<?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-11248789</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:33:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archer Since Birth</title><subtitle type='html'>Nope this isn't about the DLSU Green Archers, although they are my favorite topic. It's just about me and the crazy things that happen in my life. Or it could just be the silly things running through my mind. Always aiming for the bull's eye. Now, I know a perfect word to describe me: ARCHER.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-113409676727769951</id><published>2005-12-09T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:52:47.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, it’s been weeks since I’ve last updated my blog. I’m very sorry. This working girl has been doing a lot of things lately. And to be honest, I haven’t got any topic in mind today. So what have I been up to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;First of all, I’ve been working on my promotion to Senior Specialist. It all came in a rush to me. I didn’t plan for this. The moment I got regularized, my team leader recommended me and 3 other teammates of mine as senior specialist. We have to take an exam for this. And I’m not expecting to pass the exam for the first time. They all say it’s very hard. Even so, I have been going to work an hour early to review. Am I taking this seriously or what? Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Second of all, my birthday is coming up. Waahhh. I’m turning a year older. And since I don’t have any close, with regards to proximity, relatives here in Cebu, I have been planning a party for me, my teammates, some wavemates and former classmates. It’s going to be held in our house. This will be fun. I have promised them videoke and booze. Hehehe. I’m a late bloomer when it comes to partyin’ and I mean real partyin’. But I know it will be fun. Good thing my birthday falls on the rest day of most of my guests. And I have feeling that my next blog will be about my birthday. Watch out for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Third, and most important, Christmas. It’s just around the corner and I still have no idea what to give for my mom, dad and brother. I mean, I know what they want it’s just that I don’t know if I have the money for it or after it. Hehehe. I wouldn’t even be at home during noche buena because I have work on the 24th. Sad time, that would be. I don’t even want to think of how our family will be during that time. At least, we don’t have work on Christmas day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So, they say that Christmas is indeed the busiest time of the year. I am having a first hand experience of it. At least, there is someone else busier than me…. Santa Clause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-113409676727769951?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/113409676727769951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=113409676727769951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113409676727769951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113409676727769951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/12/busy-busy-day.html' title='Busy, Busy Day'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-113323606598617543</id><published>2005-11-29T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:24:24.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moalboal Experience Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures of our team building in Moalboal. For the rest of it, just click on the link below: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/team%20building/71918220.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Still in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/team%20building/497bf9ed.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/team%20building/DCP_2528.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend Melanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/team%20building/2874698a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the drinking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures? Click this: &lt;a href="http://renren1983.multiply.com/photos/album/3"&gt;Moalboal Experience&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-113323606598617543?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/113323606598617543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=113323606598617543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113323606598617543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113323606598617543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/11/moalboal-experience-part-2_29.html' title='Moalboal Experience Part 2'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/team%20building/th_71918220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-113323568650972769</id><published>2005-11-29T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:41:26.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moalboal Experience Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures of our team building in Moalboal. For the rest of it, just click on the link below: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/team%20building/71918220.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Still in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/team%20building/497bf9ed.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/team%20building/DCP_2528.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend Melanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/team%20building/2874698a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the drinking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures? Click this: &lt;a href="http://renren1983.mulitiply.com/photos.albums/3"&gt;Moalboal Experience&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-113323568650972769?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/113323568650972769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=113323568650972769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113323568650972769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113323568650972769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/11/moalboal-experience-part-2.html' title='Moalboal Experience Part 2'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/team%20building/th_71918220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-113298472576547320</id><published>2005-11-26T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:58:45.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moalboal Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve never been a beach-person. I don’t really get too excited with the thought of going to a resort but the recent team building we had was worth a treasure chest of memories. And after that, I don’t know if I’d want to be with another team. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was planned for more than a month and the date was moved more times than players in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a game of musical chairs were when finally it was decided that November 23-24, 2005 will be our outing dates.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="23" month="11"&gt;November 23, 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;At exactly &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="7"&gt;7:30 AM&lt;/st1:time&gt;, I logged out from my phone and punched out of my sched. Mind you, I’m not that excited. Hehehe. It’s not really the thought of going to the beach that excites me but just spending two days with my new “family”. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I changed my clothes coz I can’t go to the beach in business attire. We waited for the rest of the team to arrive and for our vans to fetch us. There were 18 of us including our team leader. Then along came her friend and one of our team mates brought along her daughter and nanny. So after more than an hour wait, we were on our way to Moalboal, to our team leader’s beach resort. Get ready now for a 2 hour drive. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;On the way to Moalboal, which by the way is a beautiful diving spot in &lt;st1:place&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt;, there was a lot of talking. As if we never get tired of talking. Anyway, that’s our job right? To talk . . . a lot. But I was so tired from last night’s work so I tried to sleep. Well, I was able to for an hour or so but then I suddenly felt like I was pushed back and forth. That’s when I realized that we were already in our version of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Baguio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; in &lt;st1:place&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt; (read: zigzag). Kinda got dizzy at that point. Anyhow, it just faded away when we realized that we already there. So there was a separate cottage for the girls and the boys. It was still kinda hot when we got there being that it was almost noontime so we just opted to stay indoors talk, play cards and wait for lunch. Food was great by the way. After lunch, the guitar was taken out of its case and there were some singing. When the weather cool enough (thanks to our singing) to go to the waters, my team mates enjoyed there time in the waters. I was not able to join them because I don’t know how to swim and I don’t want to ruin my newly straightened and cellophaned hair. I was content to watch them having fun. It was really dark when they came out of the waters. Don’t think I was not able to take a nap in between activities coz I was. An hour’s sleep is actually enough to get me reenergized. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Evening came and we’re still like energizer bunnies. We just kept going and going and going with all the fun. I tried to rest in the girl’s cottage after dinner but after a few minutes, I was called to go out and join the drinking session. Red Horse was opened here and there and “tagay” time na. But after 5 half-filled glasses, I passed. Better stop while I still know what I was doing. But of course I didn’t retreat to the cottage. In fact I stayed much longer. Well, I was content eating chips and singing along with the guitar. But after a while, some of us were already drunk, but the fun never stops there. Actually, it was almost cut short when a couple of American oldies came up to us and asked when the party will stop because they want “some peace and quiet”. To borrow some of my team mates’ words “irate customers are everywhere”. Did that stop us? Of course not. We transferred to the boys’ cottage. I like their cottage a lot coz it was like a home by the beach. Something like Leonardo Di Caprio’s house in the beach. The ladies’ cottage was only like a room. Anyway, so we transferred to the guys’ cottage. Also because three of us don’t have any room in the ladies’ ottage. Even in trying to sleep, the “kakulitan” never stops. What do you expect when boys get together? But we almost forgot something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="24" month="11"&gt;November 24, 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;At exactly &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;12 midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt;, we woke Mommy Beth up to greet her a happy birthday. And we did not actually meant to do it but after we greeted Mommy Beth, we headed back to the cottage to sleep. But the birthday celebrant thought there was still some more drinking. So what did she do? She went to the boys’ cottage pulled each of us out of the beds (just when I was drifting to dreamland) and dragged to the nearest billiard hall. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;So after a game and a few bottles of beer, we took off and looked for. . . a videoke bar. Of course, what’s a night out with friends without having a concert, right? So, of course, I felt energized again with the videoke. After belting out a few songs, we called it a night (or was that early morning?). Mommy Beth went back to the ladies’ cottage. Jan, Mel and I went back to the guys’ cottage. We were the last to get in so, obviously, we ran out of space in the bedroom. The solution? Sleep in the living room. Jan, being a gentleman, allowed Mel and I to sleep on the sofa and he slept in the couch. I didn’t even know if he was able to sleep. Anyway, to cut the long story short, we only had 2 hours of sleep. Yah, after a long night, only 2 hours of sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;When everyone was already awake and full after breakfast, off we go to island hopping. We went to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Pescadores&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Island&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It’s so beautiful. The water was so clear. Great for snorkeling and diving. The place was simply . . awesome. Some of my team mates went swimming. Some of us stayed in the boat. But the bottom line is we really had fun. After we went back from &lt;st1:place&gt;Pescadores&lt;/st1:place&gt;, we got ready for lunch and got ready to leave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;So we went back to the busy hustle and bustle of the city. But at least for two days, we forgot our worries and really enjoyed each other’s company. Well, I don’t know if two days were enough but if you ask me, I hope another team building comes in our way. I would definitely love the change in atmosphere and it definitely made us closer in our team. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry but there are no pictures for now. I still have to upload them. Just keep posted for those pics.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-113298472576547320?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/113298472576547320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=113298472576547320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113298472576547320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113298472576547320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/11/moalboal-experience.html' title='The Moalboal Experience'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-113184882148504321</id><published>2005-11-13T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T10:27:01.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried Eggs, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bakit ang init ng ulo mo? Pwede na prituhan ng itlog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the comment I got from a friend. I don't know why but today is just not a good day for me. I was not in a good mood when I came home from work then I encountered another friend who was also is having a bad day. My mood became worse. I don't know why but I really got affected when he seemed to "snap" at me. I was just saying hi and be . . . . bottom line is I'm in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually talkative but right now, I really don't feel like opening my mouth at all. I don't wanna be disturbed and don't do anything stupid in front of me or I'll really blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let out the feelings I have right now. I know my article is kinda boring but.... oh well. This is better than having fried eggs on top of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-113184882148504321?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/113184882148504321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=113184882148504321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113184882148504321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113184882148504321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/11/fried-eggs-anyone.html' title='Fried Eggs, Anyone?'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-113046590859675556</id><published>2005-10-28T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:18:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I went to sleep at around 11 pm coz I watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in HBO. I’ve seen this film lots of times since its premiere last year and I still enjoy it. In fact, I’ve seen all the Harry Potter films that were already released more than five times each. And the books? I’ve read all six books and each book is more exciting than the one before. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;But this article is about one particular book and why almost everyone who has read is talking about this. I have read the latest of the Harry Potter book series. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I’m not gonna spoil everything for the benefit of those who haven’t read it yet. But there is one particular chapter that got everyone talking and spilling out their theories. I’ve got to share this or else, I’m going to burst.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, I want to say sorry to all Harry Potter fans out there who haven’t read the Half Blood Prince for spilling this very important part of the book. You’ll understand why. One of the key characters in the book is Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He is one of the best allies Harry ever had. He is “untouchable” because even the Dark Lord is scared of him. We all thought he would be there until the end to live happily ever after. I guess we have to think again. Why? Because in this book, he died. He got killed by. . . drum roll please. . . Professor Severus Snape, the former Potions Master who became Harry’s professor in . . . drum roll again please. . . Defense Against the Dark Arts. I told ‘ya this book is full of surprises. Anyway, the details are too painful to relay (drama) but let me just say that this is where all the theories have crisscrossed each other to doubt Dumbledore’s death.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, he was killed using the Killing Curse. From my previous readings, the victim of the Killing Curse only sees a green flash of light before falling down dead. Dumbledore’s was different. He was sort of thrown out before dying. The first time such effect of the “Killing Curse” was heard of.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Second, Dumbledore seemed to know that he will be killed that night. He had Harry go with him in their mission. Harry was in his invisibility cloak by the stairs but Dumbledore froze him before the enemies busted in. Dumbledore was weak and could really use the help of Harry but why the heck did he freeze him? In other words, his death seemed to be “planned”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Third, where was Fawkes, Dumbledore’s pet &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Phoenix&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;? Fawkes has always been there whenever Dumbledore was in danger even if he’s very far from the castle. In Book 5, when somebody tried to kill Dumbledore using the Killing Curse, Fawkes swallowed it to protect Dumbledore. Why was Fawkes not able to do it this time when he was just in the nearby tower? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Another theory is that Snape did not really use the Killing Curse but another spell that was made to look like the Killing Curse. Snape is a master when it comes to performing a spell with his mind and saying another spell. Kind of complicated to explain. Throughout all the years Harry spent in the school so far, there were more than one occasion wherein we doubted the loyalty of Snape and questioned the decision of Dumbledore in keeping him in school knowing that he used to be a Death Eater. He could be double crossing Dumbledore for all we know. Or he could be acting as a double agent to Dumbledore also. The plot thickens. Well, all we revealed when the next book comes out. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the meantime, for all the theories why Dumbledore is not really dead please visit this website: &lt;a href="http://www.dumbledoreisnotdead.com/"&gt;www.dumbledoreisnotdead.com&lt;/a&gt;. A warning though, don’t go on if you haven’t read the book yet. Or if you don’t want to have sleepless nights.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures from the Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire movie from the &lt;a href="http://www.gobletoffire.com/"&gt;www.gobletoffire.com&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;The Triwizard competitors:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Viktor Krum from Durmstang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/harryfire4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fleaur Delacour from Beauxbaton&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/harryfire3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/goblet3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Harry Potter from Hogwarts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/goblet6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Harry’s friends:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/harryfire2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/harryfire.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Harry’s crush Cho Chang:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;(a little trivia. It once was reported that our very own Heart Evangelista was also considered to play Cho’s character)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/goblet1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-113046590859675556?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/113046590859675556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=113046590859675556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113046590859675556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/113046590859675556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/10/half-blood-prince.html' title='The Half Blood Prince'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112979667314824682</id><published>2005-10-20T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:53:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telebabad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ten, fifteen or twenty years ago, who would’ve thought that one could earn a lot just by answering the phone? Maybe those who never thought that call centers could cause an employment bloom in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Had those American companies never thought of putting up call centers here in our country, we would still wonder where a lot of us would get money to put food in our tables. But a lot of people still don’t understand call centers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I work in one and it’s one of the top call centers in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I’m proud that I work in a call center. It’s cool and it’s an in thing right now. But why are there still people who look down on people working in a call center? I know coz I have first hand experience on this. Maybe they just don’t understand. Maybe they think it’s a mediocre job. Maybe they think all we do is just answer the phone. Maybe it’s about time I open their minds.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of people mistake call center agents as phone operators. There’s a big difference. Phone operators only connect/transfer calls. Call center agents provide customer solutions whether technical issues, billing or other things. This is one thing some people are ignorant about. I remember when I was in our graduation practice and our dean announced that there will be a job fair in our school where we could apply and a lot of the companies will be from call centers. A classmate of mine snorted and said, “What would we do in a call center?” in a sarcastic sort of way. One more experience from a teacher. In a class of mine about computer programming, my teacher asked us what we plan to do after we graduate. A classmate of mine reacted and sort of said that she’ll be a call center agent. Now, whether it’s a joke or not, I’ll never know but one thing that will always stick in my mind is the look in my teacher’s face. I can’t describe it but it’s definitely not good. She even commented that probably my classmate was in a wrong course. Those made me wonder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s wrong with being in a call center? