQ8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9aCFo1xIaLA/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/RinvxEOeQ8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9aCFo1xIaLA/s400/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055835682927166402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/RinvxEOeQ9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/mU35Qca0-3M/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/RinvxEOeQ9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/mU35Qca0-3M/s400/Photo+23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055835682927166418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Days is over.  The real thing is yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-6087624316375930501?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/6087624316375930501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=6087624316375930501&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/6087624316375930501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/6087624316375930501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/wi-fi-love.html' title='Wi-Fi Love'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1c6nJktaUM/RinvwkOeQ5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/WPdgMK_rHPM/s72-c/Photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-4070255815649597127</id><published>2007-04-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:14:50.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever someone asks me the one thing that I'm most passionate about, I would always utter the same answer: serving (with) my fellow youth.  Through time and time again, I have proved to myself that I belong to this kind of vocation, to this kind of endeavor.  No, I don't plan to be a Salesian Priest who would be ordained to serve the youth.  But in my own little way, I know my life has been patterned for that kind of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find fulfillment whenever I serve (with) my fellow youth.  The young ones bring me energy and motivation.  Whenever I'd serve (with/for) them, they never fail to paint a smile on my face after the session.  Whether it's a retreat, a workshop, a seminar or a simple get-together these kids never fail to take my feet off the ground and take me for a flight to never land where people don't grow old (but certainly they do grow up, right?) and everyone remains a child forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll admit it.  I don't want to grow old.  Growing up... well, that's an entirely different matter.  What I'm trying to say is I want to be young forever.  I don't want to be in a rush to be an adult (which I already am, by legal standards).  I want to enjoy my childhood (what's left of it) as much as I can.  In 3 months I'll be turning nineteen, and I'd be closing a chapter in my life soon after that.  Work will start pouring in, and I'd be poring my eyes over certain responsibilities I'd have to attend to as an adult.  The adult's life is complicated, ei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could prevent myself from stepping onto the next level of life, I would.  But there are certain realities that I just have to accept.  I don't know how to keep myself young despite all the "adultness" I'd have to battle with.  Is there a solution for it?  Dear Lord, please help me keep my heart young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I'm being too sentimental already!  Here are the pics for today.  Had a very busy day preparing for our retreat next week.  Wish us all of God's blessings!  Being a Vice-Rector is really a tiring task, but, just like what I've said to Kuya, I want to give it my all this time.  After all, I only get to be Vice-Rector once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama na muna senti!  Pic time naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1064.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my tickets already!  May 1: it's a date.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1071.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi po ito ang bagong condo unit sa Ortigas.  Lego po iyan.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1074.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to hide at the side of the car because of the scorching heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1078.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charades charades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1084.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Bartending?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1096.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow seryoso... clap clap clap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1118.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing really hard... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-4070255815649597127?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/4070255815649597127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=4070255815649597127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/4070255815649597127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/4070255815649597127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/passion.html' title='The Passion'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-3897160471030419562</id><published>2007-04-17T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:14:11.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just got home from a Days Practice Session this afternoon.  I wasn't really supposed to be there because I have no part in it but as Vice-Rector I wanted to as much as possible see first-hand the progress of my staff.  Good thing they were all good kiddies, so I think they're going to go great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really striking with what happened this afternoon is that I, for the first time, am the oldest person in the group.  Gawd am I that old already?!  Gawrsh... it was just like yesterday when I'm always the youngest and now I'm the oldest one.  Not really a rewarding thought to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it feels quite good to be the eldest.  Yes, it means I'm responsible to whatever will happen to all of them but somehow within that grave responsibility there is a rewarding thought in the fact that I'm able to be with the people I'm really passionate serving and doing sercive with: my fellow youth.  I do hope I could have at least done even the smallest teeny bit for them that would have changed their life forever.  I guess that's what'll make my life really worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, don't you think Pacquiao is so overrated?!  &lt;i&gt;Bleh.&lt;/i&gt;  Honestly speaking, I wished for his defeat during his recent bout.  Too bad it was a mismatch.  That darn congressman-wannabe needs a little taste of humble pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse about his "victory" are the politicians who, as always, have been flying around like flies and mosquitoes riding on Pacquiao's fame hoping to get showered with a little publicity for the elections.  Mga trapo!!!  Matalo sana kayo lahat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku, nakakapang-init ng ulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, here are the kiddos (complete with playing in the McDo playground pa, hehe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1041.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna's Back View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1042.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kash showing off his camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1043.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mako, the Lasenggero (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1044.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cielo, the Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1045.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimes, ang baby damulag ni Loren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1046.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph, the co-Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1049.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loren, nanay ni Aimes na may pusa-phobia =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1050.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle, ang jozzang artista (sponsor ko!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1054.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the kiddos that they are at McDo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1060.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breathtaking view of Makati by Cielo's rooftop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-3897160471030419562?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/3897160471030419562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=3897160471030419562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/3897160471030419562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/3897160471030419562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/kuya.html' title='Kuya'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-6488150967485527879</id><published>2007-04-17T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:13:32.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New-dy Bloggy</title><content type='html'>New blog once again!  Hopefully this'll be up for quite a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't have anything much to say right now so here, feast yourself on some pictures from recent happenings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0814.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang at the Makati Science High School Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0817Custom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0871.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0880Custom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0898Custom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be the Valedictorian... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0952Custom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang decided to hop on over to Tagaytay for a road trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0959Custom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0965Custom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0987.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went all the way to Tagaytay to eat at... Teriyaki Boy!  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0990Custom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_1034Custom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&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/2634734463168361885-6488150967485527879?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/6488150967485527879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=6488150967485527879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/6488150967485527879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/6488150967485527879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-dy-bloggy.html' title='New-dy Bloggy'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-4453895942354675694</id><published>2007-04-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:26:01.