<?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-7984020722054252047</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:02:03.757-07:00</updated><category term='crime expectation'/><category term='cosplay'/><category term='Ragnarok'/><category term='CDOtaku'/><category term='Save me from boredom'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='desiderata'/><category term='archer'/><category term='assassin'/><title type='text'>Eccentric Baloney</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog contains nonsense posts so don't waste your time reading them.. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-518848701005500757</id><published>2009-03-25T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:28:19.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, this would be my very last blog entry for this blog account. Please visit my new (maybe official as well) at &lt;a href="http://haifa.baluyos.net"&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;http://haifa.baluyos.net&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Have a happy blog experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-518848701005500757?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/518848701005500757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=518848701005500757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/518848701005500757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/518848701005500757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-blog-entry.html' title='Last Blog Entry'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-2955448018015290856</id><published>2009-03-22T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:23:42.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEST Inc. holds gathering in celebration of Naw-Ruz</title><content type='html'>The Network Educators For Social Transformation (NEST) Inc. facilitated a gathering in celebration of Naw-Ruz last March 21, 2009 at Tita Fannies Liempo and Chicken Haus located at Corrales Avenue, Cagayan de Oro.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw Ruz is the New Year celebration of Baha’i Faith worldwide. The date of Naw Ruz is determined by the solar calendar and begins on the first day of spring in the northern hemisphere which is around March 21.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasion started with prayers followed by a short talk from Perla Judith V. Somonod-Duamar, NEST Inc. Vice President for Development Programs. Then the meal was served while a ten-minute video presentation entitled ‘Impossible Dream’ was played signifying the burdened role of women in the society as a housekeeper, wife, wage earner at the same time, mother. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noemi C. Alindog-Medina, NEST Inc. President gave a talk on discrimination against women and an overview of the change of the society today from years before. Then a forum on the said topic and some Baha’i values followed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-2955448018015290856?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2955448018015290856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=2955448018015290856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2955448018015290856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2955448018015290856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2009/03/nest-inc-holds-gathering-in-celebration.html' title='NEST Inc. holds gathering in celebration of Naw-Ruz'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-3502749457213655242</id><published>2009-03-16T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:01:46.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Cried for Bride Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/BrideWarsPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice story. Moving. &lt;br /&gt;MOVIE RATE: 5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, she didn't expected to cry all out for the movie. She downloaded the movie because she thought it was a full-packaged comedy. She cried more than she laughed. Good thing she was watching the movie alone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-3502749457213655242?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/3502749457213655242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=3502749457213655242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/3502749457213655242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/3502749457213655242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-cried-for-bride-wars.html' title='She Cried for Bride Wars'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-1669204410452725336</id><published>2009-03-06T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:21:32.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desiderata'/><title type='text'>Desiderata</title><content type='html'>I was browsing my files looking for a certain certificate I received from high school when I saw a lengthwise sheet of paper calling my attention. Sir Josh, the most influential person of my high school life, gave it to me during our retreat. That was..uhmm.. 2 years ago. As I read the poem, these lines struck me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;you may become vain or bitter,&lt;br /&gt;for always there will be &lt;br /&gt;greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I totally forgot. BTW, the reason I was looking for this certain certificate was to tell myself I'm greater than the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence it may be, thanks for reminding me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-1669204410452725336?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/1669204410452725336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=1669204410452725336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/1669204410452725336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/1669204410452725336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2009/03/desiderata.html' title='Desiderata'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-2336895674714206440</id><published>2009-03-04T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:36:38.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally Died Last Night, Did She Die?</title><content type='html'>VARIAN: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sally died last night, did she die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haifa:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xang: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenette: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dune: (grins)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerson: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VARIAN: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NO... gets nah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerson: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again daw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xang: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wala pa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VARIAN: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kaw haif?