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I’m working in a call center, I can’t find anything wrong with it. Aside from working in unholy hours and missing going out on weekends and working on holidays, there’s really nothing wrong with it. It could be hard but if you think about it, the pay is worth it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;So what do we really do in a call center? Simple. We provide solutions. The client for the call center I’m working in is a wireless telecom company. We handle billing and general customer solutions meaning we also do plan changes and other stuff that has to do with a postpaid cellphone. We also do a bit of technical solution like activating a phone, changing the number of a phone, programming and basic troubleshooting. Even transferring a phone number from one phone to another. You see, SIM cards are not really being widely used in the States so to be able to use another phone using the same number and plan, programming is needed. But I won’t get into the details coz it’ll just bore you. But let me tell you this, a big bulk of our job has to do with billing. And this is where all the headache comes in. A lot of our customers are really uptight when it comes to their bill. They can get irate and really upset because of this but then most of the time, it just comes to the point that they just don’t know how to read their bill. Let me tell you that there was a time when I had customers who are screaming at me because they were being charged for some services that they were supposed to get free for a certain period of time but when I looked at their bill, they overlooked the part where it says they were given a credit for that service. In the end, you’ll just laugh at their, well, stupidity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;There are a lot of horror stories like this when you work in a call center. There are even worse. You’ll even encounter customers who are really impossible to deal with. There are also who are very cooperative and understand what your job is. But whatever kind of people you encounter, it always feels good when they say that they are satisfied with the service you gave them. And of course, it always feels good when you receive your pay slip. You feel that everything is worth it. Nope, there’s no way I’m telling you how much my salary is. Let’s just put it this way. I was able to buy new clothes, new stuff, new cellphone and give tuition fee to my bro with my salary. Not in a month of course. But I was able to do it in 3 months. Interested? *wink wink*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It takes a lot of brains to work in a call center. You’ll have to analyze of things and a lot of imagination to build rapport with a customer. And next time you meet a person who works in a call center, don’t look down at them. Be thankful even coz we’re one of the highest taxpayers in this country. And if you’ll be interested, try it yourself. You might even enjoy it the way I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112979667314824682?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112979667314824682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112979667314824682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112979667314824682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112979667314824682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/10/telebabad.html' title='Telebabad'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112933835673848382</id><published>2005-10-15T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:05:56.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter to the Ninja</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, I know he won’t get to read this but then again, even if there’s a really small possibility that he will ever set his eyes in my blog, let me still express my appreciation for his boundless “magic”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;To Mr. Joseph Henry Yeo,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember when UAAP Season 64 started and you paraded in with your teammates, I noticed the chinito guy who seemed to be very quiet but had this aura of confidence in him. Together with your best friend and fellow rookie, Mac Cardona and the other rookies in the Green Archers, I sensed your excitement being with the champion. I said to myself, I look out for this bunch of fresh “greenies” because I know one of them will make UAAP exciting. I was mistaken. Not one of you made a big impact in the league, but TWO of you did it. You and Mac Cardona. We all know where Mac is right now and what he did for the team, while you take the back seat. But now this Season 68 you’re the one at front line and you never disappointed us, your fans and supporters.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;With every dribble of the ball, every sprint on the court, every steal, every acrobatic lay-up and every three pointer is a sight to behold. We hold our breaths when you go for a drive either to finish or to dish out at the last minute to a teammate. You’re a photographer’s delight with the different ways you float in the air. How do you do that? It seems it’s the most natural thing for you to do. It’s as easy as breathing, as natural as living. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Girls have a crush on you for your looks; guys idolize you for your talent on the hard court. But this has a price to pay. Many times you were called “maangas” and “mayabang”. Many times you were cited for your trash talking. As many people look up to you, there are also those who tried to bring you down. Those people who see nothing but your mistakes. Yet, you never let these trouble you. Instead, you continued to hone your craft. You improved and worked on areas you need to enhance. You learned how to pass and earned the respect of those who used to criticize you. You made your detractors your fans, and you made your fans love you more. Only a few players can do this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;This UAAP Season, the De La Salle Green Archers have been hounded with controversies and with the departure of your partner to the pros, you were given the burden of being in the front line when people throw insults and bash the team. So what? They’re not that important. What’s important is you deliver on the court. People doubted the capability of the Archers to make it to the Finals but you proved them wrong. You and your comrades brought the Archers to where they should belong, at the top with the top teams. You even brought the team close to keeping the trophy. Nobody thought that &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; could go into a winning streak with huge margins, defeat Ateneo twice and even prove that you can defeat UE twice even when faced with a protest. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;There are a lot of things you did for the team on and off the court. And for that I want to say thank you. Sure, you weren’t able to win the championship but you never gave up. You kept on fighting until the final buzzer. You never gave up. You believed in the team more than anyone else. Thank you for the exciting games you brought into the league. Thank you for giving us the reason to watch your every game. Thank you for making us proud to be &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; supporters. Thank you for being Joseph Yeo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the other news:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve heard and read this news that &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; found out that one of its third year players is ineligible. Because of this, they are returning the trophies that they earned since this player joined the team. This is very sad news. This means that they would have to return the trophy they won for the 2004 championship. I don’t know much of the news but it is still under investigation. Some people say that &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; might be suspended for a year. But even so, I am still proud of what &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; did. Not the fielding in of ineligible player but for coming out despite of the circumstances that they may face. They did not hide the fact that they have an ineligible player and are even willing to give up their trophies. Whatever comes out of this let this be a lesson to other schools and I hope the board gives a fair judgment. And whatever happens I will still support the De La Salle Green Archers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112933835673848382?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112933835673848382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112933835673848382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112933835673848382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112933835673848382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/10/open-letter-to-ninja.html' title='An Open Letter to the Ninja'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112886915854938243</id><published>2005-10-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:28:06.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaack!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, after a millennium of missed "update" days, I got a chance to post again in my blog where the cobwebs and dust are having a party. Don't fret, I did not have writer's block. Why would I when there are a lot of things to talk about. It's just that I don't, or rather, can't make the time to post. But now I do so let me just give you a little "sneak preview" of what to expect in the coming days. Of course, let's begin with my favorite topic: BASKETBALL. So finally, the UAAP Men's Senior and Junior Basketball is over and it's a mixture of happiness and sadness, for me. Why? You'll know in the coming days. Also I'll be talking about the last 2 games of the Green Archers before going into the finals. Everything that everyone's been talking about. Plus, a welcome to the champions' circle to the DLSU Junior Archers who have won their first ever UAAP Men's Junior Basketball Championship. More about this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I will also be talking about the ups and downs of working in a call center since this is one of the "hottest" jobs in our country. Oh yeah, this is the reason why I haven't been posting for quite while now. Since I'm already in the night shift and working even on weekends, on my rest days it's either I'm in the mall or sleeping the whole day. Fun huh? You'll get to know more once I've made my entry about this. Trust me, I'm still in the adjustment period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, one of my most favorite things to talk about. Harry Potter. For all you Harry fanatics out there who have read the 6th book Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, I know you guys still can't believe that Dumbledore is dead (oops, did I just spoil the surprise for those who haven't read it yet?). There is still hope people. I found this website that talks about some theories on the possibility that Dumbledore is not really dead. Oohhh... Intriguing huh? That'll also be coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So my blogmates and those who just happen to stumble in this site, you now know what to expect in the coming days. Hope you stick around to find out more. Till next entry. Tah tah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112886915854938243?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112886915854938243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112886915854938243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112886915854938243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112886915854938243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaack!!'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112686252927884302</id><published>2005-09-16T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:22:09.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Repeating Itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I rushed home from work just in time for the opening buzzer of one of the most anticipated games in UAAP Season 68, the second round encounter of archrivals De La Salle Green Archers and the Ateneo Blue Eagles. Just like their first round encounter, Araneta Coliseum was filled to the rafters. It was divided into a sea of green and blue. And as usual it was an exciting game . . . at the beginning. If you’re not a fan of either team, by the second half you would’ve probably said it was a waste of time. Fortunately, I’m a fan of one those teams. An avid reader of my blog need not wonder which team I’m rooting for. But for the benefit of the newbies, I’m cheering for the De La Salle Green Archers. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;The first quarter was exciting. I refused to take my eyes off the TV monitor for I might miss an acrobatic lay-up by Joseph Yeo or a “booming” three pointer by TY Tang or the baseline drive of Ryan Araña. Sure enough, it was an exciting round with &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; having the lead then Ateneo catching up. It has been that story up to the halftime where &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; was leading (I forgot how many points).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then third quarter started and if you’re a Blue Eagle fan, you’ll be disappointed. Not only were they not able to make&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a decent attempt to catch up with the score of La Salle, they allowed their opponent to lead by as much as 20 points. If you were a Blue Eagle fan, you’d feel like storming into the Blue Eagle dugout and demand the real players to come out to the hardcourt. Sadly, the real players are indeed in the hardcourt but they’re not playing their real game. I was expecting LA Tenorio to explode like he did in their past games or for Japeth Aguilar to be a big impact in yesterday’s game but he was just big guy in a big court. Aside from blocks and a slam dunk, he wasn’t really much of a factor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Needless to say, it was just like their first round encounter. Close at the start but a big wide gap by the final buzzer. Again, it was another disappointing performance from the Eagles and a spectacular win by the Archers. Once again, the Eagles were duped. They did not expect that one player from DLSU would explode when the usual gunners are heavily guarded. First it was Jayvee Casio, yesterday it was Ryan Araña who even gave an impromptu dance number (which I say, funny as it was, was uncalled for). Once again, Ateneo forgot to do their homework. Once again, everything went right for &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; but and nothing was going Ateneo’s way. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, I don’t know why Ateneo lost but I know why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; won. It was the combined effort of the coaching staff headed by Coach Franz Pumaren and the enthusiasm and hardwork of the players lead by Ryan Araña. By putting their hearts into, they succeeded something and proved to their critics that their first game win over their archrival is not a fluke. So hear out the new battle cry of the Green and White Team: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE ANIMO WILL PREVAIL!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: green none repeat scroll 0%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112686252927884302?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112686252927884302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112686252927884302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112686252927884302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112686252927884302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/09/history-repeating-itself.html' title='History Repeating Itself'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112607341770212042</id><published>2005-09-07T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:10:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted. . . So Disgusted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I go again with the basketball fanatic inside of me. I can’t help it. This has something to with the team that captured my heart, the De La Salle Green Archers. To those who don’t what I’m talking about let me give you the shortened version of the whole story. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="1" month="9"&gt;September 1, 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt;, DLSU and UE played an intense game at the Blue Eagle Gym. It was a very close game down to the last minute. The game was ending then UE made a basket that tied the game. Then it was &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; ball, due to an errant pass, UE got the ball and made another basket. There was 1.8 seconds left in the game clock and La Salle called a timeout but due to the noise and frenzy in the BEG, the players and people in the venue didn’t hear it. But then the officials reset the game clock to 1.8 seconds and gave DLSU the timeout. TY, inbounding from the UE side, issued a baseball pass but landed to the hands of a UE player which eventually went out of bounds. Again it was &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; ball and it will be inbounded at the &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; side with exactly 1 second left. TY Tang passed the ball to the open Cholo Villanueva who made the basket that sent the game to overtime. To make the short story even shorter, &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; won the game 86-83. Or so we thought. . . Last Saturday, before the UAAP games began, the UAAP Technical Committee announced that UE won that game. Why? Because UE filed a protest saying that La Salle’s timeout during the last 1.8 seconds of the regulation should not have been awarded to them because according to them, FIBA rules state that once the ball is in the hands of a player for inbound, no timeout should be called. Yeah, right. This is where the rage comes in. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: green none repeat scroll 0%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if that is in the International FIBA rules that they have been following for a long, long, long time, why the heck did they still allow the game to go to overtime? Why did they have to bring everything to the boardroom? Isn’t it that the referee’s decision is final in the game? The ref awarded the &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; team a timeout so let it be. And if the ref made a mistake, WHY THE HECK DID THEY NOT MAKE THE CORRECTION DURING THE GAME? What’s the use of them being in every single game? Isn’t it to make sure that the rules are followed? This just shows that they’re not doing their jobs. And they had to rely on game replays just to make a simple decision on whether the timeout is valid or not. What’s the use of playing the game live? Gosh!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I think? Those who made the decision against &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; are downright scared of them. It shows. They can’t beat them in the hardcourt so they beat them in the boardroom. If that’s the case then why are there still players playing on the court? And isn’t it that it’s the basketball players themselves who decide if they will win the game by playing it? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To those who are trying to put the Archers down, there’s one thing you don’t know. In this team lies the heart of a true champion. The more you try to put them down, the more they keep standing and fighting. Keep that in mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112607341770212042?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112607341770212042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112607341770212042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112607341770212042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112607341770212042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/09/disgusted-so-disgusted.html' title='Disgusted. . . So Disgusted'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112479252015198824</id><published>2005-08-23T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:00:16.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let’s Do a Slum Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;’ve been thinking of a lot of things to write but every time I start typing, I lose all my thoughts and I end up with nothing. Then I thought, hey I’ve been blogging for a few months now and I haven’t really shared the other side of me. All you guys know is that I’m a big basketball fan. So let me go ahead and share a few pages of my slum book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let’s go to the basic stuff:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Reina Sheila Alberto Concepcion&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Nickname:&lt;/b&gt; Sheila, Rein, Renren&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Birth date:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;st1:date year="1983" day="14" month="12"&gt;December 14,  1983&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zodiac Sign:&lt;/b&gt; Sagittarius&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;School:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename&gt;San   Carlos&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (graduated March 2005)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Course:&lt;/b&gt; BS Computer Science&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Ambition:&lt;/b&gt; (can you connect this to my course?) to be a newscaster/journalist&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/b&gt; reading, watching movies and TV, listening to music, singing, net surfing and writing&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fave Raves:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sports:&lt;/b&gt; Basketball and Volleyball&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Teams&lt;/b&gt;: (Basketball) &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;San Antonio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Spurs, LA Lakers, &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alaska&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; Aces and De La Salle Green Archers (Volleyball) &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; National Team&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Athletes:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kobe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Bryant, Manu Ginobili, Allen Iverson, Renren Ritualo, Mac Cardona and Joseph Yeo&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; pop, RnB, acoustic and Josh Groban songs   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; The Way You Look Tonight&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Singers/Bands:&lt;/b&gt; Josh Groban, Celine Dion, Usher, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;TV Shows:&lt;/b&gt; Charmed, Friends, Will and Grace, Y Speak, SportsTV (coz of Jinno Rufino who looks like Joseph Yeo), UAAP, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, HBO, Cinemax and Star Movies&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Movie:&lt;/b&gt; Little Women, Harry Potter movies, Lord of the Rings Trilogy and horror especially Asian horror movies&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Actors/Actresses&lt;/b&gt;: Julia Roberts, Nicole Kidman, Tom Cruise, Jim Carrey and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Orlando&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Bloom&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Food:&lt;/b&gt; Chinese, Filipino, pasta, grilled foods, pizza and anything chocolate&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Drinks:&lt;/b&gt; Ice tea and mango juice&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Book: Harry Potter, Little Women, mystery novels, thrillers and love stories&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Agatha Christie, Sydney Sheldon and Jude Deveraux&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Magazine:&lt;/b&gt; Chalk and Meg&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Cartoon Character:&lt;/b&gt; Mickey Mouse&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt; Green and Pink&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Clothing Item:&lt;/b&gt; skirts, skirts, skirts&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Perfume:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;’s Secret&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Motto in Life: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Live each day to the fullest. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Romance is in the air. . . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Definition of Love:&lt;/b&gt; “Love is not about “it’s your fault” but “I’m sorry”, not “Where were you?” but “I’m right here”; not “how could you?” but “I’m glad you did” and not “I wish you were” but “I’m thankful you are”. ;-)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Have you been in love?&lt;/b&gt; Definitely&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;To whom?&lt;/b&gt; That’s just between me and my love. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Describe him:&lt;/b&gt; funny, sweet and intelligent&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Do you agree in long engagement?&lt;/b&gt; It’s ok as long as it’s not that long.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Happiest moment:&lt;/b&gt; When I’m with the people I love and care for.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Loneliest moment:&lt;/b&gt; When I know that I’ve hurt someone.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Greatest dream:&lt;/b&gt; To be the best person I can be and to have a very happy family.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Message:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is just a glimpse of my life. There’s still more to know about me and I hope that my entries give you an idea of who I truly am. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112479252015198824?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112479252015198824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112479252015198824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112479252015198824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112479252015198824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/08/lets-do-slum-book.html' title='Let’s Do a Slum Book'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112445300691255190</id><published>2005-08-19T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T19:30:14.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ideal Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;For lack of anything else to talk about, let me tell you about my ideal guy. He may not exist but then again, who ever said he does?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Let’s talk about physical stuff first. My ideal guy has to have to the eyes of Brad Pitt, the smile of Tom Cruise and the charm of Orlando Bloom. Oh diba? At this point, you already know I’m just dreaming. Hehe. Well, a girl is allowed to dream right? Why those guys? Duh. Do I still have to answer that? *wink wink* Also, my ideal guys has to be taller than me. I’m 5’3” tall so that shouldn’t too hard. My ideal guy has to have the body of a basketball player. You know, not too lean and not too bulky. And also my ideal guy is not a smoker. I’m sensitive about this. I just don’t see myself falling for a guy who smokes. I feel that if kiss him, it’s like kissing a cigarette. Yuck!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;And I’m a sucker for guys who are into music especially a guy who is a good singer. I like the idea of being serenaded. Oh and if he is a good dancer, then that’s plus points.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Other than the physical stuff, the character and attitude matters more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, my ideal guy has to have a sense of humor. I love a good laugh so it’s important for me to share it with someone special. Of course, it’s silly if I laugh by myself right? Harharhar. But then again I know that life isn’t all smiles. That’s why I also want my ideal guy to be someone who is understanding and at the same time understandable. Need I say more? But my ideal guy also has to be someone who knows what he wants and stands up for what he believes in. He also should not be afraid to argue with me. There’s nothing wrong with a little argument right? I mean, it adds spice to the relationship. And I’m pretty sure making up after an argument is something to look out for. Hehe. My ideal guy also has to be my best friend. I think this is one of the most important aspects in a relationship. My idea about this is that, you never keep anything from your best friend right? And you would always stick with your best friend no matter what happens. And with your best friend, you’re never afraid to be yourself no matter how loony or weird you are. Well, with my ideal guy, that’s how we‘re going to be. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, I know. It’s all just wishful thinking. I could go on and on about my ideal guy, coz I’m telling you all I’ve stated above are not even half of the qualities that I’m looking for, but in the end when you fall in love you throw all of those out the window. Once Cupid’s arrow struck, it’s hard to ignore the feeling. Everything that’s important is the love and respect for each other. And when he is the one, you’ll know. There’s no way you wouldn’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112445300691255190?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112445300691255190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112445300691255190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112445300691255190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112445300691255190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-ideal-guy.html' title='My Ideal Guy'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112350186291368199</id><published>2005-08-08T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:51:02.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't We Had Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend of mine who is a constant visitor of this blog once asked me why I'm not posting anything about the current state of our country. I asked her, "Haven't you had enough?" I didn't say it an irritable manner coz she kept on bugging me about that. It's just that I've really had enough. It's very confusing and depressing all at the same time. When you turn on the TV or the radio, that's what they're blaring. In every turn of the pages in the newspaper, images and articles about the Gloriagate scandal greets you. Honestly, I would really want to have one day, just one day, without all these politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;With everyone coming up with their own exposes, revelations, blamings et al. our country is suddenly becoming one of the most chaotic places on earth. We've already had a bad reputation before and it's becoming worse now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;With everyone putting their two cents in, I really don't wanna join in the clangor. Coz everytime someone speaks up, everything is becoming more and more confusing. And I don't know who's telling the truth. I could've chosen sides but then again, I'd rather be indifferent because at this point, no one among those fighting for power in the government doesn't really care about any of us. Unless somebody really becomes selfless enough to  genuinely think about the country and its people then we'll never have the political stability we really need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had enough of politics. It's dirtier than ever. And don't even give me that excuse that it's same everywhere in the world. If that is true, then why don't we make a difference and clean up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112350186291368199?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112350186291368199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112350186291368199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112350186291368199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112350186291368199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/08/havent-we-had-enough.html' title='Haven&apos;t We Had Enough?'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112298149533232171</id><published>2005-07-31T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:18:15.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the Bull’s Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;So finally, one of the most awaited battles in the UAAP took place and after the smoke has cleared only one winner emerged. It was the FEU Tamaraws, not the DLSU Green Archers as I would’ve wanted. Admittedly, I was disappointed at the outcome of the game but I got over it right away. Because, come to think of it, it’s not the end totally. It’s just the first encounter, there’s still at least one more. I think that the game today is just an encounter to let both teams gauge each other. So FEU was successful this time, so what? It doesn’t mean that they were the champions this time. FEU is not UAAP. There’s not one team who can really say if you can or can’t be champions. If you ask me right now who I think will be UAAP champions, I couldn’t give you a sure answer. There are five or six teams that actually have an almost equal chance of making it to the finals. It’s almost the end of the first round of eliminations but it’s still not clear who’s gonna make it to the Final Four. Even the FEU Tamaraws are not that safe even if they still have to experience a loss this season. There are other teams which can also be a threat. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;After the loss, I know the GA.net forums will be flooded with posts on the way the Archers performed at the game this afternoon. There will be bashing and blaming for sure. Some might even point out certain plays that didn’t go well. I’m pretty sure that everyone’s gonna play expert and put in their two cents. Well, it’s their right. It just can get too annoying, for me at least, sometimes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, fortunately someone put up a thread that about this. Indeed, if you are a true fan, you wouldn’t put up thread that seemed to blame and bash the team/players. God bless whoever made this thread.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite the loss, I still haven’t dwindled in my faith that the green and white team is still the best in the UAAP.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t lost my faith in them. I know they can still make it. It’s just the beginning. It ain’t over. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: green none repeat scroll 0%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112298149533232171?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112298149533232171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112298149533232171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112298149533232171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112298149533232171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/07/missing-bulls-eye.html' title='Missing the Bull’s Eye'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112212283444155197</id><published>2005-07-23T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:47:14.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay Sa Wakas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, after a couple of losses, the De La Salle Green Archers won their second game. This time, it was against the Adamson Soaring Falcons. Well, they're not soaring that high now.  Although it's not a big blowout, the Archers still won the game by a big margin of 8 points.  This was capped by the very long range shot of TY Tang.  He was even named the best player of the game. I wasn't able to watch the whole game but there's one thing I can say. I hope this would be the start of La Salle's rally in the UAAP.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112212283444155197?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112212283444155197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112212283444155197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112212283444155197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112212283444155197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/07/hay-sa-wakas.html' title='Hay Sa Wakas!!!'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112108607364312160</id><published>2005-07-11T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:47:53.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just when everybody thought it would be a close fight, we were proven wrong. I’m not talking about anything else but the game between Ateneo and &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; that took place yesterday afternoon at the Araneta Coliseum. It was not what I expected. Totally not. To be honest, I wasn’t really expecting the Archers to be as good as they were yesterday. In fact, I thought they we’re really gonna lose. Not that I’m pessimistic or I lack faith in the Archers. It’s just the worrywart in me because, if you really think about it, the ADMU team is under “Mr. 100%”, Norman Black, himself. Add to that the fact that they have the tallest lineup this season. Of course, we all know that Mac Cardona and Jerwin Gaco are not playing as well as other Archers who were there last season. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Once the buzzer sounded with the jump ball that signaled the start of the quarter, it was a much improved Archers team that I saw. There was the more aggressive TY Tang, more accurate JV Casio, even JayR Aquino surprised me. He was really more confident with his shots and more aggressive in getting those rebounds. Jun Cabatu was named the energy player of the game. Rico Maierhofer was more mature as well as OJ Cua. Ryan Araña was his usual amazing self and it just didn’t stop me from being surprised. When the lead ballooned to 30 points, I knew that all my doubts at the beginning of the game were gone. Only one thing disappointed me. Joseph Yeo was not his usual self. And I mean that one particular sequence I saw where he missed an open layup. Good thing he redeemed himself by getting the rebound and putting it in the basket. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It might be because of the jitters of being the team captain and knowing that all eyes are on him. Well, it’s just the first game. There are still 13 more in the eliminations. He has enough time to improve and prove that he can lead the Archers without Mac.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;To those who are wondering, Mac was in the game. He just didn’t play but he was watching with Jerwin Gaco. That’s the mark of a true archer, still valuing the sport and supporting his team mates even if you’re not in the team anymore. That’s true coz I also saw Renren Ritualo there. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So how’s life after Mac? Shining. Yup. It made the others shine and other teams may be blinded by the glow. This is what I think: With Mac doing all the scoring for the Archers when he was still with the team, they never really realized the potential that the other members have. Well, they’re in for a surprise coz the Archers may be lacking in height, but they make up for it with the maturity and aggressiveness we never saw before. Of course we can still expect a lot of bumps along the way, but if we know the team that well, we know that they can go through, over or above any obstacle that comes along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112108607364312160?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112108607364312160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112108607364312160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112108607364312160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112108607364312160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-after-mac.html' title='Life After Mac'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-112056141663127086</id><published>2005-07-03T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T19:05:33.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Animo Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon was colored blue, green and white. It was the time for the Ultimate Showdown between the Ateneo de Manila University and the De La Salle University. Aside from the noticeable receding&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hairlines, gray hairs here and there and the noticeable (understatement of the year) waistlines, one can still feel in the air the Animo that has always been with the legends of the Green Archers who once again donned the green and white jerseys. And yes, even if most of them are considered senior citizens already, they still look like boys on court raging to play the game they loved so much, against their archrival nonetheless. Sure, years have slowed them down or has taken away some of their sparkle but no one can deny that once an Archer, always an Archer. One thing that always stands out in my mind during yesterday’s game is Tonichi Yturri’s moves. That was the first time I ever saw him play and I wasn’t disappointed. He led the Archer legends to their victory over the Ateneo Blue Eagles legends. Who would even think that he’s a coach and not a player? Or that Jong Uichico still has it in his blood? And Coach Franz Pumaren can still hit those triples when it’s needed the most? It kinda reminded me of Mac’s three point shots and Jayvee Casio’s as well. For a change, his players got a chance to see their mentor in action. Somehow, it gave me the feeling that after that game, the Archers of today have a new respect for their coach.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I have no need to tell you, my dear readers, that the Archers won over the Eagles. Hmmm……. I guess the winning tradition never fades with age. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After that, there’s the game for the All Stars, or in my own way of interpreting it, the younger Legends. Needless to say, they trampled the Eagles. Now will anyone else still wonder why I cheer for the Archers? One word: EXCELLENCE. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come July 10, we’ll have another round of the battle between the Green and Blue teams. Who will win? No one knows yet, but one thing’s for sure. It’ll be one hell of a fight. Whatever the outcome will be, the air will still be filled with the ANIMO that has lived on through the years.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-112056141663127086?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/112056141663127086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=112056141663127086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112056141663127086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/112056141663127086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/07/animo-then-and-now.html' title='The Animo Then and Now'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111987117337490863</id><published>2005-06-27T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:19:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick as a Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just when I was hoping not to get sick, guess what, I get sick. I’m having coughs and colds and a terrible headache. It’s ruining my voice and my patience right now so bear with me. I really don’t need to get ill right now, coz I can’t miss a day of my training. It’ll be so hard to catch up with the exercises and everything. Anyway, I also have to preserve my voice for the oral exercises we’re having in training. And now, with my colds and cough, it doesn’t sound really good. How am I supposed to get within 85% of the scores in every exercise?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m not really that concerned with my voice because most probably they’ll give me some consideration. What I’m really concerned about is how I would cope with waking up early just to get to class and the temperature inside the training room. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to endure the cold temperature inside the room as well as the headache that comes with being sick.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just wish I have someone to hug at times like this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111987117337490863?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111987117337490863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111987117337490863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111987117337490863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111987117337490863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/06/sick-as-dog.html' title='Sick as a Dog'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111969332434255996</id><published>2005-06-25T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:46:09.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week and Counting. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m done with my first week of training for my job and so far, I don’t have any complain. Well, almost. I just really don’t like the fact that I have to wake up at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="4"&gt;4 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; every day just to make it to my 6 am training. But then, it’s a small price to pay for the knowledge and fun that I’m having. Since what we’re having right now is communication and culture training or CCT, it’s been a week of learning about correct pronunciation and intonation as well as the American culture. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a great trainer and “wavemates”. I just don’t think a day would be complete without any laughter in the training room. Being around them makes me realize that, yes, there really are different kinds of people but we can still have enjoyment together. I hope everyone makes it to the floor after 6 weeks of training. Everyone seemed to have bonded right from the very start of the training. It seemed as if each of us knew one other for a long time. It seemed as if we’re one big happy family. I really wish that we build a strong friendship among each of us. Right now, I really can’t imagine being without my wavemates. It’s just been a fun first week. It wasn’t I expected. It was better than I expected.