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magyayabang lang ako (ngayon lang, pls?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma'am Rachel Khan posted our J102 grades the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she posted our final papers online via a &lt;a href="http://j102.wikidot.com/"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt;. Andaya ni ma'am! Sabi nya walang byline... haynaku! Malalaman tuloy na ako ang gumawa ng kalokohang article na yun! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They'll squeeze you.  &lt;/span&gt;What was I thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay eto magmamayabang na'ko. Yep, unbelievably, I got an uno in that paper. (Whoo batuhan na ng kamatis) Nakakagulat kasi walang ka-flow-flow yung paper na yun tsaka parang hodgepodge of details lang, talagang walang structure... parang stream of consciousness lang. Hehe... I even rushed that paper para umabot sa deadline... Haha, the miracles of cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun... if you're a registered voter, do visit the &lt;a href="http://j102.wikidot.com/"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt; to be informed.  I was the one who wrote the profile of Navy Lt./Sg Antonio Trillanes.  Thanks to Kuya for the suggestion!  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-4453895942354675694?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/4453895942354675694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=4453895942354675694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/4453895942354675694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/4453895942354675694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/magyayabang-lang-ako-ngayon-lang-pls.html' title='Magyayabang lang ako (ngayon lang, pls?)'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-7385191771798899337</id><published>2007-04-14T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:27:12.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't my fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I have nothing better to do until 1pm comes in time for our meeting, let's talk about... people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't usually do this but the moment really just calls for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about people.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyay chismis!&lt;/span&gt;  Haha... specifically, let's talk about Masscomm people (and altogether pray they don't find out who these people are... and kill me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;People1 is this airy little bastard who goes around the college in all uniqueness and glamour.  People1 loves attention, heck, People1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breathes&lt;/span&gt; attention!  People1 can't live without the freaking people's attention!!  People1 is an arse.  People1 walks around thinking People1 is the best Masscomm student ever (which People1 is not).  People1 elbows People1's way to wherever People1 is going, not minding the little people People1 steps on along the way.  Who is People1?  Clue: People1 is out of place.  People1 is in Masscomm but People1 acts like People1 is from Econ or BA; However, People1 doesn't look like People1 came from Econ or BA at all!  Damn!  A Double Whammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People2 walks around in People2's shining shimmering bling blings placed in the most unusual of places.  People2, just like People1, is a total arse, an arrogant bitch, a mindless jerk.  People2 walks and talks like People2 is the God of all Masscomm people.  People2 thinks People2 looks great but in reality, People2 looks like People2 was stepped on by a homongous monster--doesn't look good at all.  Who is People2?  Let's just say you don't know anyone who goes by that name.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People3 is great.  People3 is brilliant and amazing.  People3 is a runner-up for the Best Masscomm student ever (whatever way you put it, it's your call).  However, People3 isn't so nice with People3's fellow runners-up.  People3 likes competition, and thinks this is High School all over again.  Maybe that's it.  It's High School.  Tsk, just look at where People3 came from, no wonder People3 likes competition.  And oh, People3 got an uno.  People3 deserves it so much.  I got a 1.25.  I deserve it, too.  And I didn't want the competition at all.  Who is People3?  Clue:  If you chanced upon People3, don't call People3 what you think you should call People3.  It's not what you think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... for fun lang people!  This are the people that irked me last sem.  Secret na lang kung sino-sino sila.  Suffice to say na hindi ko naman sila friends, so friends, don't worry!  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-7385191771798899337?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/7385191771798899337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=7385191771798899337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/7385191771798899337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/7385191771798899337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-isnt-my-fault.html' title='This isn&apos;t my fault'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-7841763957866933255</id><published>2007-04-14T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:26:21.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consummatum Est</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Haaay... I'm almost about to give up on this house... you just can't get what you really really want in here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, not even your most treasured eight hours of sleep.  No wonder people always notice I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; antukin.  It's because in this house, everything is sure to wake me up in the unholiest of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine watching a movie with skipping parts or disappearing voices. Spice it up with your seatmate talking through a megaphone, and you get to experience how I'm able to experience sleep in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bitin.  &lt;/span&gt;Fragmented. Asar.  Tapos magtataka sila kung bakit wala ako lagi dito sa bahay (well, besides sa Days), eh sana alam nila pinaggagagawa nila.  Haaayy, onti na lang, JM, onti na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.  It's a long day ahead.  I don't have the energy for this long day... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya Jess help me... Kala ko po ba kahapon ang Friday the 13th?  14th na ah...&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/2634734463168361885-7841763957866933255?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/7841763957866933255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=7841763957866933255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/7841763957866933255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/7841763957866933255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/consummatum-est.html' title='Consummatum Est'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-8134231277961534373</id><published>2007-04-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:25:53.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haggardness Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll keep this short 'coz I'm uber sleepy na.  But that's not to say I'm not uber happy.  I'm uber uber uber uber happy.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for making me smile always... Thanks for every wonderful day spent with you!  Tapos na Friday the 13th... 14th naman ngayon... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school this morning to interview the execom of ecosoc for my codered article.  Can somebody please say Conio?  Hehe... I really don't love to go to Econ, because I feel like I'm in Ateneo instead of UP.  Don't hate me, econ majors... it's what I always observe when I go there, so blame your school/college-mates.  Totoo... Puro laptop, conio conversations, preppy people... but that's not to say na lahat ng tao dun ganun.  Buti nga yung ininterview ko eh indi sila ganun, ang gagaling nga nila eh... Thanks Ate Anika and all the execom of Ecosoc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to grab a glimpse of the iBlog3 Summit while I was there.  Andun lang ako sa likod, nakatayo.  Si Marcelle Fabie pa yung nagsasalita, haha, batchmate ni Kuya na kinaaasaran niya.  Pagtingin ko sa baba (nasa may ledge kasi ako) si Misteryosa pala yung andun, yung winner sa bloggies!  Haha lalang, kaka-flatter.  I was in the presence of winners.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kuya's this afternoon to do his Spider-Man CD covers.  Prior to that, we had our haircut sa Katipunan.  Haha super funny thing happened.  Pero di ko na lang kuwento, samin na lang ng kuya ko yun.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun.  BTW, went to Masscomm today to go grab my classcards.  Haggardness, forgot that it was reg day for Summer today.  Tumambay lang tuloy ako.  Whenever people asked me, "JM, ano kukunin mo?" sagot ko, "Classcard."  Nyahehehe... na-badtrip sila sakin... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo Staff Meeting na naman bukas!  Excited ako na ngarag na ewan!  =P  Excited na mag-days pero ngarag pa rin sa dami ng work!  Haaaayyyy sana may vacation getaway after this, kahit dip in the pool lang!  Namehn!  Summer na noh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-8134231277961534373?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/8134231277961534373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=8134231277961534373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/8134231277961534373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/8134231277961534373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/haggardness-part-2.html' title='Haggardness Part 2'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-4239159825912044064</id><published>2007-04-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:25:22.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haggardness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My haggard days are over... not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, it only just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe... ang hirap talagang maging vice-rector.  Ang hirap na, ang mahal pa.  Ubusan sa load kaka-text sa mga staff mo to follow-up their duties.  Nakakangarag rin when you have a kinda-OC na rector who wants everything fine, but then again who doesn't want everything to be perfect diba?  Lahat naman 'to para kay Kuya Jess eh, kaya yung thought na lang na yun ang talagang nagmomotivate sa'kin.  