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haifa: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wala pud..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VARIAN: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sige.. Sally died last night, did she die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game concerning with patterns made me crazy last Saturday (28th March) before the Senior Final Project Presentation. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-2336895674714206440?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2336895674714206440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=2336895674714206440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2336895674714206440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2336895674714206440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2009/03/sally-died-last-night-did-she-die.html' title='Sally Died Last Night, Did She Die?'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-6677918088858662062</id><published>2009-02-19T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:06:08.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry For Year 2009</title><content type='html'>"We were both young when I first saw you" says Taylor Swift. I saw my neighbor's dog on my way home. He seems lonely. Poor dog. And he has mange. poor dog really. Here at home, we have a dog named Dog. Annoying dog. very noisy dog. Stary stary night was the scene when I walked my way to the store to buy triple A batteries. Beautiful night. I keep thinking about this certain someone lately. Lucky him, someone's thinking of him.lol. I'm cramming for the final requirements in my majors. I don't like Philo 15. &lt;em&gt;Demanding kaayo na subject&lt;/em&gt;! I'm being forced to spend my golden hours reading the not so interesting book. BTW, i'm using Laboy's laptop now.The desktop computer i use..is uhmm.. about to crash to its totality. What's great about laptop? It's the gentle sound of the keyboard(is this called keyboard?) when typing. I have a neighbor who's friend is so scary. I happen to pass by him this afternoon. Why's he scary? tatoos all over his arms. scary.scary.scary. i don't like people with tatoos. Too many girls i know are pregnant. Pregnancy here. pregnancy there. poor parents. another mouth to feed. Something interesting is about to happen in 20hours. XD I love Barbie and the Diamond Castle. Slumdog Millionaire deserves an OSCAR AWARD! Go Jamal!ahaha. "I am the flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow"--WHO AM I by Casting Crowns. My favorite song for now. I'm listening to this song for the last 96hours already. A never-ending loop until &lt;em&gt;sawa&lt;/em&gt;.I'm appointed Academic Head of XCEL for the next school year. XStorm Map of crazy kart is fun. i lost my crazy kart installer. you're still reading? OMG. for that, i'll share you a secret. Shrek Goes Fourth is on 2010.Madagscar 3 is on 2012. that's my deepest secret. The welcome message of my phone is NO MORE STARS. My little sister loves hello kitty. My eldest brother has mountain biking for his hobby. the other brother,uhmm..is quite versatile. he dash, shoot (photography and gun) and play (too many sports too mention). My mother is so attached with her plants. My father? he's busy being nonsense..haha.jewk pa. and me? i duno. Maybe it's just as what Dog's bestfriend said..'i'm bored'. yeheey! Family introduction! *clap!clap!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Varian showed me our picture when we were in Kinder2. Can't remember we had a field trip. &lt;em&gt;wui sakto na! tulog nako. PE pa naku ugma.mag-ulan unta para walay soccer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-6677918088858662062?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/6677918088858662062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=6677918088858662062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6677918088858662062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6677918088858662062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-entry-for-year-2009.html' title='First Entry For Year 2009'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-6849093767853107304</id><published>2008-10-26T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:03:14.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CDOtaku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assassin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ragnarok'/><title type='text'>CDOtaku Cosplay Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October 25 2008, CDOtaku had a cosplay photoshoot in Hanya’s place at Xavier Estates. There were 18 cosplayers present. Some cosplayers I could recall were of Ragnarok Online, Prince of Tennis, The Gazette, ANBUs of Naruto, Tomoyo of Card Captor Sakura and Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. The official photographer was Tensai. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun that day especially during preparation because we tried all sorts of experiments with our costume particularly that of Kim’s. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t have the complete photos by Tensai but he gave me one. It’s the one below. Tenkyu tens!--,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/?action=view&amp;current=Ragnarok.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" width="250" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/Ragnarok.jpg" border="0" alt="RO assassin and archer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos below were shot by Jomar (JARMS is his CDOtaku nickname) who brought his own digital camera.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/?action=view&amp;current=RagnarokOnline.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="220" width="320" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/RagnarokOnline.jpg" border="0" alt="Ragnarok Cosplay"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;The Ragnarok Online Cosplayers. From left to right is Kim (Assassin), Haifa (Archer) and Go (Assassin Cross).&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/?action=view&amp;current=assassinandarcher.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" width="250" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/assassinandarcher.jpg" border="0" alt="Ragnarok Archer and Assassin Cosplay"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Ragnarok Assassin and Ragnarok Archer&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/?action=view&amp;current=kimandhaifa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="220" width="320" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/kimandhaifa.jpg" border="0" alt="Ragnarok Cosplay Preparation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;During preparation&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/?action=view&amp;current=archer.