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And what a way to end our first week. We had a crazy day yesterday. Everyone came dressed as pirates from the very start of the day until the party later on in the evening. It was great. There were lots of food to choose from during dinner and also there were free ice cream, cotton candy, French fries along with tempura, fish balls and squid balls. And of course, what is a party without music, right? There was a band playing throughout the night. They’re called Serendipity and I must say they play really good music. I especially like the first song they performed which was an original composition of them. It made me wanna feel in love again although I have no one right now. Oh well. . . &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So anyway, it’s been a great first week I have to say. Here’s looking forward to more weeks of learning, work and FUN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background: green none repeat scroll 0%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111969332434255996?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111969332434255996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111969332434255996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111969332434255996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111969332434255996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-week-and-counting.html' title='First Week and Counting. . .'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111935312724738493</id><published>2005-06-21T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:04:09.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;How many times have you had your heart badly broken? Or how many times were you disappointed and left wondering why? Countless? That’s me. The fingers in both my hands, and even if you include my feet, are not enough. I don’t even remember who or how or when or why I got broken hearted for the very first time. All I know is that I’m feeling that way right here, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I know we all wish we could avoid it, but the sad reality is we couldn’t. No matter how hard we try, it will haunt us even to our sleep. I’m not trying to scare those who say they haven’t experienced it yet. It’s part of our lives; it’s part of our very selves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many reasons why we feel this hurt. Sometimes it’s the little things; or sometimes the big things; and there are even times they are the things we never expect. But does the reason still matter? When you feel the pain, all you can ever think about is how to stop it, how to get away from it. How soon and how to do it depends on you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve tried so many ways to heal myself, from isolating myself to ignoring it until I forget the pain up to confronting it. But until now I don’t know how to really stop myself from feeling hurt. Some drown it with alcohol but, just like they say, it only numbs the pain. Others resort to drastic ways like suicide or self-infliction. That one I won’t encourage. It’s downright cowardly and it solves nothing but just leaves more pain to other people especially your family. As I have said before, how to deal with heartache depends on you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, how I deal with a broken heart is just simple. I pray. Not only does that give me a stronger connection with God, it makes me feel a lot better. Sure, it doesn’t give an instant answer to your problems but at least, you have someone to talk to. You can do it anywhere, anytime. He is there all the time, 24/7. He is never too busy or too tired to listen. I do this every time I’m feeling down. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;It always helps if you have someone to talk to, be it your family, friend or even a total stranger (but not that often ok?). They don’t need to give an excellent advice, just a listening ear and a heartfelt words of encouragement is all it takes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter how each of us deals with heartache, one thing is important. Not to lose hope. We can all get through it. We will all survive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;To the one who broke my heart:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t hate you even though at times I felt like it. It’s just that I can’t bring myself to hate you. I understand everything, you don’t have to explain. You don’t have to apologize, I’ve forgiven you already. Although I’m hurting right now, don’t worry. I’ll be ok. I can manage. I just want to say thank you for everything, especially your love and even the pain because from those, I learned a lot. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111935312724738493?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111935312724738493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111935312724738493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111935312724738493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111935312724738493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-to-deal.html' title='How to Deal'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111935167103534626</id><published>2005-06-21T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:10:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, after two months of searching, I finally found it. Last Friday, I’m officially hired in a call center company here in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. I know what some people think about working in a call center especially those who graduated from the same course that I did but, hey, who cares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean with the kind of life we’re having in the beautiful &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, one hardly has the option to be choosy when it comes to job hunting. Take whatever comes our way. At least in a call center, I get to do what I love most, TALK. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my first job and I’m excited. Of course, I’m not gonna go blab on the phone right away. I still have to go on a training for 6 weeks. That’s 30 days of waking up very early to make it to my &lt;st1:time hour="6" minute="0"&gt;6 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; schedule. Yup. That’s right, 6 in the early morning. It’s worse than my schedule in school but I’m not complaining. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to take. By the end of the month, I’ll get my reward anyway. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s very exciting to have my first job. It’s something new. I totally have no idea what would happen to me there but I know what I’ll do. Work as hard as I could and at the same time, have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111935167103534626?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111935167103534626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111935167103534626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111935167103534626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111935167103534626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/06/unemployed-no-more.html' title='Unemployed No More'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111858628240200170</id><published>2005-06-12T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:24:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Time Na Naman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes it’s June already. The month for June weddings (duh) and for going back to school. On Tuesday, my brother would officially start his first year in college. He’ll be going to the same school that I went to. Honestly, I’m the one feeling excited for him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss going to school. Now, that I’ve graduated and looking for a job, I wish I’m still going back to school. It’s so boring at home and just waiting for the calls of the companies you’ve applied to. At least, when you’re in school you have something to do. I’m still lucky I still have chances to go out once a week. But still, it’s a totally different feeling if you’ve got something to be busy with. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;And that’s not all. When you’re in school, you get to see your friends and classmates you haven’t seen for two months. I love to reminisce the moments of sharing your summer experiences with each other. And also knowing what’s new with your classmates. Mga bagong kalokohan na natutunan ng mga class clowns namin and other stuff. I even remember that when I was in college, every semester, I have a new haircut. It always feels good and also inspiring if you have at least something new at the beginning of another school year. Well, I’ve had a new haircut last week so at least the tradition still remains. It’s very short so medyo naninibago pa ko kasi my hair was very long compared to the one I had prior to the trim.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to “back-to-school” sentiments that I’m having, the one thing I miss the most with school time are my former classmates. Gosh, I miss them a lot. The other week, I met with Farrah, a former classmate, to get our yearbook (This isn’t really my real “yearbook” since I didn’t graduate with them. It’s more like a batchbook for me) and just looking at our pictures and descriptions made me realize how much fun I’ve had back in college. (Gosh, I speak as if I graduated ten years back.) But really, I do miss a lot of things especially the camaraderie and the fun. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I really don’t know which is more fun, high school or college. Well, I think it’s up to you to make every moment fun whether in elementary, high school, college or even if you’re working. To those who are still in school right now, make the most out of it. Treasure the memories and the friends you’ll have. Be sure to make a good balance of your time. A good mix of studying and having fun can give you the best time you’ll have in school. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;To those going back to school: GOOD LUCK! DO YOUR BEST!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111858628240200170?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111858628240200170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111858628240200170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111858628240200170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111858628240200170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-time-na-naman.html' title='School Time Na Naman'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111858600036477002</id><published>2005-06-11T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:20:00.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, MVP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;To all Mac Cardona fans out there, let’s rejoice with one big victory party. Because after many times of being disappointed, finally, our Captain Hook won the MVP award this afternoon at the PBL Achievement Awards. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, I wasn’t really expecting anything. I just want to know who the MVP would be this time. It’s hard to expect then just be disappointed in the end. The first awards given away were mostly granted to either Welcoat or Montaña players. So when the Mythical 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; team was announced, LA Tenorio of Harbor Center Team was included, I got a little tingly feeling that Mac could be part of the Mythical Five (but still I didn’t expect the MVP award just yet). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the Mythical Five was announced. Mac was last to be called. Then, a commercial break. I was having that tingly feeling again. Mac might just win the MVP (crossing fingers now). Then Boom Gonzales announced the MVP. When he said that the MVP was from the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Harbor&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I can’t believe my ears. Obviously, it was Mac since he’s the only one from HC. That’s when I said to myself, “Finally!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;He was given the chance to say his thank yous, and then after that, he got a surprise. There was a message from his Ate Rowie, Tita Lita and Mom as well as from Commissioner Trinidad. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn’t it timely? It’s probably his last year as an amateur basketball player and what a way to make an exit, an MVP award. No doubt he deserves it. With all his hard work, the sweat and blood (literally) he poured, nobody else should have his hands on that trophy but him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;To Mark Reynan Mikesel Cardona, one big congratulations to you. You deserve it more than anybody else. Good luck to your career in the PBA. Be assured that I and the rest of your supporters will be with the rest of the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111858600036477002?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111858600036477002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111858600036477002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111858600036477002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111858600036477002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-mvp.html' title='Finally, MVP'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111771043379281755</id><published>2005-06-02T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:07:13.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Be Scared of Getting Old?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, I wanna thank Mhelai for inspiring me to compose this post. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m turning 22 this December. Yeah, I know I’m getting old. But so what? I’m not the only one. The world is growing old with me each year. I can’t be a teenager forever. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;So why are most teenagers dreading turning 20? When I turned 20 I used to kid around with my friend saying, “I’m not turning ‘twenty’, I’m turning ‘twenteen’”. But then I stopped saying that? You know why? Even though being a teen is cool, turning twenty and above is cooler. There are a number of reasons I have discovered and will discover as I go along the way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s not so bad growing old especially turning 20 something. It just means becoming wiser, more mature and independent. I remember being 15 and still asking permission from my mom when I want to go out with my friends. Now, I can go out without really asking permission, just informing my mom my whereabouts and who I’m with. It’s cool being able to do things on my own and having my own decisions. When we were young we used to be told, “You’re not old enough.” Now, I can say, “I’m not a child anymore.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;When you are a teenager, how many times can you really say that people take you seriously? Me? Not really that much. You see, in the eyes of the adult, those in their teenage years only think of having gimiks and babaw things in their mind. Even if you object, who among them cares? I bet you can only count them with one hand. When you reach the twenties, people tend to take you more seriously. I know. I’ve been there. Now, I have voice. I can say what I have in mind and they would actually think I have a point. I think you’ll all agree with me if I say that it feels good to be heard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from those I have mentioned, when in your twenties, you have the opportunity to earn your own money to spend on whatever you want. Who’s gonna stop you? You don’t have to pester your parents when you want to buy something. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Some say that when you’re twenty and above you can’t do things you used to do when you were a teenager. I guess that’s why some are scared to leave their teenage years behind. But says who? I’m 21 years old and I still have all my stuff toys in my room. I can still do silly stuff I used to do in my teenage years. I still watch cartoons and I even enjoy reading Harry Potter books (one of my older friends say it’s for kids). It’s even my favorite book.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There’s really nothing wrong with getting older. Those who are, they are the people who haven’t made the most of each year that’s been given to them. Getting old means being given another opportunity to do the things we wanna do. It also means being given the opportunity to learn from our mistakes and mature as a person. It also means getting wiser and more mature. Anyone can have fun no matter what their age is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111771043379281755?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111771043379281755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111771043379281755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111771043379281755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111771043379281755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-be-scared-of-getting-old.html' title='Why Be Scared of Getting Old?'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111743554060230940</id><published>2005-05-30T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:45:40.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember that movie which starred Macaulay Culkin? The one where he was left alone in the house by his family when they went for a Christmas vacation? Well I had my own version of it. There are only a couple of differences. I wasn’t forgotten by my parents and I’m not entirely alone. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents left for &lt;st1:place&gt;Bohol&lt;/st1:place&gt; this morning. They’ll stay there ‘til tomorrow afternoon. They’re having a meeting there --- work stuff, I can’t explain. So my brother and I have the whole house to ourselves. I really wanna go with them coz I really haven’t been to &lt;st1:place&gt;Bohol&lt;/st1:place&gt; ever but unfortunately, crisis ngayon sa Pilipinas so stay put kami ng bro ko sa house for one night and two days. It’s not actually that bad. I mean even for just a little while I can do stuff on my own without having to ask my mom. It’s about time I learn to do other chores in the house coz, come on, sooner or later I’ll have to move out and have my own place (assuming my mom would someday accept that fact). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong. I know and do some chores in the house but to actually do it without someone telling me to, it’s an achievement. We don’t have any helper right now so the dusting, sweeping, mopping, washing the dishes and others is between me and my brother for two days. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn’t just about house chores. It also has its bonuses. I mean how many times does my mom leave more than 500 bucks each for me and my brother? Ok, so he’s the one who got more than 500 bucks because it’s his birthday tomorrow. I don’t know if 500 pesos is enough but since right now I don’t have any money and job, it’s enough. Trust me. When it comes to stretching that precious moolah, I’m an expert. I’m not planning on spending it for the two days my parents are not here. I’m gonna spend it when I go out for a gimik and maybe watch a movie lalo na now that House of Wax and Shutter are showing in theaters. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over all, it isn’t so bad being home alone. But the next time they travel, I’m going with them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: green none repeat scroll 0%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go to other stuff:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I watched the game of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Harbour&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; against the Granny Goose Kornets and I wish I hadn’t. It was so heartbreaking to see them lose coz it means not seeing them anymore for the rest of the season. But even though it’s goodbye time, for now, to the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Harbour&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; team, I wanna say that there can’t be any other team like them. Where else can you see a team composed of players from two champion teams (DLSU for the UAAP and PCU for the NCAA) and a team which went undefeated for the first round of eliminations in the UAAP last year (ADMU)? It’s a team that, despite the rivalry, learned to play together and become one of the best teams in the PBL in its rookie year. I can go on and on about this team, but one thing is for sure: Harbour Center Portmasters would always be champions in their own rights. Even without a trophy. Thanks for making us enjoy basketball even more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last night, I slept late coz I watched PBA’s special game. It’s a game composed of the 25 Greatest Players in its 30 years. They first had an induction of a dozen people (not necessarily players although most of them are) into the PBA Hall of Fame. Some of them are Atoy Co, Philip Cezar, Baby Dalupan and Ramon Fernandez whom I am very proud to say is a fellow Carolinian. We came from the same university – the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;San Carlos&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. I remember that whenever we go to the school gym, I would see his basketball jersey, framed and displayed with all the amazing basketball facts about him. After the Hall of Fame induction, the game began. Robert Jaworski is a playing coach again for the TM Greats which is mostly composed of former &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Toyota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; players. Among the players are Benjie Paras (only rookie-MVP in the PBA), Ronnie Magsanoc, Ramon Fernandez (El Presidente), Johnny Abarrientos (Flying A), Kenneth Duremdes (Captain Marbel), Samboy Lim (the Skywalker – he reminds me of Joseph Yeo) and the greatest Green Archer ever, Lim Eng Beng. The other team, TM Legends, was coached by the winningest coach ever in PBA History, Baby Dalupan. He was assisted by Jong Uichico and the team is composed mostly by former Crispa players. Among those who played were Hector Calma (the Director), Allan Caidic (the Triggerman), Atoy Co (Fortune Cookie), Jojo Lastimosa, Philip Cezar (Tapal King) and Alvin Patrimonio (the Captain). At the end of the game, the TM Legends won despite being behind the Greats for most part of the game but I can totally say that it was a once in a lifetime experience. Seeing Freddie Hubalde play (totally different from Paolo), Lim Eng Beng for the first time and even Samboy Lim make a lot of treys and some of his “skywalking”, it was worth staying up late. My only disappointments were not seeing Atoy Co play a lot and Jaworski never played. Oh well, at least they had a wonderful game. Congratulations to Commissioner Eala for a job well done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111743554060230940?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111743554060230940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111743554060230940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111743554060230940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111743554060230940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/05/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111684681442693274</id><published>2005-05-23T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T19:13:34.