Hehe... pero sa totoo lang naeexcite naman talaga ako sa Days namin, 'di nga lang maiwasan mangarag dahil sa dami ng work at sa sikip ng schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe bukas nga I still have to go to UP to interview Mico's org (Ecosoc) para sa CodeRed article ko due on Sunday.  Kamusta naman?  Good thing Execom na yung si Mico at medyo rubbing elbows na sa ibang execom, at least medyo casual na ang magiging interview.  Though I still have to formulate questions.  Kailangan um-appear na journalist talaga kaya kelangan level-up ang preparation!  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haggard pa ulet, kagagaling ko lang graduation ng Maksci.  Grabe napapagod talaga ako pag kasama ko mga batang yun, ang taas kasi ng energy!  Grabe nakakahawa!  Kaya eto ako ngayon latang-lata galing sa kakatawa ng sobrang lakas with them.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congrats maksci babies&lt;/span&gt;!  Welcome to the real world!  Nyahehehe... buti na lang most of you mapupunta sa UP, di ko kayo mamimiss!  Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, two weeks to prepare na lang for the days.  Dami problema with our staffers, personal or otherwise.  May nakaamba pang Rector's Meeting on Saturday, sana lang talaga makapagsalita kaming mga "minority".  Hehe... hope things will go well, and may we all be inspired by Kuya Jess.  Para sa community naman yun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Jess, salamat sa blessings of today.  You made me happy... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and YOU made me very happy as well.  Haaayyy kakamiss... =)  Dibale, dibale... ^__^&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/2634734463168361885-4239159825912044064?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/4239159825912044064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=4239159825912044064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/4239159825912044064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/4239159825912044064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-haggard-days-are-over.html' title='Haggardness'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-8569238914758274264</id><published>2007-04-09T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:24:31.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiest Week of all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Easter everyone! Christ has died but the good news is he fulfilled his promise and rose again! Easter is probably the most important Christian (or Catholic) feast of all because it is in Christ's resurrection where we base our belief and faith that God fulfills his promise and that He will save us from all our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically spent the Week at Cainta with Kuya. Joined the Holy Wednesday Procession for Ate Tin. Joined the Alay-Lakad to Antipolo with friends (and lots of Students of Bro. Juvs). Veneration of the Cross. Easter Vigil. Holy Week is really a time to reflect. A time to recollect the role of Kuya Jess in our lives, the part He played, and His significant involvement in all the events of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been a reality check for me. A check of myself--my current self. The self that I've been for so long. It was hard to face the mirror and see the face in it full of dirt, scratches and grime. I'm so imperfect. Full of immaturities that have seem to to stick like silicone clothing. It's hard. And what's harder is the fact that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; people because of my immaturities.  It happened once, twice, many times.  And each and every time I hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to hurt anyone anymore.  I don't want to hurt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; anymore.  Especially the ones I love...  I don't want this anymore.  I don't want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take me out of the Dark Oh Lord... Please help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry... Sorry sa mga ginawa ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I still thank God that DWTL 16 is pushing through... I'm going to give it my all this time. Everything I can do to prove to Him that I'm doing everything for Him. Thanks to all the dayzers for the support. Leaves no room for doubt about the success of this endeavor. It's wonderful how simple things like this afternoon's gathering puts a smile on my face. All the support is overwhelming. I hope that in DWTL 17 they're all still there... this time, for me. B.I.L.+&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/2634734463168361885-8569238914758274264?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/8569238914758274264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=8569238914758274264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/8569238914758274264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/8569238914758274264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/holiest-week-of-all.html' title='Holiest Week of all'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-3153420412779754197</id><published>2007-04-02T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:22:48.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna be on the beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/photoblog/100_0537.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody now:  HAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyYYYYYY...!!!  Finally, a deep, heavy, loud sigh to cap off this semester!  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the bangag nights, the ngarag moments, the haggard days and the sleepy class meetings, finally, the semester is done done done DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what better way to end this semester than fun time with the people you love?  After our staff meeting for BuskoDays16 last Saturday, Kuya Luis, Leo, Jesser and I went malling and eventually headed off to KopiRoti for some coco and the most-awaited Kopi Bun!  Haaaaa sarap!  What a way to end classes and kick off the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Sigh... I sure am going to miss this semester.  This is the first sem that I've spend most times in masscomm.  This is the first sem that I've been most haggard and bangag.  I believe this is the first sem that I've worked real conscientiously to up my grades... haha, inspired?  hmmm... maybe!  =) (uuy issue)  I don't know... I just felt the greater need to focus on my studies this time.  Reality Check siguro, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna forget this semester, especially the people I've been involved with.  The fun yet crazy field trip in J102... the bangag days and nights preparing for our PR plan (which we aced, take note!)... the asar moments every group work on Hum1... the extre effort given for every meeting of Film100 (too bad Ma'am Ellen's retiring already)... haaayy, all of them, I'll never forget them all... how I love my College so much!  Aja!  Next sem naman!!!  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my J102 class... Gelene, Denise, Froi, Mark Ching, Mommy Trish, Dyan, Mikas, Mimi, Jeff, Marj, Jem, Rachel, Dreo, Missy and Kuya Chris... thanks for giving color to our class.  For that we are the most colorful personalities in masscomm, straight from Ma'am Rachel's mouth.  Thanks for the laughs during discussions and the laugh trips and crazy antics during the field trips... I've never thought Journ could be this interesting had it not for all the colorful personalities in you... Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Hum1 groupmates... Rea Jean, Anne Lucille, Paula Jean, Fanshen Angelik and Cathy... thanks for all the help in our group works.  Most promising minds of UP!  Naks!  I feel so old when I'm with all of you (with the exclusion of Fanshen of course).  Have fun in UP okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Eng11 classmates... you are the class I never got to know.  Dr. Dalisay was great, nevertheless!  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Comm100 classmates... I never got to know all of you, but in the limited time we were able to know each other, you put a smile in my face, seriously!  Walang stir 'to... let's go future media practitioners!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Film100 classmates... we suffered under Ma'am ellen... she barraged us with schoolwork and tons of readings... but we were able to make it through, unscathed at that!  We lost quite a few, but we remained together 'til the end... Thanks for the inspiration to study harder... and thanks for the times we're able to laugh at all our hardships.  Aja!  Bye Ma'am Ellen...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my J152 classmates and groupmates... YOU'RE.  SO.  GREAT!  Grabe the sem that was... I enjoyed most parts of it, especially the Pasig River Volunteer work we did!  =)  That was really swell, I had fun with all of you!  And to my groupmates, thanks sa pagtitiis sa akin, hehe, munting marginalized sector.  And congrats to us on winning the PR Plan competition!  Wuhoo!  We beat THEM!  Nyahahaha I'm so mean, but really, I'm really happy we beat the other group (you know, yung kinakatakutan natin).  Thanks sa lahat ng patawa, intriguing questions and bangag moments with all of you.  I learned a lot!  Good Luck on our next endeavors!  (Advert naman!!!  =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you, I can only say one thing:  Thanks for the memories, I'll treasure them forever!  AJA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-3153420412779754197?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/3153420412779754197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=3153420412779754197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/3153420412779754197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/3153420412779754197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-wanna-be-on-beach.html' title='I just wanna be on the beach...'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-8612217166116869112</id><published>2007-03-22T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:20:55.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expex da unexpectedsss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was slowly turning out to be a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I went to school without that much sleep, hurried to print my Comm100 paper, went to masscomm to submit it, then went to AS for my Eng11 Unit Exam.  I had only about an ounce of sleep and my mind's not really anywhere that moment, so just imagine how crappy my answers were in the exam.  But, luckily, I managed to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I was itching to hug the bed and sleep 'til god-knows-when.  I was so tired I really wanted nothing more but precious sleep.  But noooo, Life is so cruel it had to taunt me by the freaking loud television inside the house coupled with the freaking loud radio of the neighbors.  It was disaster, and I wasn't even near an inch of the sleep I thought I deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I grew irate.  