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" width="250" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/archer.jpg" border="0" alt="Ragnarok Archer Cosplay"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Ragnarok Archer. My Solo.nyahaha--,)&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/?action=view&amp;current=assassin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="220" width="320" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z168/Haifa10/assassin.jpg" border="0" alt="Ragnarok Assassin Cosplay"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Ragnarok Assassin. Kim’s solo.&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-6849093767853107304?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/6849093767853107304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=6849093767853107304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6849093767853107304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6849093767853107304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/10/cdotaku-cosplay-photoshoot.html' title='CDOtaku Cosplay Photoshoot'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-4307345919020489817</id><published>2008-10-19T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:31:04.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Striking Lines from the movie Madagascar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPJ9koKMd10/SPtQouXSmbI/AAAAAAAABnM/9_oZmwO5CQI/s1600-h/madagascar2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPJ9koKMd10/SPtQouXSmbI/AAAAAAAABnM/9_oZmwO5CQI/s320/madagascar2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258885650455894450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MARTY: Could you just give it a chance? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't the fun side without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; --------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: Stay back. Please. I'm a monster.        &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;MARTY: Alex, you're no monster. You're my friend. We're a team, you and me, remember?&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;ALEX: I don't wanna hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;MARTY: Alex, you know I ain’t leaving without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful the friendship of Marty and Alex is, don’t you think? I always feel like crying thinking about it. Shheeesh.. Marty is right. It’s no fun having fun without your friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar is one highly recommended movie. Rated TEN STARS. Hehe..--,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-4307345919020489817?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/4307345919020489817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=4307345919020489817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/4307345919020489817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/4307345919020489817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/10/striking-lines-from-movie-madagascar.html' title='Striking Lines from the movie Madagascar'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPJ9koKMd10/SPtQouXSmbI/AAAAAAAABnM/9_oZmwO5CQI/s72-c/madagascar2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-672833714435127463</id><published>2008-10-15T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:11:15.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Questions with Smart Answers</title><content type='html'>BOY : May I hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : No thanks, it isn't heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!&lt;br /&gt;BOY : You love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring??&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Sure, what's your phone number??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I love you and I could die for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : How soon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha! i love this... --,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-672833714435127463?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/672833714435127463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=672833714435127463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/672833714435127463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/672833714435127463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-questions-with-smart-answers.html' title='Stupid Questions with Smart Answers'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-8633971555635306127</id><published>2008-10-15T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:43:32.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from the Great Physicist</title><content type='html'>Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S relativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Einstein --,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-8633971555635306127?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/8633971555635306127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=8633971555635306127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/8633971555635306127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/8633971555635306127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/10/words-from-great-physicist.html' title='Words from the Great Physicist'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-2947475072715934967</id><published>2008-08-06T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:24:38.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime expectation'/><title type='text'>The Crime</title><content type='html'>One person, your friend, tells you he has something to give you. You are close friends. His mother knows it. Days, weeks, months passed. One moment, he feels being cornered by one of his actions. He asks a second of your time then tells you he lied to his mother that he’ll buy you something but it was intended for another person, also a friend of yours, to whom he asks for pleasure in censored ways. This person, your friend, asks you a favor that if his mother asks, you’ll tell her you had received it. He doesn’t know the idea alone pains you already. You act fine as if it doesn’t matter. You reflect and realize everything matters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your existence as his friend is being exploited. This is no doubt a crime. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is one should not entitle others to receive something from him if he is not serious about it. It’ll only cause his titled receiver pain for expecting for nothing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LESSON LEARNED: When someone entitles you to receive something from them. DON’T BELIEVE IT but act as if you believe in it. Don’t overdo the acting though. Now I know and understand why we should not make others expect anything if possible. Surprises are preferable. At least, we don’t end up hurting others because of unsatisfied expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-2947475072715934967?