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="14" month="5"&gt;May 14, 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt; a healthy baby boy was brought into this world. I have a new cousin now and he is named Juan Miguel Concepcion. I haven’t seen him yet ‘coz his parents live really far from us so I’m really so excited to see Miggy (that’s what I call him) and carry him in my arms. I heard he’s such a good-looking baby. He’s got a beautiful nose and great complexion. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I just so love babies. I don’t know but I really find them very cute. I don’t have any problems taking care of them. As young as 12 years old I already know a lot about babies. Although I had a younger brother when I was only 5, I happened to learn a lot about babies while growing up. Some of my friends from our neighborhood are surprised when I come around their homes and help take care of their baby brothers or sisters. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I really should be thankful that my mom kept a baby book in the house even after years after my brother was born. And also those talk shows that discuss everything about babies. I even remember in our psychology class when we had a film showing about reproduction and giving birth. A lot of my classmates where grossed out at the sight of a woman going through her labor and going through the whole process of giving birth. I mean we really saw how the baby got out of the womb and into this world as if we were there ourselves. Yeah, it looked painful (Who am I kidding? It looked a whole lot painful) but one look at the new born baby made me go awww… He looked so adorable. At least I have an idea what goes on in the delivery room for future references. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Personally, I think babies are God’s blessings into this world, a symbol of hope.  With everything that seems to be going on in this earth, I never really believe that nothing could be done. As long as there are babies born into this world there is still hope. But of course we all have to work together to make sure that the world that these babies are brought into is going to provide them with a better life and a better future. Don’t you think that if only world leaders would only think about the young ones, there would be no wars just working together for a beautiful world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111684681442693274?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111684681442693274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111684681442693274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111684681442693274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111684681442693274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/05/baby-boom.html' title='Baby Boom'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111657079477253196</id><published>2005-05-20T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T14:33:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Dilemma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend once asked me for an advice. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was how our conversation took place:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She asked me, “What if you’re already in love with someone and then you find yourself falling in love with somebody else?” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“What?! How did that happen?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“I don’t know. It just happened.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“What do you really feel for each guy?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Well, I do love my boyfriend but lately we’re having problems in our relationship. But I really still love him. The other guy, at first it was just a crush but I’m slowly feeling something other than crush for him. Then he told me that he has fallen in love with me matagal na. Ever since then lalo ako nainlove sa kanya. What should I do? Who should I choose? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m so confused.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Jeez. That’s hard. I don’t know. I really don’t have an answer right now. Let me think about it.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This happened a few weeks ago but until now, I don’t know the answer. If I was in her position I probably would have gone crazy thinking about it. She once said that probably she’d break up with her boyfriend. I thought it was rather drastic. I mean sayang naman yung pinagsamahan nila. After all they have been through. They have even planned their future together and then just like that, she’d let him go. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But then I put myself in her shoes. Probably, it is the right thing to do IF she indeed feels that the other guy is her Mr. Right. I think it’s better for her boyfriend to know now than much later. It’s gonna hurt but it’ll hurt more if he’ll just go on believing that her heart is beating for him when it really belongs to someone else. Plus, if she won’t do it, then she’s not being true to herself and to her boyfriend. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And what if the other guy is indeed her soul mate and she didn’t do anything about it? Would she be happy? Would any of us be happy, if we were in that position, thinking what if we chose the other one? There will be a lot of what ifs and what could haves in a situation like this. We’ll never know unless we try. But it’s gonna cost a lot.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think what makes this hard is both guys are really good persons and they both love her so much. No matter what her final decision will be, there would always be someone who will get hurt. You can’t avoid it. It’s a risk anyone in that position should take. But isn’t falling in love already a risk itself? You’re letting yourself be vulnerable to whatever the other person can do to you, even including hurting you. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In the end, I told her what my thoughts are. I don’t know who she should choose. But one thing I told her I’m sure is the right thing to do. Think hard about it and be honest. To herself and to the men her heart is beating for. She’ll get her right answer at the right time, I’m sure. She just have to be ready for anything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111657079477253196?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111657079477253196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111657079477253196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111657079477253196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111657079477253196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-dilemma.html' title='What a Dilemma!'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111570624706791092</id><published>2005-05-10T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:24:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entry in My Basketball Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;We all have favorite memories that always bring a smile in our faces when it crosses our mind. I have lots but let me share this particular one. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me take you back to &lt;st1:date month="4" day="25" year="2003"&gt;April 25, 2003&lt;/st1:date&gt;. . . &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a totally unplanned day that turned awesome. It started when my friend and I met at a fastfood chain near our main campus. We always meet there on our way to our OJT but on that day, she asked me if it was ok na wag muna kami pumasok sa OJT naming since she has to study for an exam she has to take that afternoon in her History class. I said that it was fine with me. After we informed our supervisor who, by the way, allowed us (malakas kami sa kanya e), we went to my mom’s office to make hangout. On the way there, we passed by the Cebu Coliseum. By that time I already knew that the ICTSI Archers and the Viva Mineral Waterforce are going to have a game there that afternoon (Ateneo-Happee and another team would follow that game). Prior to that, I had already given up hope that I would be allowed to watch it live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So anyway we passed by the entrance and just asked how much the ticket for that game would cost. Surprise, surprise! It turned out that entrance was free. I started having a feeling that I might be allowed to watch it. Unfortunately, my friend cannot come with me incase I’d be allowed to watch it since she has an exam that afternoon. Luckily, a neighbor of mine agreed to accompany me since she’s also a big Archers fan. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Around 4 that afternoon we were in the Coliseum since the game starts at 5:30 PM. Upon arriving there, we saw the Archers warming up particularly Mac Cardona, Joseph Yeo, Sonny Thoss and Carlo Sharma. My reaction? Gosh! They are so gwapo, puti and and kinis!! My friend and I knew that we had to sit near them so we decided to sit behind their bench. Actually, a couple of rows behind their bench. But first we had to figure which of the two benches is theirs since the other is not yet occupying either. What we did was to observe where the ICTSI water boy would go. After figuring that out we looked for the other friends of my friend since they also decided to watch the game with us. After finding them we went to our seats and waited for the rest of the Archers to come out. When they did, we were mesmerized how good-looking they all are. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;During there were some players who took notice at us. Who wouldn’t? E kami lang naman mga girls sitting in that area. The first one was Bernzon Franco. While he was getting up to get a drink he looked at us and smiled. Of course, we smiled back. When Mac Cardona sat on an area on the bench that’s near us, one of my friend’s friends called him and he looked at us. He even smiled at us. Then when Mac Cardona was sitting at the bench, one of my friend’s friends called him and then he looked at each of us. He even smiled! That was my first proof that he is no yabang. There was also another player, an ex-Archer, Magsi Magsumbol. Well, he was kinda suplado so I won’t even waste space talking about him. Tapos we called Mike Gavino. He looked surprise that we even know his name. Hehehe. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;During the second quarter and the rest of the game, Mac just stayed on the bench. He had back spasms so he was not able to play for the rest of the game. Lucky us he was sitting on the area of the bench near us. So we called him again. Actually, I called him. Again, he looked at each of us and, of course, smiled his most brilliant smile. I think by that time he remembered our faces coz, during a timeout, he was beside Carlo Sharma. They were talking and glancing at us. We had a feeling that they were talking about us. Kinda embarrassing. Hehe. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, for the rest of the game, Mac kept looking back at us. Feeling ko pinagtritripan nya kami. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, they lost the game. Oh yeah, by that time, Arwind Santos was not yet a part of the Waterforce team. So, anyway, since Mac wasn’t able to play, Joseph Yeo carried the team. He played a good game that night but it wasn’t enough. And yes, despite that, he did make pansin to us. This was how it happened. When they came out of the dugout during halftime, they brought their bags din and placed them at the side of the bench. So at the end of the game, when Seph was retrieving his bag, my companions were calling him. But I think he couldn’t hear them so when I called him, I made my voice a little bit louder. He heard me and looked at us so I waved at him and he waved back. Grabe the feeling!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Outside, my friends and I were pushing each other on who would approach their bus to ask for the players’ autographs. But all of us were not really good at this so we ended up not having anything at all. But when their bus passed by in front of us, something totally unexpected happened. Mac looked out of the bus window and waved, let me say that again, WAVED at us. I am so sure he was waving at us since we were the only people out there. It was totally amazing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So there, that was my share of the Archer-experience. It’s not like the others but I’m thankful to have experienced it. Wait. Drat! I didn’t have a picture with them. Well, there’s always a next time.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111570624706791092?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111570624706791092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111570624706791092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111570624706791092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111570624706791092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/05/entry-in-my-basketball-diary.html' title='An Entry in My Basketball Diary'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111527129671014534</id><published>2005-05-05T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:55:05.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Letting Go and Being Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just recently, I had to decide whether to give up something that is so precious to me. Ok. So it’s not something but someone. I do love him and I am happy with him but I can’t be selfish. After all, his happiness is more important to me than mine. How can I be truly happy knowing that someone out there is having a hard time with the situation we are in right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what did I do? I had to make the ultimate sacrifice. Forget my happiness and give him his. I set him free. Was it the right thing? I guess so. I hope so. See, it doesn’t mean that when you let someone go you don’t love him. Au contraire, it is actually the greatest act of love. Setting someone free to find what would give him the happiness you know you can’t provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What about me? Will I be happy with my decision? Maybe not now but someday I will be especially when I see him make something good out of it. When I see that he has finally found the true happiness he is searching for. Even if it does mean that we’ll never be together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to say goodbye to him even if it means getting hurt. I don’t have to forget him or lose my love for him. He will always be in my heart till the pages in the book of my life run out. He will always be in my heart for the rest of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is something I have learned from all of this drama. When you let go of someone, you truly have to let go. Don’t keep on holding on or else you’ll get dragged. That is more painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t have to worry about anything because, after all, if we really are for each other then we would end up together no matter what the odds are. If not, then I’ll be thankful for the memories we had together. Maybe, someone out there is the right one for me and there would also be someone out there would be the right one for him, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We both have to move on and learn from what we had together. We can always look back and smile knowing that even for just a while we made each other’s life colorful. Who knows where we’ll go to after this but I’m grateful to him for making me grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning of a new chapter in my life, in both our lives. For myself, I think I can still be happy someday. Happiness doesn’t have to depend on someone. I can make my own happiness. It’s just that it isn’t there right now. Maybe tomorrow I will be, or the day after tomorrow or the day after that. God knows when. God knows how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111527129671014534?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111527129671014534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111527129671014534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111527129671014534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111527129671014534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-letting-go-and-being-happy.html' title='Of Letting Go and Being Happy'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111495307676149128</id><published>2005-05-01T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T17:40:54.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Team of Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since Studio 23 started airing UAAP Men’s Senior basketball games, a certain team has caught my attention. They are the ones proudly donning the green and white jersey. Yup, I’m talking about the De La Salle Green Archers. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;As I have previously mentioned in my past post, I was at first a Blue Eagle fan. I had no idea about any team in the UAAP at that time and was just influenced by my ex-boyfriend. Why I moved to the other side? Coz I was disappointed by the ADMU team’s performance and at the same time, the Green Archers impressed me. So the next season, I was gradually cheering for the green-white team especially during the championship. I never stopped cheering since then.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;So why &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt;? That’s the same question some of my friends ask me since I am not from &lt;st1:place&gt;La  Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt;. In fact, I’m not from any of the schools participating in the UAAP.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Why &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; indeed. I don’t really know. Maybe because their brand of basketball is one of the best I have ever seen. After all, they have been champions for 5 years. And 4 out of those 5 championships were consecutively won. Add to that the fact that they have been in the Final Four since the format was introduced. You probably heard this before but I like to brag so bear with me: For the past seven years &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; has 5 championships, 1 runner-up and 1 Final Four. Their basketball program has been the envy of many teams in and out of the UAAP. There is just something in it that brings out the best in their players. Whatever it is, I think it’s their secret to success. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from that, their coach ever since 1998 is one of the best in college basketball. None other than Coach Franz Pumaren. His coaching style is just amazing, since he gave &lt;st1:place&gt;La  Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; 5 championships in 7 years and they never failed to make it to the Final Four. There is something different in his coaching style. Iba na siguro pag galing ka sa pamilya that live, eat and breathe basketball. According to one newspaper article I’ve read about the Archers, Coach Franz likes to instill an aggressive spirit among his players. You can actually tell the difference once the players come out of their dugouts. There are even numerous times when they were ahead by double digits and are in sure win situations but still they would go for rebounds as if their very lives depended on it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, in their basketball system a player’s performance in the current season is like his tryout to stay in the next season. In other words, you have to earn your spot in next season’s lineup. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from that, they really do scout all over the country to acquire only the best rookies. No wonder there are lots of times when the Rookie of Year in a UAAP Season came from DLSU. Not only do they scout within the country but outside as well. An example of this is Mike Cortez. He was already playing for a team in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; when &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; invited him to try out for the Archers. He made it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you about the rookies &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; acquired in the past few years that are now making names in world of bball. Remember Mac Cardona? He was just a walk in applicant for the Archers. After being rejected by other schools that didn’t seem to recognize the talent of this lanky, angas looking guy, Coach Franz Pumaren saw potential and took him in. Mac didn’t disappoint. Just a rookie in season 64, his unorthodox hook shot and amazing prowess in the game earned him the moniker “Captain Hook”, a large fan base and the Rookie of the Year Award by the end of the season. Add to that his first championship title in the UAAP. There are lots of Archer rookies that are really doing amazing things in the world of basketball. Some of them are Joseph Yeo (The Ninja, a star player in Xavier High School known for his acrobatic shots and ability to float in the air), TY Tang (also from Xavier, continuously improving since his starting year and is now one of the sharpshooters in the 3 point area), Junjun Cabatu (son of PBA veteran Sonny Cabatu, first option when it comes to offense), Ryan Araña (the second coming of Mac Cardona), Jerwin Gaco (rebounding ace), Jayvee Casio (the J-Shock, made the game winning 3 point shot in the Archers’ 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; championship, Rookie of the Year in season 66), Rico Maierhofer (the Human Kite), and lots, lots more. In Season 67, DLSU was rookie-laden but still they were able to make it to the Final Four and even came close to making it to the championship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/archersposter.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" align="RIGHT"&gt;Playing style. This also caught my attention when I saw the Archers play. I am not a basketball expert but there really is something in this team’s brand of play that made them unstoppable in gaining their W’s. Although they lack the height that some people think is essential in a basketball team, they make up for it with their fast playing style. &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; has some of the best stealers and fastbreak finishers in the league (examples are Joseph Yeo, Ryan Ara&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, Mac Cardona and others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Also among the Archers are the deadliest snipers from behind the arc (remember RenRen Ritualo, Dino Aldeguer, Mon Jose, Joseph Yeo, TY Tang, Jayvee Casio and the likes). But aside from individual offense, there is also their teamwork. Moving the ball around made them have better offense options. This was evident in last season’s round 2 of eliminations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now let’s talk about defense. &lt;st1:place&gt;La  Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; has what other teams envy. The dreaded full-court press. This defense has created wonders for the team in many of their games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With this kind of defense, their offense works to their advantage. Just as what Coach Franz always say, “Offense wins games but defense wins championships.” ‘Nuff said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/dchamps.