It was a bad day.  BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD DAY.  Badder than Daniel Powter Bad Day.  I thought nothing could ever ever turn my mood around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet connection that is always oh-so-crappy didn't help my mood.  It was still crappy, even crappier than usual.  (My broadband sucks, and Globe's Customer Service is more of a disservice, because nobody's answering in their freaking hotline!)  When I managed to get a decent connection, I visited my J102 wiki to check for some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, HOLY MOTHER OF GOD I was breathtakingly blown away!  It was like being taken by a huuuuuuge hurricane and being twirled round and round to the point of vomitting.  It was as orgasmic the feeling as when riding the rollercoaster down.  I WAS ASTOUNDED I COULDN'T REMOVE THE SMILE FROM MY FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say... something I really really really honestly didn't expect happened.  And that was just enough to turn my mood around.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks to the person who accompanied me today.  Grabe, even if I was really sleepy your presence made me a bit alive today.  I can't thank you enough... you know who you are!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, CodeRed Issue 12 is out!  My editor texted me earlier for a possible assignment for the next issue, but I had to turn it down.  Someone will get hurt if I chose to write that article.  Let's just say it's about school... and love.  Nyahehehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-8612217166116869112?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/8612217166116869112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=8612217166116869112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/8612217166116869112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/8612217166116869112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/expex-da-unexpectedsss.html' title='Expex da unexpectedsss'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-6217777629822844073</id><published>2007-03-12T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:18:02.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smayl naman jan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wah, gush of emotions today.  I don't know which to feel first, it's so confusing!  Mix of anger, hate, frustration, desperation and the ever-present drowsiness because of lack of sleep.  (hey, wait, that's not an emotion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my first class got cancelled today, and thanks to a text message I was supposed to have received but didn't last night, I woke up so damn early because I wanted to make it early in class to discuss some things with my groupmates only to find out that they (my groupmatest)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all &lt;/span&gt;knew about it and didn't even bother to tell me (or, I didn't receive their message).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got an hour and a half buffer before my next class which really depressed me.  I hate being alone in UP because the landscape is so empty I'm forced to think.  Have you experienced something like it?  Like, whenever there's a vast empty space in front of you, you can't do anything but think?  It's like some vortex or something, inviting you to let your mind do the talking for you.  And, what's amazing is, when you return to your "normal" surroundings with all the cars and buildings and people and houses, it's really hard to think.  Hmmm... wonder if it's a human phenomenon?  Anwyay, it's amazing (and annoying at the same time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my free time reading newspaper in the library.  The news of Comelec burning is in all spreadsheets' headlines.  Duh, of course it's politically-motivated.  Everything that happens in this god-forsaken country is politically-motivated.  Abalos was quoted as saying that the things that were burned down were documents of the past, so elections will still push through.  Hello??!!  Garci???!!!  Why did you burn down Garci??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it's only two weeks 'til end of classes and I haven't done any of my major papers for the term.  Sigh... so sad, just two weeks of sophomore life left.  Next term, I'd be entering the 2nd semester of my college life (not unless, of course, I get delayed, which I don't plan on doing).  Haaayyy, bilis noh?  I'm actually scared.  Scared of what will happen after this.  After school, after college.  It's the real thing.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really shouldn't concern myself with that for now, because I've got tons of little things to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marj asked me how many papers I still need to do.  I said five.  She was shocked, and asked me how come I can still smile and keep cool with all those things to do.  I guess I'm not a worrier after all.  AND YOU SHOULDN'T BE.  It only produces wrinkles, and it's bad for your health.  So Smaaaayl.  ^_________^  Yan... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-6217777629822844073?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/6217777629822844073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=6217777629822844073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/6217777629822844073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/6217777629822844073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/03/smayl-naman-jan.html' title='Smayl naman jan!'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-3892833863800497303</id><published>2007-03-07T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:16:27.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panahon na ng mga hybrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hindi lang pala sa film genre uso ang hybrid ngayon. Shet, hindi lang rin sa technology. At lalong hindi lang rin sa political party affinity uso ang hybrid, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uso na rin ang hybrid sa Student Council Elections!  Grabe, hating-hati talaga, as in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winners are... *drumroll please... brambradadamdadaaaaammmm...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USC Elections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chairperson: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shan Abdulwahid (STAND-UP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vice Chairperson: &lt;/span&gt;Viktor Fontanilla (ALYANSA; ayos, kinuha sa pogi points, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Councilors: &lt;/span&gt;6 from STAND-UP, 6 from ALYANSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, kamusta naman ang hatian?  Apparently ALYANSA is getting some foot here.  Marami na ba ang ayaw sa STAND-UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CMC Elections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chair: &lt;/span&gt;Karol Yee (ISA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vice Chair: &lt;/span&gt;Martha Teodoro (STAND-UP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secretary: &lt;/span&gt;Anna Canlas (ISA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treasurer: &lt;/span&gt;basta yung sa STAND-UP, hehe, porgets ko name eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journ Rep: &lt;/span&gt;Carlos and Jem (STAND-UP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CMC Rep: &lt;/span&gt;Ayeen Malolos (ISA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, kamusta naman ang hating-hati?! pati raw sa ibang department representatives, ang nanalo ay isang ISA at isang STAND-UP. Haha... what a very nice election, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, 'di lahat ng binoto ko nanalo. 'Di nanalo si Bikoy for chair, baka dahil mas MassComm ang personality ni Karol? Haha sidenote lang, si Bikoy ay Atenean at si Karol ay Xavierian... pareho palang Jesuit ang naglaban eh! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di din na nalo si Jali.  Tsk, parang may dayaan dun ah?  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At si Elsie, 'di din nanalo... oh well okay na rin yun.  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka it was not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least hybrid.  'Yoko kasi pag straight eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go CMC-SC 07-08!&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/2634734463168361885-3892833863800497303?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/3892833863800497303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=3892833863800497303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/3892833863800497303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/3892833863800497303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/03/panahon-na-ng-mga-hybrid.html' title='Panahon na ng mga hybrid'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-9197537111180794137</id><published>2007-03-05T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:14:56.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piliin ang araw na magpupula ka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isa lang ang class ko kanina so medyo late na ako gumising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagmamadali na'ko magbihis kaya dinampot ko na lang ang trademark at favorite kong red shirt at dali-daling sinuot ito tapos ay kumaripas ng takbo palabas ng bahay para hindi ma-late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ko sa Republika ng Diliman, sarado ang kalye sa tapat ng AS. Pagbaba ko sa dulo ng Palma Hall, andaming naka-pula. Ang daming tao, tapos parang may goings-on sa may AS Steps. Investigate naman ang dakilang journalist, and according to thorough research and experiments, I concluded that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meeting de Avance na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet. And I was wearing Red. Mas mukha pa'kong STAND-UP sa standard bearer nilang si Shan Abdulwahid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, ok naman yung miting de avance. Medyo onti nga lang ang nanood, at nung pumunta pa'ko sa crowd, nahatak pa'ko ni Mae (classmate ko na STAND-UP pero take note, naka-blue sya today, hehe) sa crowd ng STAND-UP. Langya, nagmukha tuloy akong tibak ng 'di oras, at syempre hindi na'ko nakatanggi. Boboto ko rin naman standard bearers nila, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panalo 'tong eksena na'to, nung pinapanood namin ni Karen ang miting de avance mula sa 2nd floor ng AS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nagsasalita vice-chairperson ng KAISA party in a very slightly-annoying high-pitched tone, pero ang sinasabi nya eh pang-tibak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; *imitates the high-pitched tone of the vice-chair* Grabe, para siyang taga-BA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen:&lt;/span&gt; ano ka ba! Taga-BA nga yan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahaha... so sad how one can easily stereotype someone from that College. Kasi naman eh, maraming mga elitista't conio sa college na yun. Isa nga lang ang kilala ko dun eh, tapos shiftee pa sya from CAL. Hehe... The Ateneo in UP nga ang tawag namin dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway botohan na bukas, at wala pa'kong iboboto sa USC. Iboboto ko sa Shan at Isa para sa Chair at Vice-Chair ng USC (from STAND-UP pareho), pero parang hindi na'ko makakaboto sa councilors, ala kasi akong kilala talaga. As in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ulit, na-reconcile ko na kung sino ang iboboto kong CMC chair. Secret na lang, baka may magalit eh. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote Wisely, people! (Ang VOTE STRAIGHT ay gawain lamang ng mga taong hindi lubusang pinag-isipan ang kanilang boto. Wag tularan. Bow.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/post&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-9197537111180794137?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/9197537111180794137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=9197537111180794137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/9197537111180794137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/9197537111180794137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/03/piliin-ang-araw-na-magpupula-ka_05.html' title='Piliin ang araw na magpupula ka'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-5919715947258089707</id><published>2007-03-04T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:01:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aktibismo ang sigaw nila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pula o dilaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabi sa kanta ni Bamboo, &lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;“Hindi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PULA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;’T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DILAW&lt;/span&gt; tunay na magkalaban.  Ang kulay at tatak ay di siyang dahilan. Hangga’t marami ang lugmok sa kahirapan. At ang hustisya ay para lang sa mayaman”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; daw.  Great.  Medyo gusto ko pa naman sana ang color &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;na &lt;/span&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;.  Hehe... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Ayun, election na kasi.  At 'di lang national at local, may micro-local at nano-local elections din na magaganap.  Panahon na rin kasi ng eleksyon sa aking mahal na pamantasan, ang UP Diliman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, hindi ako bumoto.  Puro kasi sa AS ang klase ko, at kailangan sa CMC pa'ko bumoto.  Tinamad ako pumunta ng CMC, kaya hindi na lang ako bumoto.  P5.50 rin yun noh.  Hehe... besides, 'di ko naman talaga kilala yung mga kandidato, mag-aaksaya lang ako ng isang botong wala namang matinding pag-iisip ang ginugol upang maisakatuparan.  (shet ang lalim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, dalawa ang partidong naglalaban sa CMC ngayon, 'di katulad last year na isa lang ang choice mo at ang choice mo lang talaga eh kung boboto ka o hindi.  At least ngayon tao na ang choice, hindi lang "option".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the RED Corner, ang taun-taon nang lumalaban at masasabing "seasoned" contender na STAND-UP o Student's Alliance for the Advancement of Democratic Rights - UP.  Kung pano naging yun ang expanded form ng acronym nila, tanong nyo na lang sa kanila.  Hehe... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the YELLOW Corner, ang bagong-bagong ala-Cory na partido na ISA o Interdependent Student-Centered Activism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda ang plataporma ng dalawa.  Although hindi ko tahasang nabasa ang GPOA ng STAND-UP, medyo template naman ang kanilang platform na based sa University SC na palagi namang STAND-UP ang nanalo.  So 'di na kaila sa akin kung ano ang pinaglalaban nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May pagka-elitist diumano ang plataporma at set-up ng ISA.  Hmmm, yes, may inch of truth.  Pero matanong ko lang, 'di ba't may pagka-elitist din naman ang students ng masscomm?  Kumpara mo naman sa CAL, eh medyo may pagka-pangmataas naman ang mga CMC.  Hep hep hep, I'm speaking for myself here, okay?  Based on observations lamang po.  Pero syempre, dakilang elitista pa rin ang BA.  Hehe... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, ang STAND-UP naman kasi medyo may reservations ako dahil na rin sa kanilang University-Wide na mga aksyon.  Ang problema kasi, halos lahat na lang ng issue sinasakyan.  Okay, okay, I get the point on the iskolar para sa bayan at kailangan makialam ang iskolar, pero para kasing lahat na lang pinakialaman.  Masasabi na ngang extreme leftist ang mga ito dahil talagang anti-admin sila.  Well, that's trying to speak objectively, ha?  When assessing an issue kasi one should look at both ends of the spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked on the TOFI issue, ISA is for TOFI while STAND-UP is, as expected, all-out on being against the said increase.  NGUNIT, sabi ng ISA, sa tuition increase lang daw sila pabor, hindi sa other fees, at kailangan daw mas may fullproof plan on implementing it especially yung sa rebracketing ng STFAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako, ayoko ng kahit anong increase.  That's State abandonment.  If there's anything to be done, kailangan i-rebracket lang ang STFAP at ichannel ang funds sa talagang may kailangan.  Di na kailangan ng TOFI-TOFI na yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap naman sa STAND-UP, no to TOFI sila ng no to TOFI wala naman silang mabigay na alternate solution sa financial problem ng UP.  (Or at least wala akong naririnig)  Eh wala na ngang pera eh??!  Magpapakasasa na lang tayo sa kawalang-perahan ng UP System?  We must do something about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it on a broader perspective, STAND-UP aims to do service to the students by doing it on a broader, national field so that it'll trickle down to the students.  ISA, on the other hand, would like to start with the students so that they can effect national change.  Ang tanong, ano ang mas effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tingin ko, mas maganda kung sisimulan ang serbisyo sa mismong mga constituents ng mga opisyal.  Kaya nga sila STUDENT council eh, 'yun ay para paglingkuran nila ang mga estudyante.  Ang kanilang mandate ay UNA sa estudyante BAGO sa sambayanang Pilipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I pro-ISA?  Just like in any elections, one cannot vote straight.  Let's just say I'm still contemplating on who to vote as chair (sayang talaga never ko nakita mag-campaign ang STAND-UP with their "Hi, I'm John Mark &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tuazon blah blah blah" trademark spiel.  Sayang din kasi di ko sila ma-compare, mag-base na lang tuloy ako sa GPOA ng both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa palagay ko, maganda ang mga plano ng ISA para sa kolehiyo.  Medyo ambitious nga lang at I doubt na magagawa nilang lahat yun.  Mukhang wala pang masyadong alam ang isa nilang journ rep, hehe.  Ah basta, heto ang mga iboboto ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chair: &lt;/span&gt;Wala pa.  I've "known" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bikoy&lt;/span&gt; through his blog for quite a long time.  Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Karol&lt;/span&gt; naman, CMC-er talaga, lively, upbeat at mukhang okay.  Hehe... pero 'di daw lahat ng sinabi nya last year eh natupad nya as CMC rep this year.  Hmmmm... sino ang mas magiging effective?  Abangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vice-Chair: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Martha Teodoro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Hehe... pamangkin kasi ni Sir Teodoro!  Jok lang.  I've seen Martha.  Magaling siya.  As in.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secretary:&lt;/span&gt;  Yung sa &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Forgot her name eh.  Groupmate ko kasi yung sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STAND-UP&lt;/span&gt;, and medyo talagang na-turnoff ako sa kanya.  As in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treasurer: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Jali Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;?).  &lt;/span&gt;Batchmate eh.  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journ Rep:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Carlos Maningat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Elsie Cansino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Blockmate ko yung isa eh, hehe.  Si Elsie naman, halatang magaling.  Yung isang journ rep ng STAND-UP, medyo 'di ko trip.  Magaling naman pero 'di ko talaga trip.  Yung isa naman ng ISA, parang walang alam, pa-cute lang.  Hehe... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CMC Rep: &lt;/span&gt;Sorry Mikas, I might have to go with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ayeen Malolos&lt;/span&gt; on this one...  Magaling siya.  Naging classmate ko siya sa 101 last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun.  Ikaw, sinong boboto mo?  'Di nako tatamarin this time dahil sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 6, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; na ang botohan.  May klase ako sa CMC nun.  Hehehehe... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote wisely! (not stupidly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-5919715947258089707?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/5919715947258089707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=5919715947258089707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/5919715947258089707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/5919715947258089707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/03/aktibismo-ang-sigaw-nila.html' title='Aktibismo ang sigaw nila'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-3364675884379938742</id><published>2007-03-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:59:28.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The attack of the killer goo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The changing-weather monster has once again cast a spell on this bloody nose and made it overflow with goo.  Dyan, this is all your fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything feels misty--like I'm in a dream world or something.  Eyes always watery, nose always clogged and everything.  Cough cough cough and head feels heavy.  Everything seems to be going round and round and round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the semi-annual cold.  My hexamonthly visitor, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Anyhoo, don't you think it's rather inhumane for Big Brother not letting the Housemates eat lunch just because they can't time it?  