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2947475072715934967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=2947475072715934967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2947475072715934967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2947475072715934967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/08/crime.html' title='The Crime'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-1054738244922389718</id><published>2008-07-31T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:35:33.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feel like expiring...</title><content type='html'>I’m done with my assignments. I don’t want to study Physics. I’m frustrated. I’m disappointed. I hate a number of people. I want vengeance.  I’m hurt. I feel like crying. I need someone to talk to. I’m alone. I’m falling apart. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such situations come where you’ve been hurt by a number of people and you want to complain for their unreasonable excuses, hurt in return for their insensitive principles, and cry for being stacked with frustrations at once. You need someone to talk to but you believe this is you’re business and that no one really cares about it. In your circle, others depend on you to listen and help them – you are the listener and the adviser. But it is different the other way around. You don’t trust any one who could listen to you and help you as you do to them. No one can help you but yourself. No one can listen to you but you. People have their own concerns and you have yours. Sometimes you wonder why these people trust so much on the wisdom you give them when in fact you yourself can’t see yourself doing what you are saying. What an absurd truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-1054738244922389718?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/1054738244922389718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=1054738244922389718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/1054738244922389718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/1054738244922389718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/07/feel-like-expiring.html' title='feel like expiring...'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-4398024759307436618</id><published>2008-07-20T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T06:57:24.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personality Disorder Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Personality Disorder Test Results &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;86%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;14%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;78%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;14%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt; Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;22%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt; Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 86% Paranoid! &lt;br /&gt;This is so interesting and funny. --,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-4398024759307436618?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/4398024759307436618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=4398024759307436618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/4398024759307436618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/4398024759307436618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-personality-disorder-results.html' title='My Personality Disorder Results'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-9100766821174092831</id><published>2008-07-08T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:03:22.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A FOUL TRUTH OF EGO</title><content type='html'>By convention, we encounter people in one way or another who galvanizes our flame of irritations and anger. People, who continuously want to win everyone’s attention by their unnecessary bold and loud actions, penetrate our nerves and closing our temper to its limit. Without any direct encounter with these people, we are not friends with them, nor acquaintances – in short, we don’t talk to them only that we encounter them in our similar classes and we see their unwanted faces until the semester ends. Their presence is so unbearable that we wish them to vanish for life in any way possible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included in this cluster of people are those who have affiliations to some remarkable group of people or they themselves have remarkable achievements to which they want to show off the world. If not many knows about it, they articulate varied ways to vaunt it. And if they just bump into a situation when their affiliation is involved, they would try to get your attention by any means even to the most uncomfortable actions they do not hesitate to do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find all their ways extremely aggravating only making ourselves a sour loser. By attending and observing their actions, we make ourselves unintentionally involved, affected and self-destructed. In the long run, we make these people get what they want. They may have infuriated many but they have achieved their goal – FAME. It is a savaging idea; however, it is simply the truth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another simple truth would be us being included in this cluster of people. It cannot be denied that all of us, or if not, most of us in a way or another desire fame. After all, we humans are naturally political creatures. Political creatures, with this, I mean we all are always likely to want to prove advantageous than the others.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How harsh truth can be, isn’t it? In spite of that, before we are able to put logs on that flame to avoid it growing into a fire, we could always cover it with soil to put out the flame and not long shall then it be ignored or forgotten.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before we can ignore a thing, person or feeling, we must learn to let go. Just let it go. Let these people do what they want. What benefit will we get being enraged by their actions anyway? None. Moreover, if these people notice that no one is reacting or responding to their actions, eventually they’ll stop. We can imagine how depressing it would be to put out so much effort without someone noticing right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s it. Let it go then ignore. We shouldn’t let such nonsense ruin our day or our lives. That is the truth. --,) &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-9100766821174092831?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/9100766821174092831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=9100766821174092831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/9100766821174092831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/9100766821174092831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/07/foul-truth-of-ego.html' title='A FOUL TRUTH OF EGO'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-6521388825330640561</id><published>2008-06-26T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:38:23.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books For A Better Life</title><content type='html'>LOL. I sound like some herbal TV commercials with the title.  