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" align="LEFT"&gt;This team always has the ability to overcome adversity that they face in every season of the UAAP. When team superstars eventually leave the team to move a step higher in their career, graduation or using up of eligibility, there would always be the question of who would carry the Archers next season. But always there is a player or there are players who would stand up for the challenge. Issues like being rookie-laden (there are times when the team would have 8 to 7 rookies in a year), lack of height, and stuff like that are thrown at the Archers each year. Doubters are there too. Last season, when they had a 4-4 win-loss record, there were some who said that it would impossible for them to take home the crown. But lo and behold! They did. They had a 9 game winning streak before losing the FEU in the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; game of the Finals and then they bounced back to bring back the crown to Taft. Overcoming the odds together with tight camaraderie, that’s the &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; way. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I think Coach Franz’s words fit this team like a glove. The De La Salle University Green Archers is the Team of Destiny and it is written in the stars that they would rule college basketball no matter what the obstacles they encounter along the way. Maybe we can learn a thing or two from them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;So why am I an Archers fan? Why not? Maybe it is also my destiny.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a few facts I have gathered from last season’s UAAP games:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Archers have won only once in their Saturday games (vs.      UP in the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; round of eliminations)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Archers have lost only once in their Sunday games      (vs. ADMU 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; game in the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; round of eliminations)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Archers have won all their weekday games (Thursday,      Tuesday playoffs vs. ADMU, postponed game vs. Adamson)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;In game 3 of Finals the Archers had 10 treys in the whole game. (1 each from Cabatu, Yeo, Tang, Araña, 2 from Cardona and 4 from Casio including the game winning shot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of Casio’s points in game 3 of the Finals came from beyond the arc except for 1 free throw shot ( he missed the first one)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111495307676149128?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111495307676149128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111495307676149128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111495307676149128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111495307676149128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/05/team-of-destiny.html' title='The Team of Destiny'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111495294992677143</id><published>2005-04-30T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:09:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Drat! I missed SportsTV. I wanna see if Jinno did place a B on his head since the Lakers were not able to make it to the playoffs. Oh well. .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m also a Lakers fan and it pained me not to see them miss their chance for another championship. Naks! Drama ng lola mo. Pero mas magiging madrama ako if sa DLSU Archers nangyari yun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So since my post title is “Brand New” let me share the new things in my life. Let me start with the obvious.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a new blog title! I changed the previous one. Parang walang dating e. And the new one reflects who I am. I love saying it. I’m an Archer since birth. I know you’re asking why the heck would I say that I’m an Archer since birth. Simple. It’s because I’m a Sagittarian. I was born on the 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of December making my zodiac sign the sign of the archer, Sagittarius. But aside from that, it also mirrors my personality of always aiming for my goal no matter what it takes, no matter how long it takes me to get it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A new blog in Friendster which I want to delete. I don’t really feel like having two blogs at this moment. It’s like having two diaries where you put the same thoughts. Besides, for me this blog that I have here in blogger.com is much better. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a new fixation. You wouldn’t believe it but I’m crazy about crossword puzzles right now. I don’t know why but when I see a blank crossword puzzle I have the urge to grab a pen and start filling it with words. I don’t know why? Maybe it’s because it is a challenge to my vocabulary. And I learn a lot from these crossword puzzles. Or maybe it’s because of a guy. I don’t know but for some reason we have gotten close coz of crossword puzzles. I used to race him in answering the crossword puzzle in a daily but before long he would help me in answering it and vice versa. And then through that we became really good friends. Then. . . Oh my, oh my. . . he told me his real feelings towards me. Kilig!! Hmm. .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;. Let’s see where this would head. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But this one is my real favorite: A brand new chance to change my ways and do whatever it is that I could to make my stay in this world worthwhile. Don’t you just feel thankful that we wake up each day to make a difference in this world?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111495294992677143?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111495294992677143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111495294992677143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111495294992677143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111495294992677143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/brand-new.html' title='Brand New'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111476261288612470</id><published>2005-04-29T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T16:30:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Magic Lamp, Shooting Star, Wishing Well. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;If wishes were worth real cash value, I would be a billionaire right now. Every single day that the good Lord created I have hoped and dreamt for different things. Some came true and some didn’t. Some are totally impossible and some are very simple. Some are downright silly and some just touches the heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are just some that I could remember or think of at the moment. Oh and they are not also in any particular order:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;whole roomful of stuff toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;lifetime supply of Hershey’s kisses and Ferrero      Rocher chocolates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;lifetime supply of pasta and anything chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;see Mac Cardona in person (this one I got but would like to experience again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;see Joseph Yeo in person (also came true but would like to happen again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;watch at least one live Green Archers game (sort of came true but I’m still wishing for this one coz what I saw was just the team in the PBL)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;a live UAAP game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;lots of clothes, shoes, accessories, bags and hats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;join and win the American Idol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;see Gary V in person &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;have every single Gary V album in existence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;watch a Backstreet Boys concert live&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;see the BSB in person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;talk to Nick Carter for hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;learn how to play the guitar and the piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;sing without getting out of tune in front of millions      of people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;that Anthony Fedorov won’t get voted out of the      American Idol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;latest PC model&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;latest cellphone model&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;my basketball player crush would ask me out on a date &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(as if!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;marry Nick Carter (this was in my high school yearbook)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;another DLSU-ADMU championship in the UAAP (DLSU      would win, of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;a basketball team composed purely of DLSU and ADMU      players&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wesley Gonzales and Mac Cardona in one team playing together &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(wouldn’t you wanna see this?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kobe Bryant as an import in the PBA for the Alaska      Aces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;a green CRV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;MVP award for Mac Cardona and Joseph Yeo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mariah Carey and Britney Spears not to make any more      movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michael Jordan, Shaquille O’ Neal, Tracy McGrady,      Lebron James, Kobe Bryant, et al to visit the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;      and play a benefit game against PBA’s best&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;see Joseph Yeo dance in any variety show worth of his      guesting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;RP team to win a gold medal in the SEA Games and      Olympics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;see Japoy Lizardo compete in the Olympics and win a      medal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;be a gymnast &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(total impossibility)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;dance ballet &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      (dream on)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;perform with Gary V in Araneta Coliseum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;be a broadcaster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;be a writer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;dress like Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;have the legs of Heidi Klum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;the body of Tyra Banks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;the butt of JLo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;be as rich as Bill Gates and know what to do with the      moolah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;world peace (      for real. It’s not just a beauty pageant answer.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;eradicate poverty &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;treatment for every illness in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;cure for stupidity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;reduce the number of superficial beings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;go to the moon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;own a plane like John Travolta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;go to Middle Earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;be Harry Potter’s classmate in Hogwarts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;a library as big as a cathedral with a copy of every      single book in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;prove that nice guys don’t have to finish last&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;have a perfect day (even for just once)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;find the right guy for me &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      (I hope I already found him)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;not to get hurt again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;not to cry coz of a guy again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;home for all the forgotten children in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;go to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;      and visit St. Peter’s Basilica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;attend a mass celebrated by the Pope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;all the criminals in the world be punished&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;learn how to speak French, Spanish and Chinese fluently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;travel around the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;visit the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Buckingham&lt;/st1:placename&gt;       &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Palace&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;see the original works of Michelangelo, da Vinci and      Picasso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;a nice family for all the orphans in the world and      kids left by their parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;punishment for mothers who abandon their children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;punishment for drug lords and drug pushers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mike Cortez, Mac Cardona, Joseph Yeo, Renren Ritualo,      Don Allado, BJ Manalo, Mon Jose and Dino Aldeguer play together again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;another championship title for the DLSU Green Archers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;go back in time and change what needs to be changed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;job for everyone who deserves a job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;education for everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;increase in number of people who would really care      for the environment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;know all things needed before making important      decisions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;protection for all the endangered animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;eliminate racism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;lots of dogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;just be happy and content&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;everyone to be happy and content&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;for everyone to get what they deserve&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;a basketball court of my own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;to be just me forever.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What about you? What are your wishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111476261288612470?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111476261288612470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111476261288612470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111476261288612470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111476261288612470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/wanted-magic-lamp-shooting-star.html' title='Wanted: Magic Lamp, Shooting Star, Wishing Well. . .'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111407248659757004</id><published>2005-04-21T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:34:46.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Affair with Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a confession to make. When I was still very young I HATED basketball. Whenever my dad would switch the TV channel to basketball I would immediately have a “People Power” of my own. I remember saying, “Bakit ba ang hilig mo sa basketball e wala naman maganda dyan? Walang kumakanta, walang sumasayaw, walang nakakatawa.” Silly me, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I always thought men were crazy. They would drop everything when it comes to basketball. I have never met any woman at that time who would fight for TV time when it comes to basketball. But it’s a different story when it comes to showbiz talk shows. Little did I know I would, later on, jump into the bandwagon of basketball crazy guys and gals.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me take you back to my high school years. It was when I saw the Michael Jordan-led Chicago Bulls team win their conference title against the Indiana Pacers en route to their 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; NBA Championship versus the Utah Jazz. They did a repeat the next year. Seeing the great MJ in action together with Scottie Pippen, Dennis Rodman and Toni Kukoc made me admire this sport. It ain’t that bad after all. When Michael Jordan retired for the second time, and Chicago Bulls was not the supreme team they were before, I set my eyes on the LA Lakers and Kobe Bryant. For a few seasons,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t disappointed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;But I wasn’t all NBA. I also began watching MBA (Metropolitan Basketball Association – to those who didn’t know) through the influence of my friends. That’s where teams like the Cebu Gems, Manila Metrostars, Negros Slashers, etc. came to be known. That’s also where some basketball superstars now are “born”. I’m talking about Dondon Hontiveros, Alex Compton, Rommel Adducul, Stephen Padilla, Rob Wainwright, and the list goes on. At this point, I’m starting to really appreciate basketball. I even remember debating with my classmates which is a better team between the Cebu Gems and Negros Slashers. And this is also the point when I met ladies who are also into basketball. That was likely since I came from an all girls’ high school. Now I’m just getting warmed up. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then PBA came into my life. Yes, the very league I dreaded watching when I was young turned out to be my teacher about the technical stuff in basketball. I became a fan of the Alaska Aces especially of Johnny Abarrientos. When Dondon Hontiveros transferred to PBA from MBA, I also became a fan of the San Miguel Beermen (since that is where Dondon played for). I learned a lot through this league and I’m so thankful for it. Otherwise, I’ll still be at lost right now. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now you might think that PBA made me the basketball fanatic that I am right now. You’re wrong. What made me a convert was UAAP. Yup, the University Athletics Association of the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Why? Because it is more fast-paced than the pros, it is where you will see the next big thing in Philippine basketball and new moves, even acrobatic ones, which you rarely see in the pros. And just hearing the crowd cheer for their own respective teams, it just gives you adrenaline rush. Since school pride is also at stake here, you can be sure that the supporters are equally divided. One side for one school, another for the other team. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I must admit that when I first started watching UAAP, I was a cheering for the Ateneo Blue Eagles. Unfortunately, at that time I wasn’t impressed with their games. (Well, I must say that compared to their games before, they have greatly improved now.) So I gradually lost interest in them and became more of a fan of their rival team: The De La Salle Green Archers. After that season, I told myself that next year I would cheer for &lt;st1:place&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I kept my word. Up to this day, I’m still supporting the Green Archers. Oh I could come up with millions of reason why they are my favorite team but that’s another post. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Many people would say that basketball is a male-dominated sport. Why am I ever interested in it? I do because, it is exciting, you’ll never know what to expect. It’s a sport that requires the players to use their heads. Add to that the really good looking players. (Of course I’ll notice that. I’m still a girl.)  I may not be able to give you a straight answer but one thing is for sure, I will always love this sport.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111407248659757004?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111407248659757004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111407248659757004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111407248659757004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111407248659757004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-love-affair-with-basketball.html' title='My Love Affair with Basketball'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111391285551344400</id><published>2005-04-19T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:14:15.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Sometimes Take the Hard Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As I sit in front of my computer, enduring a slight headache, eating my instant palabok and reflecting on what I have done this day, I thought nothing is remarkable with my accompanying my brother in his enrolment for college at my former university. As expected, they had a better system this time compared to when I enrolled five years ago. It wasn’t even crowded at all&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I looked back at my own freshman enrolment and the rest of my schooling years and realized that, unlike my brother, not everything came easy for me. Yeah, oftentimes I had to crawl my way to “success”. But it doesn’t bother me. In fact, I kinda like it. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;***I like the thrill&lt;/span&gt;. Even if I don’t admit it, I’m a little bit of an adventurer. You can look into different reality TV shows like Survivor or Amazing Race and think what they’re doing is an adventure. But guess what? Our everyday lives, no matter how boring or monotonous, are also adventures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t agree with me? Look at it. How many times have we complained that nothing thrilling or exciting happens to us unlike other people? When I had to take the hard road, I treat it as a race (kinda like the Amazing Race) where you have to go through it, no matter what, to get to the finish line. And when I do get to that finish line, it just feels great. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;***It makes me know who I am.&lt;/span&gt; What I’m trying to say is that sometimes taking the hard road can make you discover yourself more. It can make you realize that you can go beyond what you expect yourself to do. This is because most of the time, the hard way gets us out of our “comfort zone” and there are instances when we have to go beyond that “comfort zone” to rediscover ourselves. Get us acquainted with ourselves. Trust me; you’ll be surprised at what you’ll find out.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;***I never back down on a challenge.