I mean, hello?  There isn't a clock, and this definitely isn't medieval nor ancient era, so I guess there's no point in not letting them eat lunch just because they can't hit the lunch-time bullseye.  Human Rights Activists, you there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  Guess what.  An update on that "one ring" article.  Kuya and I went window-shopping and canvassing for his laptop for law school.  Haha!  Talk about self-mutilation and overkill!  Every inch of me was practically wanting to prounce upon every laptop I saw!  Haha!  I know, I know, I'm killing myself.  And I want to!  Haha!  It's practically suicide.  Or, whatever.  Anyway, we found quite a good deal at 70K, but we won't be back until mid-May so prices might've dropped until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaahhh!!!  3 weeks of 2nd year life left!!!  After it we're officially a junior!!!  Waaahhh!!!  2 years of College life to go!!! (not counting the delayed and MRR years, of course)  What have I not yet done in UP?!  I must do them now before it's too late!!  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing:  Mister Kabab in Quezon Ave. cor. West Ave.?  THE BOMB.  Go there, you won't regret it.  Went there twice yesterday.  Hehe... that's how good it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Sir Mykel Andrada, Humanidades 1 (Tao Panitikan at Lipunan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sees Marlon's provocative Eng'g shirt with "So what kung uno ka?  Eng'g ka ba?" written on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir: &lt;/span&gt;Hay nako ayan na naman yang shirt na yan.  Napaka-classist!  Eh puro bagsakan naman ang mga nasa Eng'g.  Mas maiintindihan ko pa sana kung mga taga-BA ang gumawa nyan eh, kasi ganun talaga sila dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marlon: &lt;/span&gt;*walang imik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir: &lt;/span&gt;Oy joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto pa isa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Ma'am Shirley Evidente, Comm100 (Intro to Mass Comm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*writes the word 'doubledick' on the board#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry class ah, hindi ko na talaga kaya.  Nag-text kasi yung maid ko, sabi nasa doubledick daw yung mga damit.  Naloka ako, grabe!!!  Doubledick daw!!!  Haha... I can only accomodate one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha riot.  Whatta week.  Not much schoolwork, but the weeks ahead are filled with tons of them, so I'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF THIS GOOEY DISEASE, PRONTO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Magkaka-digicam na'ko, yippee!!!  And it's not from my parents.  See how they're so unmaterialistic even if it's not for so much?  The costliest thing I practically own that's from them is this freaking cellphone I've had for two years (and my mom had for yet again two years before she handed it down to me).  Okay, okay, I'm being materialistic once again.  I don't know, there's always this time of the year when I feel like I need to buy something new for myself.  Haaayyy, the pleasure of having to earn your own money.  Then again, I won't exchange the experience of College life over anything.  Yeahboy!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yun yun eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-3364675884379938742?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/3364675884379938742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=3364675884379938742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/3364675884379938742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/3364675884379938742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/attack-of-killer-goo.html' title='The attack of the killer goo'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-5158368469496472336</id><published>2007-02-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:44:52.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My One Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Pardon this little Lord-of-the-Rings-y moment in this day's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having only appreciate The Lord of the Rings recently (I'm a post-post guy, I always get on a fad whenever it's over. Hehe...), I came to a personal conclusion that everyone has his/her own "one ring" in life. You know, that one thing that tempts you the most, that one thing you can't and shouldn't have, that one thing you weren't destined to possess--may it be material, emotional, personal or what. It could be wishing to have a forever crush, a gadget you're lusting at, a vacation you've been forever wishing for, a job you've been wanting your whole life. Look at it. Look at yourself. Everybody has one. We all have our "ONE RING" which, when worn, turns us into a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I believe my one ring is a bit shallow and superficial. It may not even be a one ring for others, but that's the main point on why it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; one ring--because everybody else has it, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.itfactory.co.uk/images/laptop-buyers-guide-img.jpg" class="capt" alt="I love Google!" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, the picture probably gave it away. Yes, my one ring is a laptop. My own personal mobile computing system. Internet at my fingertips. Blogging away in some faraway land, seashore, country, continent or whatnot. It's been forever my dream to get myself one. I vowed that when I have enough money the first thing I'd buy myself is a laptop. Whenever I go to the mall, I'd salivate looking at those laptop displays with their shiny covers, sleek streamline designs and one heck of a price tag. It's it. It's the one ring I was tasked to hold, but everytime I look at it, I'm tempted to wear it--to disappear from everyone's sight and indulge in all the power, pleasure and a plethora of other things it offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember distinctly the last time I was tempted to "put on" the ring. It was in the skywalk, I borrowed a laptop from my blockmate so that I'd be able to surf and see the pictures of our class. I sat on one of the benches, put down the laptop on, well, my lap, unfolded the screen and I stopped. I stopped, yes, I sat there half-frozen, staring into my reflection on the blank screen. I was stunned. I was staring at it for so long, in my mind repeating the words "I should have you, I should have you, I should have you..." I admit it, I was an inch close into giving in to the temptation of my one ring. It was calling out to me, I could hear its voice louder than the CMC people chattering in the background... "I belong to you, you're my master... yesss, my master... I'm your preciousssssssssss" But then, it hit me. I was jolted back into reality, thank God. I snapped out of the semi-trance I was in and continued on with my work. But still, the call of the one ring lingers on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all lust about some thing--sex, love, affection, the new phone, friendship, a dream job, a dream house, someone's hug, etc. We all have our one strongest desire that we can't quench no matter what we do. We all have this one huge button in our foreheads that can easily be pressed and we're done for. We all have this one huge empty space in our hearts, longing to be filled in by that one thing we can't have. It's our weakness, and by all means I say it's okay to lust or be tempted--after all, what constitutes the commission of a sin is not the act of being tempted, but how you react to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see me cry? Tell me I'm a loser because I don't have my own laptop. Tell me how convenient the world will be if I have one of my own--how I wouldn't have to search and borrow someone's laptop whenever there's a report, how I could blog anywhere there's a wi-fi connection, how I can write my thoughts whenever I want to. Or, if your have your own laptop, wave it to my face and do the nye-nye-nye kidstuff like you mean it. You might just witness me shed a tear out of sheer envy and frustration, or I might just have to kill you and get away with your oh-so-shiny laptop. In any case, nobody wins. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my being materialistic. I'm just being madamoiselle in The Necklace--I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; I deserve something more. But then again, this is just a phase, so don't mind me. Uke?!&lt;br /&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/2634734463168361885-5158368469496472336?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/5158368469496472336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=5158368469496472336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/5158368469496472336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/5158368469496472336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-one-ring.html' title='My One Ring'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-6486166570501951239</id><published>2007-02-25T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:52:37.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She lost her medal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May Gad.  What a day it is.  At humigit-kumulang apat na oras pa lang ang tulog ko, at wala pa ata akong planong matulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ba kasi nangyari today?  Well, nag-volunteer lang naman ang Journ152 Public Relations Class namin sa Pasig River Marathon kanina.  We had to be there at 4am so all of us practically didn't sleep, which translates to "lahat kami bangag".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;So pagdating namin sa venue, hanap agad ng classmates!  After a while Ate Lois briefed us on our first assignment, to man the baggage counter booth.  Some of us went to the check-in counter to man the station, while most of us did our own pasting of numbers on to different bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, we were transferred to the T-shirt booth.  We were supposed to give out shirts to those who have already finished the race.  Yung iba nga, aba, hindi pa nag-uumpisa race humihingi na ng shirt, umaambisyon!  Aba binigyan nga namin ng straight english, "Sir, I'm sorry but we'll only be releasing shirts after the race."  Ayun natahimik.  Hehe... Di ata kinaya ang lumelevel-up naming english kuno.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung umpisa, andali pa ng trabaho eh.  Nag-pa-pack kami ng sorta-relief goods para sa tumakbo ng isang milyong milya aka the 42-kilometer marathon race.  Eggs, Oranges and Bananas ang nasa bawat loot bag.  Madali lang kasi assembly line.  But then a few minutes later aba, may tapos na mag-race!  Ambibilis!  Parang mga may pakpak at lumipad ata yung mga yun eh!  So nagkumahog naman kami na bigyan sila ng shirts.  May mga tumakbo ng 3K, 5K at 10K at lahat sila bibigyan ng shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So una madali na naman, onti pa lang kasi ang nakakatapos.  