Anyway, I would like to share that I’m starting to read, er, no, technically finishing reading books from cover to cover recently. Hooray! This is just one big achievement granted that I used to never find pleasure in reading books (educational, novels and the like) unless it contains a lot of pictures or it is a requirement to get a good grade (in short, forced to read). Just this May 2008, I finished reading 3 books and I feel extremely proud and happy for myself for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/519Y9Q1XA1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" height="240" width="240"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZORBA THE GREEK by Nikos Kazantzakis. This is the first book that I intentionally forced myself to read not because it is a requirement or anything but because I want to finish reading a book while I am still a living creature. It was one summer in my high school that the idea came. So I found the book on the shelf looking untouched for how many years then finished reading it. Aside from feeling fulfilled after reading the almost 2 inched thick book with a font of the so old generation, I felt so overwhelmed. Finally, I have finished reading a book that I personally want to read. Honestly, I don’t remember much of the details in the story maybe because I continue reading without understanding. That was how it was; after all, my goal was just to finish reading the book.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/315J47A1YJL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" height="240" width="240"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCISE 48 LAWS OF POWER by Robert Greene. This is my favorite book in high school. Why? That is because of three things: a lot of interesting stories (most are from historical figures), the content really is so powerful and lastly, IT IS SO SHORT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gezdesign.com/images/books/scan0003.jpg" height="302" width="200"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RULE OF FOUR by Ian Caldwell, Dustin Thomason. The most recent book I’ve read. I SO LOVE THE BOOK. The solutions of the mysteries contained in the book seem so real, though the truth is still debated by scholars on the book’s mystery (I mean the book in this book). I love the plot and the smart (maybe the adjective should be ‘symbolic’) conversations of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:NHKJ7riVTmxKZM:http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0670034576.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" height="110" width="110"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 33 STRATEGIES OF WAR by Robert Greene. I’m still reading the book. I have difficulty finding time reading the book (chaar..! feeling busy. Haha!) But almost everyday I bring the book with me so that when I’m bored, I’ll just read it. However, reading the book in very public and noisy places doesn’t work for me that much. I understand it but can’t really absorb it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s the link of the shelf of the books that I have read and still reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/haifabaluyos"&gt;http://www.shelfari.com/haifabaluyos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-6521388825330640561?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/6521388825330640561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=6521388825330640561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6521388825330640561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6521388825330640561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/06/books-for-better-life.html' title='Books For A Better Life'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-6554703263801288092</id><published>2008-06-23T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:44:45.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linking the child you once were</title><content type='html'>Do you believe how powerful music can be as it penetrates to the innermost cells of your brain? I do. Surely, many instances of you having your melancholic state being intensified by a particular genre of music or adding up the wild atmosphere in a party with the loud music on air have taken place. In the same way, total change of mood by the music can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one moment, when you have nothing in particular to work on, you lie in your bed then suddenly feel the urge to listen to music, then everything in your atmosphere as well as the way your innermost feeling changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unintentionally, you bump at one of your favorite Disney animated film soundtrack. As you listen to the wonderful beat of the music, you all of the sudden feel like going back in time. You are so moved that you already felt like dancing in the air, feet moving from left to right, shoulders go up and down, hands waving from one side to the other, head moving with the melody, singing the lyrics with a facial expression mimicking of that of the character who was actually singing in the scenes that are still so flawlessly crystal clear as you recall for back in time, you have been watching the same film day by day as if there were no end to it. You feel the moment as if you were really part of the scene and you are wearing a big smile on your face. Reminiscing the time when you have nothing to think about but savor each moment as how important the scene to the story is as it was to you, you begin to feel like the child back there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then abruptly, the jolly music ended. You can only pause, feel amazed and think that for a moment you feel ecstatic of being the child you once were. You smile, take a hold of your music player and replay the same song that caused you to be unreasonably happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-6554703263801288092?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/6554703263801288092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=6554703263801288092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6554703263801288092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6554703263801288092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/06/linking-child-you-once-were.html' title='Linking the child you once were'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-7594679860809135196</id><published>2008-05-16T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:06:34.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Words My Friends Usually Describe Me</title><content type='html'>Friends can only be the people who know you second from God for two reasons: 1. Friends are the people whom you talk to with most of the time 2.  