&lt;/span&gt; When I failed more than once in the course I have taken it was almost an instant decision to shift to another course which is much easier. After all, my other classmates facing the same situation did the same thing. But then, I said to myself, it ain’t over yet. I’m still in the program. I’m not yet booted out. I took it as a challenge to do whatever it takes to stay in the curriculum. While I’m still in my course, there is still hope. Even if it took me more than the usual number of years to finish my course, I made it. I graduated. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;***Sometimes, it is the right way&lt;/span&gt;. People sometimes, in their desire to have everything without breaking a sweat, “kumakapit sa patalim”. Even if it is illegal or they are gonna step on another person’s foot, some people don’t care as long as they get what they want easily. Me? No can do. I’d rather go through all the thorns and rocks along the way than hurt others. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*** (My favorite reason of all) It makes me grow. &lt;/span&gt;I would never be as mature as I am right now if I hadn’t taken the hard way. I learned to think and decide for myself. I wouldn’t be aware of my abilities and limitations if I had everything easy. I’ll be a spoiled brat, and that’s not good. Not at all. I learned to be independent. I learned to stand on my own.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know more obstacles are coming my way and yes, I may have to take the hard way again. But I’m not scared. I’ll be ok. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“When you encounter pins and thorns along the way, don’t avoid them. Instead, pick them up coz someday you can use them to become a better person.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111391285551344400?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111391285551344400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111391285551344400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111391285551344400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111391285551344400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-i-sometimes-take-hard-road.html' title='Why I Sometimes Take the Hard Road'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111366104224537037</id><published>2005-04-16T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:17:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another poem (It Doesn't Have A Title Eh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If I were to look&lt;br /&gt;For a space where I can write&lt;br /&gt;How much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;And how loved you made me feel&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t write it on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;It can’t hold that much.&lt;br /&gt;It may contain thousands of fishes,&lt;br /&gt;Millions of corals and treasures&lt;br /&gt;But it isn’t deep enough&lt;br /&gt;To hold our deepest affections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought of writing along the shores&lt;br /&gt;So that as we walk hand in hand &lt;br /&gt;We may never forget&lt;br /&gt;How much we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I declined.&lt;br /&gt;It just wouldn’t do&lt;br /&gt;The waves may come and wash it away&lt;br /&gt;I just want that forever it will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is beautiful enough to write to&lt;br /&gt;On a clear sunny day&lt;br /&gt;But the weather is very unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;The rain might take the words away.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is&lt;br /&gt;There isn’t any room for all the things&lt;br /&gt;I have to say&lt;br /&gt;It just simply isn’t big enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I just realized&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to look very far&lt;br /&gt;The space I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;Could be found deep within our hearts&lt;br /&gt;There, no one could erase&lt;br /&gt;The love I have for you&lt;br /&gt;And I do hope I could stay in yours, too.&lt;br /&gt;So in our hearts let us cherish&lt;br /&gt;True love we feel for each other&lt;br /&gt;And there it would stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111366104224537037?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111366104224537037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111366104224537037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111366104224537037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111366104224537037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-poem-it-doesnt-have-title-eh.html' title='Another poem (It Doesn&apos;t Have A Title Eh)'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111354393624919359</id><published>2005-04-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T13:47:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m No Film Expert But. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This afternoon I went to Ayala to hangout with a friend. Out of sheer boredom we decided to see a movie. There were nice films to choose. Miss Congeniality 2 and The Pacifier were some of them. But then being a horror movie buff, I convinced my friend to watch “Samara The Ring 2” with me. After all, he made me choose which film we’d see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, “Samara The Ring 2” is the sequel to “The Ring” and also the American version of “Ringu 2” (I think) which is originally a Japanese horror film. It still stars Naomi Watts as Rachel (the newpaper reporter who watched the tape in the first film) and the kid who plays her son Aidan (Sorry, forgot his name). To give you the gist of the film, in this movie we see Rachel and Aidan starting over in a “quiet little town” after their first encounter with Samara and that tape. Remember that she had to show the tape to another person to survive after the seven days so they made a copy of the tape so that the kid won’t die? Well, the tape “followed” them to their new neighborhood and when Rachel encountered a death caused by the tape, she had to find the tape and destroy it. She actually did which I think made Samara pissed. What happened next was Aidan was actually possessed by Samara who, we later figured out, was just looking for a mom. Why? See the film. Anyway, Rachel was trying to save Aidan and to do so she had to do the unthinkable since it’s the only way to free him from Samara. Whatever it is, I won’t spoil it for you. Just watch it if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was disappointed with the film. Sure it’s graphically and technically better than the first film but it still left me, borrowing Cowell’s criticism in AI, “cold”. I was expecting to get scared but sadly, not even a tingle on my nerves. I swear I could have slept in the cinema if it wasn’t for those peeps screaming for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if it’s just my fondness for horror movies that made me a bit numb to this film. But I don’t think so. I still get scared after seeing “The Grudge 2” several times already. Maybe American horror films aren’t really that scary. After seeing several Asian horror movies, I think they are really much scary than US versions. Proof? The Ring, The Grudge and The Ring 2. I have a suggestion to American filmmakers. Don’t do English versions of Asian horror films. You can use all the latest technology you got on effects and graphics on your American versions and still not get the right recipe to make your viewers really scream in fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again maybe I’m just being too critical. . . . . .  . . . .  . . . . Nah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111354393624919359?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111354393624919359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111354393624919359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111354393624919359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111354393624919359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-no-film-expert-but.html' title='I’m No Film Expert But. . .'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111354334912193028</id><published>2005-04-13T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:32:14.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing “Hook”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m not talking about any other “Hook” but none other than Captain Hook. Not the villain in Peter Pan’s life but Captain Hook Macmac Cardona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the game of the Harbour Center Portmasters yesterday. Although I only saw it on TV, I can feel the excitement of that close game. It was filled with technical/unsportsmanlike fouls especially in the first quarter including one on Mac Cardona, which I think was not really intentional. Personally, I think kasalanan nung player na natamaan ng arm ni Mac kasi sya ang lumapit. Malay ba ni Mac na andun sya e Mac was talking to his teammate. So anyway, Mac had a bad first half. I think it was the worst first half he had in recent games gaining only 6 points. He didn’t even start for the team. But even so, he gained momentum in the second half and gained an additional 15 points including the game winning shot. Of all the shots he took that afternoon in the FEU gym, his last shot was the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/cardona.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" align="LEFT"&gt;It was their chance to take the final basket to gain back their lead which was taken over by the Toyota-Otis team. But by a stroke of bad luck they weren’t able to get their shot and then the ball went out of bounds. Fortunately, they were able to regain possession and inbound in their baseline. With just 0.2 seconds left in the game clock Mac Cardona aimed for the trey even with a defender on his face and make it. Even he can’t believe it and he was jumping all over the court. I’m telling you it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac Cardona fans would agree with me that Mac indeed is one of the best amateur basketball players in the Philippines. And he would also be a wonderful pro basketball player one day. With wonderful basketball talent, no wonder there are people who contests that he should have an MVP award to his name. But it’s ok. A trophy doesn’t make a player great. It’s his talent and drive to continuously improve and learn his craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mac Cardona, I salute you and thanx for being so nice when I saw you a couple of years ago. Can’t believe you’d be like that to me and my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111354334912193028?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111354334912193028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111354334912193028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111354334912193028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111354334912193028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/amazing-hook.html' title='The Amazing “Hook”'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111320555344585186</id><published>2005-04-11T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:45:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I just took out my tagboard since no body can see it so no one tags me. I use Firefox as my internet browser so I'm not really sure how others see my blog when they use Internet Explorer. But when I used my Internet Explorer to view my blog I was so surprised to see my sidebar was moved to the bottom of the page. Man! That was so frustrating. To those I have linked and didn't see it, don't worry. I'm still in the process of making things ok in my blog. So please bear with me. Sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111320555344585186?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111320555344585186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111320555344585186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111320555344585186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111320555344585186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111319935060406614</id><published>2005-04-11T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T14:02:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang Magawa Eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know it's not that poetic pero it's worth a try. anyway, matagal na poem na. I made  it when I was in 2nd yr college when I was bored with our Religion class. Hehehe. Medyo OA nga e. Well, there it is. I have nothing to post kasi e. It's another boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I wish you were here with me&lt;br /&gt;I long so much to be with you&lt;br /&gt;To feel myself wrapped in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And capture the emotions of our love&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the kisses we would share&lt;br /&gt;And how they would fill our hearts with affection&lt;br /&gt;But we’re so far apart&lt;br /&gt;And even if you come&lt;br /&gt;You won’t stay long&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I wouldn’t care&lt;br /&gt;For your presence for a few moments&lt;br /&gt;Can give me the happiness I have forever sought.&lt;br /&gt;Temporary absence means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;For I know deep within my heart&lt;br /&gt;Someday, we will never part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111319935060406614?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111319935060406614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111319935060406614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111319935060406614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111319935060406614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/walang-magawa-eh.html' title='Walang Magawa Eh'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111310908074850738</id><published>2005-04-10T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:07:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Green. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know it's still very early but I can't help but be excited. UAAP is still in July yet everyone (Green Archer fans most probably) is almost as excited as I am for the Green Archers since the departure of the Captain Hook Macmac Cardona has left us with a big question: Who will step up big time for the Green Archers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no bball expert to come up with an answer to this question. And everyone knows that UAAP is as predictable as the weather. So it's hard to foretell anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that player will be, I think we should give it as much importance as how united the team would be this season. After all, basketball is a team sport. Victory doesn't only rely on one player. Sure, Mac makes the most points for the Archers last year but there is more than one occasion when we have seen other Archers have their own share of heroics for the team that eventually lead them to a championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming UAAP season, they have to defend their title most probably without Macmac (unless by some twist of fate, he changes his mind and play one last time for La Salle). So what? It is bound to happen some time. Same thing happened when Renren Ritualo, Mike Cortez and other star players left the team after using up their eligibility or to go pro. Many basketball fans thought those would be the end of the great basketball reign of La Salle. But many times were they proven wrong. Without Mac Cardona how would La Salle be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is that it would never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111310908074850738?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111310908074850738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111310908074850738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111310908074850738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111310908074850738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/being-green.html' title='Being Green. . .'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111304614350056293</id><published>2005-04-09T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T19:29:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit Walang Tag??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My tagboard is very lonely. =( Sana may magtag. Kahit hi lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111304614350056293?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111304614350056293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111304614350056293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111304614350056293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111304614350056293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/bakit-walang-tag.html' title='Bakit Walang Tag??!!'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111285408662393969</id><published>2005-04-07T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:08:06.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impossible Dream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Call me crazy or obsessed but I have to share this or I would burst. I have had a crush on a college basketball superstar. I just wouldn't mention any names coz I would just be so embarrassed if he would be able to read this. Let me give you a clue: chinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, he is a major crush of mine and you would think I am totally crazy over him if I tell you that I dreamt about him last night. Yes, even I am surprised because I wasn't even thinking about him at all yesterday. So let me tell you this whole craziness while I still remember it vividly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My dream started with me walking in their school gym. And I saw him with his teammates and they were like giving him a little birthday celebration. So as he was approaching their bench (which was near me since I was sitting on the bleachers behind it), I greeted him a happy birthday and he smiled at me. Then we were introduced by one of his teammates. Then, as dreams always are, in an instant we were in a different location. We were in one of the classrooms in their university and we were sitting beside each other, talking. We seemed to be really close. I'm not talking about proximity but relationship. It's like we were really close friends. We seemed to be laughing at each other's jokes. Oh yeah, before you begin to think of something else. There were also other people inside the room. So with that out of the way, let me continue. Where was I? Oh ok. So we were talking the way really close friends do. Then I absentmindedly placed my hand on my thigh and then.... this is the "kilig" part.... he took my hand and held it. As in really held it with tenderness. OMG!!! (Can't stop giggling now.) He never let it go. As we continued talking, I found myself leaning on his shoulders and it looked okay to him. OMG again!!! However, it didn't stop there. Next thing I saw in my dream was we were walking and talking on the school's hallway and, yes, we're still holding hands. And then something bizarre happened.... I woke up. Just kidding. Actually, it became somewhat like a movie. It seemed that we were inside a building and looking for something. (Just not sure what it was though.) And it also seemed that we were running away and hiding from someone or something. All I know was that the next thing that happened was we found what we were looking for and escaped that someone whom we were running away from. Then when we gave the box we were looking for (this was the "something" we were searching for) to some old people (they seem to be like those old guys in adventure films who sends you on a mission. Come to think of it, this part of my dream does seem to be an excerpt from a treasure hunting movie.) Then they gave my crush a choice between me and the treasure. He was about to make his decision when the unexpected happened. . . I woke up. For real this time. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my dream. Told ya it was crazy. But so what? Dreams are supposed to be that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111285408662393969?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111285408662393969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111285408662393969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111285408662393969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111285408662393969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/impossible-dream.html' title='The Impossible Dream?'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111285390747333117</id><published>2005-04-06T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:06:14.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Me Out of Here!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I mean it. Get me out of here. For so long I have wanted to go to Manila. I want to be independent and I can't do that here where I am right now. Not with my parents and almost everybody telling me what to do. I don't think anyone cares what I want and it sucks. There isn't a single person here who cares if I'm happy or not. What they want me to do is what they want. And for so long I have done the things that they want me to do. I am finished with school and I am almost 22. I need to do things on my own and take responsibilities. I need to do it now or I'll never learn. I am old enough to know what I want and how to get it. I don't need anyone "screaming" at my back saying, “Do this, do that." It drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they say that Manila lifestyle is expensive and I won't survive there? That's stupid. First of all, that expensive lifestyle thing is objective. If a person doesn't know how to manage his/her finances well and doesn't really know where to look at the right places, then it would really be an expensive and stressful lifestyle. It just really depends on how you live your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surviving?? Duh. I was born there. I've always considered it my home. Even if I have been in Cebu for most of my life, Manila has always been the place I considered my home. I mean, when I was a very young girl my family, no, my parents decided that we move to Cebu. It sucked. We have no relatives here and I definitely know nobody. I for sure have no idea about the place, the language and the people. Well, of course, for a little girl at the age of 5 it isn't really that on my mind. But what I really know is I dreaded moving away from my relatives, my cousins who have been like my older brothers and sisters. It isn't fair at all for me to be taken away from my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look forward to our trips to Manila. And I always feel sad when we have to go back. And for about 16 years stay here, I have only gone back there for only a few times. And at those instances, I haven't really had enough time to see and appreciate everything there. As I have said, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not just leisure why I want to leave for Manila. It's not even romantic. I just want to do something for myself. Just for myself. It's about time I give myself some good time. I want to grow too as a person. I want to make decisions for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to think for yourself, make decisions for yourself and take responsibilities for your own actions... all together now... SUCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be. Let me go where I want. Let me live my life and learn from it. Trust me. I can do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111285390747333117?