Tapos maya-maya walanjo, stampede na!!!  Talagang nagdagsaan na ang mga tao para kumuha ng tshirt kaya nawala na rin yung sistema namin na iba-ibang lanes for different kilometer races.  Yung iba nga nagagalit na samin pag pinapalipat namin sila ng lane, ang haba daw ng pinila nila.  Aba sungit!  Sarap dunggulin!  Sabi ba naman, "It's your job to take care of us, to give us what we paid for.  Ang haba ng pinila namin, sabi nila dito daw ang pila, tapos palilipatin nyo kami?!"  Aba yung isa ngang manang na kasama namin sinungitan siya.  Haha, di nakuha sa sungit, sabi ko na lang "sorry po sir, pero volunteers lang rin po kami dito..." sabay bigay ng shirt at ayun, umalis na ang loko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway sa pamimigay ng shirts, biglang may umeksenang mahaderang manang na official kuno nung event.  Aba at biglang sinugod yung lane namin, tas pinagduduro yung number nung isang racer.  Sabi ba naman, "Hala! Hala kayo!!  May tatak na received na yan!!!  Bakit nyo binibigyan ng shirt?!  Yang mga may tatak na yan nabigyan na yan sa school nila ng shirt?!!  Bakit nyo binibigyan ulet??!!"  Aba at nung una eh nanliit kaming mga sinigawan niya pero maya-maya, natauhan kami, kasi walanjo wala namang sinabi samin na ganun pala yun.  Aba, tinaray-tarayan nga namin, lalo na nung si Kuya Rowel na handler namin.  Talagang nag-ala ghetto sya, kulang na lang yung finger tsaka body sway and *snap snap snap*.  Tapos kumuha pa yung babae ng megaphone to announce nga na di bibigyan yung mga may tatak.  Pero tuloy pa rin ang pakikipag-away namin, tas binigyan namin ng isang, "Ate, mga taga-UP kami, hindi naman siguro kami tanga na bibigyan namin yang mga may tatak na yan kung sinabi samin na huwag bigyan diba?!".  Pero ayaw magpatinag ng lola mo.  Sabi ko nga, "Ate, mag-isa ka lang nagsasabi na nasabihan kami.  Lahat kami dito sinasabi sayo HINDI KAMI SINABIHAN."  Ayun, takbo na lang ang mahaderang manang dun sa baggage counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edi ayun na nga.  ANLAKING trobol.  Nagkulang yung shirts na ipapamigay kasi nga naibigay dun sa mga may shirts na pala.  CRISIS PR in real time!  Talagang hindi namin alam kung pano haharapin yung racers, nawala ang pagka-PR Class at MassComm students namin, kasi talagang hindi namin sila maharap para kaming susugurin at kukuyugin!  Eh wala naman kaming magawa, kasi volunteers lang kami.  Ginagawa lang naman namin kung ano yung sinabi samin, at kung ano yung hindi sinabi, aba, that's the least of our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang separate yung shirts for 42K runners.  Dun na lang kami lumevel-up, talagang pag may dumating na 42K runner todo spiel at performance level kami ng "Congratulations on finishing the race!" at "You're.  So.  Great!" na may complete cheering moves pa, hehe.  Talagang di namin pinansin yung mga 'di 42K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang maya-maya, may dumating na official from the event tas sila kumausap.  At least tinantanan na kami.  Kami kasi talaga yung namumura, eh mga munting angel lang naman kaming walang langit... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating tuloy ni Ma'am Tessa, prof namin sa PR, talagang todo iyak kami sa kanya kuno, hehe... nagsusumbong sa nanay kasi inaaway mga anak nya, hehehe...  Sabay sabi, "Ma'am kasi, di pa kami tinuruan ng Crisis PR eh!"  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ma-resolve yung conflict, ayun tuloy lang kami sa pagseserve ng 42K runners na talaga namang inubos ang boses at energy naming lahat.  I remember distinctly may isang foreigner sabi nya nawala daw yung medal nya.  So ako naman sabi ko kay Ma'am Tess, "Ma'am, she lost her medal daw po!"  Nyahahahaha riot kasi lalaki yung foreigner.  Bumaha tuloy ng dugo sa booth namin galing sa ilong ko.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note lang, grabe talaga energy ng mga taga-MassComm, sobrang taas at sobrang nakakahawa.  Grabe.  I so love my College.  I belong here!  Sabi nga nung isang volunteer na kasama namin sa superior nya, "Ma'am, kahapon pa'ko hindi natutulog, pero dahil sa kanila talagang nabubuhayan ako ng dugo!"  Awwwww... salamat ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral Lesson of this experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;      Madaming asshole sa mundo.  Well, di nila kasi naiintindihan yung sitwasyon kaya nagmumukha silang asshole.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      Mahirap mag-volunteer.  True.  Sobrang totoo.  Nagvovolunteer ka na nga lang, kaw pa yung namumura, napapagalitan na akala mo you're not doing a good job.  Sabi nung isang racer, "nagbayad kami rito so dapat nakukuha namin yung binayad namin!"  Sabi ko na lang sa sarili ko, "kami nga 'di binabayaran eh, pero eto kami naglilingkod sa inyo..."  Grabe, no good deed goes unpunished talaga.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      Sa pagvovolunteer, kailangan alam mo na sasabak ka sa isang napaka-physically, emotionally and psychologically draining na task.  Buti na lang nanjan ang mga classmates ko na talaga namang they kept my spirit alive despite the many trials and tribulations.  Hehe... GO UP MASSCOMM!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay Lord, salamat sa energy, salamat sa fun-filled day na kahit puno ng tensyon, sobrang enriching na experience naman.  Lord, thanks din sa Kuya ko na hinatid at sinundo ako!  Salamat po sa araw na'to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa susunod ulit!!!  Tsaka na pictures, di pa inuupload ni laurice eh.  Hehe...&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/2634734463168361885-6486166570501951239?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/6486166570501951239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=6486166570501951239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/6486166570501951239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/6486166570501951239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-lost-her-medal.html' title='She lost her medal!'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-2472709699497698585</id><published>2007-02-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:48:07.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itanong nyo na lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Itanong nyo na lang kung anong masamang hangin ang nagdala sa'kin dito sa blog ko para mag-blog ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sige, basahin nyo na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kuya and I have been whining about this for quite some time now. Ever since we caught wind of this news, we never stopped ranting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus Radio stoops down the level of a thousand leagues below sea water and reincarnates into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janjarananjanaaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barangay LS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone get any cornier than this? I mean, to whose stupid mind can we attribute this dastardly deed? Just when I was beginning to re-love LS, this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I started listening to Kool 106 (haha, reveal na ang katandaan). Then Kool shut down so I shifted to Magic 89.9 until I grew teen. Recently, I got re-introduced to Campus Radio because of my Kuya. I totally loved Campus Radio, as in. As in I don't listen to any station other than LS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then LS betrays us?! Just leaves us hanging off the air?! (Quite literally at that) And the worse of all, LS didn't leave us for something better. LS left us for something far worse than kukurukuku and kailangan pa bang i-memorize yan. (Barangay LS?!! Forever??!! Hellooooo???!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.  Time to look for a new radio station that won't leave us hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RX perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2634734463168361885-2472709699497698585?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/2472709699497698585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=2472709699497698585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/2472709699497698585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/2472709699497698585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/02/itanong-nyo-na-lang.html' title='Itanong nyo na lang...'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-5142414794928357733</id><published>2007-01-17T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:46:29.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who da Monster?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ra4kpgoKCkYAAH4QcX01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.jmtuazon.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ra4kpgoKCkYAAH4QcX01/Piktyur%2805%29%2803%29.jpg?et=MosDZ6V4Befi%2CR9l2J0YdA" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinong Halimaw??! SINONG HALIMAAAWWW???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;My Kuya, the greatest brother in the whole wide universe, just passed the UP Law Aptitude Exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Now, to give you a background of LAE (Law Aptitude Exam), it's only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;most sought-after exam in the metro. Maraming pumapatay just to pass the UP LAE. Meron ngang ibang aspiring lawyers na ang motto is, "It's UP or nothing". Eh pano ba naman, UP's only one of the best, if not the best, Law Schools in the whole country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;To give you an idea how hard it is to get to UP LAW, an estimate of 4,000 people take the test every year, and only around 170 people are chosen to be admitted. Half of those are admitted automatically upon release of results, while the other half are sifted through interviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Now, to give you an idea how MONSTROUS this Kuya of mine is, let's give you his background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;My Kuya's (Luis Jose F. Geronimo) a graduate of Political Science from the Ateneo. He already took the LAE last 2004, but due to some personal reasons, he decided not to pursue it. When he passed his first LAE, he was automatically admitted, meaning he's in the top 60 or so and he need not undergo the interview. Now, when you don't have to undergo the interview, then you're the bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;When he first took LAE, he took 1 month of review sessions from a center. However, this year, due to some difficulties as well, he was only able to review for the exam for one week. However, when results came out, AGAIN, he's one of the Top 60 or so who need not be interviewed to qualify. TWICE!!! He did it TWICE!!! Ngayon kung hindi pa sya halimaw, ewan ko na lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The son of Miriam Defensor-Santiago allegedly killed himself because he didn't pass UP LAE (or my story could be twisted, please do verify).