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111285390747333117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111285390747333117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111285390747333117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111285390747333117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/04/get-me-out-of-here.html' title='Get Me Out of Here!!!!'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111215490938650326</id><published>2005-03-30T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:08:37.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's fine...Thank God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yup, everything's fine in my life now. God answered my prayers at an unexpected time. Who would have thought that on the day when we're all supposed to be having our own sacrifices I would receive the answer to my prayers? I did. I think Easter came early for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have previously posted, I recently had my own heartache. That wasn't the first time I've experienced it but I can also say that this wasn't the first time I have proven that prayers could really be answered if you just fervently pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost three days, I could not properly live my normal life. This was from Maundy Thursday to Black Saturday. Every moment that I could, I prayed to God that everything would be fine. I prayed that He'll just help mer get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting it but on the afternoon of Black Saturday, he texted me. Saying he misses me and my kulit text messages. I couldn't believe it. I thought it was a joke from up above. But it wasn't. After receiving hurtful words that broke my heart into tiny pieces, all I can receive now are words of apology, understanding and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, "Ok na ba tayo? Tayo na ulit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo kung mapapatawad mo pa ko", was his reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to give it much thought. I know what my answer will be even before he asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the afternoon of Black Saturday, Easter came early for me. Everything is fine. My heart is full of thanks to the One Above. And my heart is full of love the man of life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111215490938650326?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111215490938650326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111215490938650326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111215490938650326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111215490938650326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/03/everythings-finethank-god.html' title='Everything&apos;s fine...Thank God'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111215450480519706</id><published>2005-03-24T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:06:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am feeling so bad today. My heart is aching and my eyes are sore from crying the whole night last night. I need someone to talk to. Bading, where are ya buddy? Need you now more than ever. I need someone to make me laugh and just forget that someone broke my precious little heart. Forget it just for a short moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I hate this day. I hate yesterday even more. I wish I could just rewind the past hours and skip yesterday. But for some f*****n (pardon the language) reason, we can't. No one can. We just have to take it as it comes. Can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad at the person who have hurt me. Not at all. Yup, after loving him wih all my heart, I get this. I probably deserve it. But I'm not bitter nor angry at him. In all fairness, he did love me too. We still love each other. Perhaps we just need time and space. He needs to think to understand me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything just to make everything once again. For some understanding and patience, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one person I truly love:&lt;br /&gt;Mahal, sana maintindihan mo lahat ng pinagdadaanan ko, natin ngayon. Konti panahon lang hinihingi ko sayo. Mahal na mahal kita at di magbabago yun. Sana maayos na ito lahat gaya ng dati. Lagi ako nandito para sayo. At lagi ka nasa puso ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111215450480519706?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111215450480519706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111215450480519706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111215450480519706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111215450480519706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/03/broken-hearted.html' title='Broken Hearted'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111157610797228081</id><published>2005-03-23T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:10:32.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Okay so it's almost 6 in the evening. What have I done today? Hmmm..... Lemme see.... Aside from staring at the boob tube all day long (or at the computer monitor) and enduring a terrible headache which by the way, I didn't know where it came from . . . I've just lazed around the house the whole day. Can't do anything interesting yet. And I definitely haven't got any idea either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/147/4253/640/icecream.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/147/4253/320/icecream.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy ice cream with lots of toppings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/147/4253/640/pizza.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/147/4253/320/pizza.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can resist a big tasty pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing good to watch on TV. I am not in the mood to listen to any music. What to do? Eat and lay around. Hope this doesn't go on for days or I'll be as big as the Big Dome itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there is such a thing as the internet, especially Yahoo Messenger. Guess what, I'm now chatting with one of my favorite college basketball players. Lucky me. Well, it pays to have Friendster and Yahoo Messenger at the same time. At least it's something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can get boring sometimes. But know what? Maybe it's just trying to tell us something. Maybe we just have to slow down. Take a deep breath. Look around and look how far we've gone. Then think. . . Am I happy? Am I satisfied? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need moments like this. With everything moving too fast, we tend to forget. Sometimes, we even forget the important things in life. Until it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/147/4253/640/pencil sketch2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/147/4253/320/pencil sketch2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just sit back and relax with Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Holy Week. For some it's vacation time then they start heading for the beach or the mountains or anywhere away from the hustle and bustle of the city. They party and have fun. Nothing wrong with that. Me? I just stay home. I'm not a religious person or anything but I do think that the Holy Week is just the time to reflect and assess my life. For three days, I can just sit down and see if I have been living my life the way I wanted it or the way the Lord wanted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/147/4253/640/pencil sketch1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/147/4253/320/pencil sketch1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wil be all ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it can get boring during the Holy Week with nothing much to watch on TV except for the Seventh Heaven marathons or the replays of the 10 commandments. But so what? I have my family with me. We can all lay around together. Or maybe something interesting will come up. You'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111157610797228081?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111157610797228081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111157610797228081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111157610797228081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111157610797228081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/03/boring.html' title='Boring....'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111140365412800660</id><published>2005-03-21T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:21:40.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here's the pic I was talking about. Next time, I'll post the other one. For those who know me, I think you'll agree that it doesn't look like the normal moi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/147/4253/640/rentoga.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/147/4253/320/rentoga.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me in my toga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got home from an exam in one of the call centers here in Cebu. At first, the exam was easy ( it was an IQ test), then came the hard ones (can't even remember the name of the first one. the other one was a networking exam). Afterwards, I had an interview for my skills test. I wasn't really expecting to pass those exams but guess what?? Surprise, surprise. I passed and was scheduled for another interview. Well, now I have mixed emotions about getting nearer to being hired. Maybe I was just informed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, with the position I applied for, there is no chance that I would be assigned in Manila right away (at least, that's what I've been told). I still have to wait for 2 years before I can request to be transferred. That's too bad for me coz I really wanna be on my own. I can only do that in our country's capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I can still find a way to go their no matter what. I have to get there by hook or by crook. Talk about determination.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111140365412800660?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111140365412800660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111140365412800660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111140365412800660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111140365412800660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/03/thats-me.html' title='That&apos;s me'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111131263892689668</id><published>2005-03-20T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:53:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I'm done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes. Finally, after 6 years of elementary, 4 years of high school and 5 years of college schooling, I'm done. I've graduated yesterday at 1:30 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I never felt any excitement at all. It just seems like an ordinary day except that we were all wearing black robes with matching caps. Some were round with different colored something on their tops. But most were flat at the top with orange tassels. Most of us have yellow green hoods but there are also those who have violet and other colored hoods. We marched from the school open ground to our cultural center in alphabetical order. We went up to the hall, got to our seats and celebrated the baccalaurate mass. For a little while, it felt as if we were just having a general dress rehearsal for our graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, once we started the graduation ceremonies I can't wait to go up the stage and receive my diploma. When I finally got to do it (after waiting for like forever) I was just hoping my shoes won't slip off. Needless to say, that would be very embarrasing. So with a smile of a successful graduate, I received my diploma and shook our dean's hand. When I got down the stage, a certain feeling of happiness came over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels to finally finish something you've been working on for so many years. I'm a graduate now. I'm proud of my accomplishment. I'm now ready to face a more challenging world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111131263892689668?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111131263892689668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111131263892689668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111131263892689668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111131263892689668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/03/finally-im-done.html' title='Finally, I&apos;m done'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111097318416943939</id><published>2005-03-16T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:47:51.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Got my pictures for the yearbook just this afternoon. I wasn't really supposed to get it but my classmate was nice enough to let me borrow 450.00 to pay for the pictures. so anyway, I got my pictures (2 big ones and some pocket sized, 2x2 and 1x1) and I was just really laughing. It's not me, I told myself. Nope, there was no mistake at the studio. I know it's me but it doesn't look like me. It's like my face changed. Someone said that I look like Sandy from Save The Last Dance. Hahaha. That was something. Anyway, I'm satisfied with my pictures. I'm just glad it was not a totally different person. Just a different look for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111097318416943939?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111097318416943939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111097318416943939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111097318416943939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111097318416943939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-me.html' title='Not me'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111069865317543865</id><published>2005-03-13T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:45:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So what do you do when you wake up? Someone trying to be funny would answer, "Open my eyes, duh." Haha. But really. What do you do when you wake up? Some would say they do some stretches, some would go straight to the bathroom. Still some would straighten their beds. Me? I stay in bed for a while and think. What would be my routine today? Then I would reach for my cellphone which is on top of an old karaoke stereo that we have(it doesn't work the way it used to. It's for display only nowadays.).Then I would see that I have one meassage received. I open it and read the message from my boyfriend. Usually it's a good morning with a reminder for me to eat my breakfast (if he wakes up earlier than I do). Sometimes it's his last message for me from the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always makes me smile to read those messages. Yeah, I know. It can get boring sometimes. But not for me. It's a wonderful feeling to know that you're in your special someone's thoughts before he goes to sleep and as soon as he wakes up. My whole day would not be complete without talking to him. Sometimes it's about serious stuff. Sometimes, it's total nonsense. Whatever it is, it's already part of my daily routine. Whether if it's after my classes, before my classes, after my chores, after I eat my meals or when I'm just chilling at home, his messages completes my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it can get monotonous at times. But guess what? It's not. You know why? Coz of the little things that I can read between the lines. The sweet little things that even he doesn't realized makes my insides flutter. Sometimes he laughs at me for paying attention even to the littlest details but what he doesn't know is that is where I can truly see what he feels for me. The subtle way of saying he cares and he loves me is enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daily routine could be disrupted at one point or another. After all, there can never be anything constant but one thing will never change. My conversation with the very special person in my life who I can imagine growing old with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111069865317543865?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111069865317543865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111069865317543865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111069865317543865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111069865317543865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/03/daily-routine.html' title='Daily Routine'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111027230290284988</id><published>2005-03-08T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:41:28.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I had an interesting seminar yesterday at school. It was not boring at all thanks to the wonderful speaker. Great voice and stage presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, the seminar was about job preparation. What you need to do before an interview, clothes you have to wear, what companies are looking for, all about your resume and stuff like that. Man, I learned a lot. It was worth missing a class again. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, after that seminar, I realized just how close I am to graduating. How close I am to finally finishing my studies. Then, as I stare at my pc just now, I realize that I'm going to miss a lot about school. I'll miss waking up very early just to avoid missing my 7:30 AM class (though, I probably still have to wake up early when I already have a job to avoid rush hour traffic.) I would miss having long break times in between classes. I would especially miss hanging out with my friends and classmates during non-hectic times in school. Also those times when we would wait for our teacher to arrive within 15 minutes from the first bell of our class or else we would leave and consider him/her absent. Hehehe. Just all of our gimiks and trippings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I had lots of fun with my college classmates than with high school classmates. I would never forget our parties, our jokes, our loveteams. Gosh, I would really miss a lot of things in school. Of course, projects and exams are included. I can't leave that out. I would miss our teachers. They came in different shapes and sizes but each of them has inculcated something in our mind one way or another. Maybe some are more likeable than others but somehow each of them made an impact in our lives. Or else I wouldn't be where I am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I would always think of those times when I sweated blood just to pass a subject or two. Those sleepless nights just to study for an exam or to finish a project. Looking back, I realized that I did change a lot. And I would not have been this way without my experiences in schoool and meeting the people I met especially during college. People say that in college, they will prepare you for your future jobs. I learned more than that in college. I learned to be me and it ain't bad at all. It's fun. I met great friends who accepted me for who I really am. I experienced different things that made me become who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said that college doesn't only prepare you for your job, they prepare you for life. But someone also said that not everything can be learned in school. Real world is a much better teacher. I couldn't agree more. But even though, college can get you started. Some say that college is a rollercoaster ride, some say it is a journey to the unknown(?) but for me it is an adventure. But I would save that for another blog..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111027230290284988?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111027230290284988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111027230290284988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111027230290284988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111027230290284988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/03/look-back.html' title='Look Back'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111009604401404787</id><published>2005-03-06T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:15:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduating..... then what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yup, I'll be graduating this march. I'm super excited. It feels great to finally accomplish something especially it means I'm not going to school anymore. Hehehe. No more exams, no more projects, no more homeworks. And most of all, no more teachers who are hard to understand (both in lessons and attitude). Finally, I can rest from all the hustle and bustle of academic life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm gonna graduate. Then what? I don't know what to do next. Let me clarify. I know what I wanna do but I don't know what exactly would happen after i graduate. I want to go to manila and work there. But I'm afraid that not everything would go exactly as i planned. That's the story of my life anyway. Most of the time nothing goes according to plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to find a job that would satisfy my dream. It's hard to find a job that would make me feel comfortable. All in all, it's hard to find a job especially in our country. I'm starting to look for possible options for future job hunting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever the future holds, I'm going to face it. I'm never gonna be alone in facing it. I know and I'm sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111009604401404787?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111009604401404787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111009604401404787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111009604401404787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111009604401404787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/03/graduating-then-what.html' title='Graduating..... then what?'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11248789.post-111002013725161899</id><published>2005-03-06T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T18:55:37.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, my first blog. What do I feel? Hmmm.... Excited and thrilled? Definitely. Confused? Hmmm. Maybe. What's the big deal with a blog anyway? Maybe not much but since I was unsuccessful in all my attempts to keep a diary when I was younger, this might be the closest I can get. Well, so far this is what's running in my mind right now. Till the next blog!! Have to watch StarDance now. Hehehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11248789-111002013725161899?l=renren-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/111002013725161899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11248789&amp;postID=111002013725161899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111002013725161899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11248789/posts/default/111002013725161899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renren-angel.blogspot.com/2005/03/testing.html' title='Testing......'/><author><name>BabyAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927903238530598333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/reina1983/rensteyler.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