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The Summa Cum Laude of UP Political Science Dept. didn't pass LAE when he took it last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;My brother had gone through a lot of difficulties and trauma, had only one week to prepare for the exam, has graduated PolSci for over 2 years (Cum Laude "only"), had difficulty answering the essay part because his hand was numb, plus the pressure of ending up nowhere if he doesn't pass the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;And you know what? He did. HE ACED the exam, ate it like some peanuts sold in the street. It was a piece of cake for him. He passed! He's gonna be my schoolmate!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I am so damn proud of my Kuya, and that's why I want the whole world to know about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&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/2634734463168361885-5142414794928357733?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/5142414794928357733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=5142414794928357733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/5142414794928357733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/5142414794928357733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-da-monster.html' title='Who da Monster?!'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-4553003083256229537</id><published>2007-01-15T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:44:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecent Exposure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a flat-out futile attempt at writing a decent journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced something like this?  You start your day off quite alright, reciting in your head thousands of words--comments, opinions, whatnots--that could majestically be tailored into a wonderful blog entry.  All day you wait for that moment when your hands would touch the keyboards and, seemingly, all the words from the morning before would suddenly flow through your hands, word for word, letter by letter, down into the keyboard, and then to the screen in front of you.  You anxiously wait for that moment to come.  ANXIOUSLY, vigorously, frustratingly, nervously.  When your day ends you rush home, throw all your mess down the floor, flex your hand muscles, twitch your neck a little left and right, and then, start laying your hands into that very precious keyboard, all words now ready to flow through your hands like blood gushing from a wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it doesn't happen.  The word vomit just doesn't take place.  The verbal diarrhea Miriam was talking about suddenly turns into constipation.  You type a word.  And then you erase it.  You type again.  You try to remember, but you can't.  Suddenly all the words inside your head seems to have scrammed as if they were rallyists ready to be watered down by a fireman's hose.  They're gone.  All your bright ideas, your fantastic reviews, your stunning opinions--all gone.  And then you start to drift into that void--the internet--and do other things instead.  Suddenly, you have turned from one intelligent, highly-opinionated being to a dork being sucked in into the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;A miracle!  I have typed a coherent, actually-sensible entry.  Haha... just like they say, when you can't write about anything, write about nothing.  Okay, imbento ko lang yun, pero totoo, right?  That's my predicament for the past couple of days.  I've been itching to get my hands on a keyboard everytime I thought of an idea, but by the time I get the chance, laziness suddenly befalls--becomes--me.  It's as if I have this syndrome, this illness that whenever I face the screen, my brain would suddenly be drained of every knowledge it has ever contained.  Weird, eh?  Ano to, blogger's block?  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of this silly excuse for a blog entry.  I'm really just trying to kill time (in a warm place?  Sir Dalisay, is that you?).  It's 11:30pm and I have a class in approximately 11 hours.  I should really be sleeping by now, so I won't be all aloof and masungit tomorrow, but my body just isn't in the resting mood.  Maybe after a few kicks of whatever.  Anyhow, I'm out for now, see ya'll soon! (Haha ang ghetto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm setting up another blog, watch out for that.  Medyo bumabalik ang pagka-socially-active individual natin eh.  Or something.  Basta, ewan, eto, passionate, well, actually agitated, about something.  (Grabe ilang comma yun)  Basta it's for a social cause, and I have high hopes for it (kahit na alam ko namang hindi ganun kalayo ang mararating ng aking pangarap--wow deep).  Anyhow, hopefully I can manage to even start it with a decent layout.  Hopefully.  Pray with me, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+++ Back to Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2634734463168361885-4553003083256229537?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/4553003083256229537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=4553003083256229537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/4553003083256229537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/4553003083256229537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/01/indecent-exposure.html' title='Indecent Exposure'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-1517935247419068364</id><published>2007-01-06T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:39:04.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The anatomy of a dumbass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You wanna know who's pathetic? Lito Atienza and his crazy antics. I'm sitting here, enjoying my comfy Saturday morning when I accidentally surfed through his show on a local network and what do I see? Two men dressed in flower-clad polos fooling the nation with their moronic pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what's with dressing up your son the same way you do? Will that fool the voters into thinking, "Hey, that looks like him! Maybe he acts like him too, let's vote for him!" I mean, duh, I don't believe making your son dress up like you is gonna win him elections. Poor boy, I don't even think he knows a zilch about politics, yet he's dragged into this whole circus of freak shows. I hope he doesn't win, it's for his own future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same goes for all the stupid politicians and non-politicians out there who are aiming to run for the upcoming elections, thinking we haven't learned from our previous mistakes. We have, fools, we're not gonna elect yet another set of stupid morons up there in Congress! Huh! After what you've done, lambasting our Constitution, saving a dumbass president's ass from getting ousted and whatnots, hey, it's payback time you trapos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be the dawn of a new age come May 14. I registered, and I will damn hell vote. IF I find my name in that damn voter's list, but let's save that for another post.&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/2634734463168361885-1517935247419068364?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/1517935247419068364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=1517935247419068364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/1517935247419068364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/1517935247419068364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/04/anatomy-of-dumbass.html' title='The anatomy of a dumbass'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634734463168361885.post-2907148689448873556</id><published>2006-12-25T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:37:07.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Anew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="width: 187px; height: 250px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.jmtuazon.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RY7DawoKCkYAAAH8zYw1/11022006877.jpg?et=dScORV%2CmV87sKwrtzfYR4w" border="0"&gt;So I've decided to up this multiply page of mine. Yep, that's so me, getting into the fad long after it has reached its peak of popularity (or so it seems). Anyway, I've been meaning to get this place up and running for the longest time now, but I wasn't able to manage the task for some peculiar reason (read: ka-ta-ma-ran, not so peculiar at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;EVERYONE! The days are cold again and you always end up wondering, where the heck has the year gone? It has passed by so quickly. Parang kelan lang, maliliit pa tayong mga bata... hehehe... But seriously, this year has gone so fast. I now have an idea what to name this year (2004: Year of Discovery; 2005: Year of the Two). Of course, that'll come in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a totally different Christmas for me, for a number of reasons. For one, secret. For two, secret ulet. Hehe... Basta I'm so happy. And that happiness didn't come from some happy event or a happy thing a happy person did. That happiness came from a choice, and the choice is to be happy. Kaya I'm so happy this Christmas, and that's what makes it different! Gulo noh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's Celebrate! Christ is finally born, finally we have a savior. Lisa Simpson just said that Christmas has become very materialistic nowadays (believe me, you gotta take it from her). Sooo true. Christmas has become a season of gifts, of money, of cold beers and bloated bellies. We all have Santa Clauses, Reindeers and Jack Frosts. Christmas Trees, Christmas Lights, Christmas Ham and whatnots. Good thing the good ol' Belen reminds us of what this day really is about: the day the Savior humbled himself and went down to Earth to save all of mankind. This is the day that cutesy little baby named Jesus was born in Bethlehem, down in a manger along with the animals. "The greatest of Kings born in the humblest of places," a line from The Nativity Story. Truly, gifts, money, hams and reindeers are okay, but let's not forget whose birthday it is today: JESUS CHRIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kuya Jess!&lt;/span&gt; You should've been two thousand and six years old today, but I know you'll still look young!&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/2634734463168361885-2907148689448873556?l=shutterbl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/feeds/2907148689448873556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2634734463168361885&amp;postID=2907148689448873556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/2907148689448873556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2634734463168361885/posts/default/2907148689448873556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterbl0g.blogspot.com/2007/12/starting-anew.html' title='Starting Anew'/><author><name>JM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/jmtuazon/Piktyur37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