You are most comfortable around your friends and you just do whatever you want and say whatever you like without restrictions unlike when you talk to your parents where there are restricted topics. I mean there are topics you can’t just really start blabbing in front of your parents. Well, that is just my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So here are the 9 words my friends frequently use to describe me. Most of them I took from my Friendster testimonials and some from the text messages they sent me that I recorded on my notebook. I have this habit of writing down the text messages I feel like could be of use in the future especially when it has something to do with my personality. By the way, to be specific, the friends I’m talking about are my high school friends.--,) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Childish/bataot&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine. I’m childish. I like the part of me being childish because this way I could just be carefree and selfish. So what? At least I know how to think and behave maturely in critical occasions and not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Intelligent/bright/smart&lt;br /&gt;They always say I’m intelligent. One teacher even complimented me saying that I always speak with sense. Astrology says people born under my sign are intelligent. I also think I’m intelligent but only supported by the fact that I had been a consistent honor student back in high school. But the thing is I’m always slow on receiving initial information. In many situations, I consider myself being left behind, confused of what is really what, while others think it is already obvious and it isn’t worth explaining. I could only sulk for being so ignorant in such situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bugay&lt;br /&gt;I am a sort of like this. It’s fun but more likely, I go beyond the limit offending people unintentionally. So I’m not so proud of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pretty&lt;br /&gt;I think a girl’s friends would typically describe her as pretty. Most probably, it is also the reason why they describe me as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Listener&lt;br /&gt;Through listening, you learn a lot of things. You learn from the speaker’s ideas, experiences, and learned lessons. Besides when you’re a speaker, and when you express yourself, being listened is the best compliment you’ll ever need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sip-onon&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. I don’t like being teased as such, honestly. Why do I always get colds for always more than a week or two? I protest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Selosa&lt;br /&gt;Am I? Well, I think I am. I get jealous for so many reasons. I can get jealous just by seeing a person given much attention than I am. I can get jealous just by seeing a person get more credit than I have. I can be jealous for so many illogical reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fighter&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is a fighter to survive. Everyone is fighter when they are aiming at something.  For some reason, my opinions can’t just be easily swayed by some other people’s opinion. And I will always believe in and fight for my ideas unless I’m proved and convinced wrong. Maybe that’s why they described me as fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “nonsense”&lt;br /&gt;This expression was not originally mine. It started at home when almost all comments in a conversation will always be preceded with the word “nonsense”. Then I carried the habit at school, until most people in school call me “nonsense”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-7594679860809135196?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/7594679860809135196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=7594679860809135196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7594679860809135196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7594679860809135196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/05/words-my-friends-usually-describe-me.html' title='The Words My Friends Usually Describe Me'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-3760909974784231903</id><published>2008-04-07T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:07:54.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Presidential Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yay! Just a moment ago, I was scanning the envelopes under my bed and found this composition written last 25th July 2006. This is back when I was in fourth year. Sir Josh, our Social Studies instructor, asked us to write a speech. This speech is the piece we are to deliver assuming we will run as the President of the Philippines. I call it the presidential speech. I do not  know if this is the right term really. Just correct me if I'm wrong. Well, much of the specified concerns mentioned in this piece were actually influenced by the issues of the country faced during that time. Well then, here it goes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citizen of the Philippines, greetings to all. Our motherland is now suffering from political, economic, educational and environmental turmoil. Our government is becoming more corrupt and not united leading to the organization of opposition groups and worst, it has become the trademark of Philippine government. Fugitive are increasing in numbers caused by extreme poverty making crimes here and there. Terrorists are being tremendously dangerous. The proliferation of unemployment brings the people into great poverty. Our economic crises have contributed its part on the recent mass poverty. The low quality and standard of education particularly in public schools results to a poor literacy rate and one major factor that affects this certain phenomenon is the improper budgeting of officials. Our environment is running uncontrollably polluted. And now, I, Haifa Carina Superioridad Baluyos, am standing here in front of you to run as the highest executive leader of the state to help everything in proper order. Let us make our motherland be proud of her self. &lt;br /&gt;To graduate was my goal and be successful was my dream. All of these were achieved despite our financial difficulties. Financial matters upset me but it didn’t hinder me from achieving my dreams. I came from a broken family but the thought of such idea even built a stronger and competitive me. Even if huge problems come in my path, I could always get my way through the encouragement and motivation of the people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have experienced the common problem and we all could surpass these things like how we dealt with the personal ones. Sometimes the encouragement and motivation of the people around us helps a lot in facing difficulties. In this matter, le’s do the same thing for them. Let our minds pause for a while and take the bigger picture of our motherland. Every honor that a Filipino brings tot his nation would make the media focus on the matter which some officials took it as a privilege to take amounts of money from the nation.  And every single cent of the stolen money results to the increasing population of poor people living in squatter areas and worst, to the city highways or under the bridge. Imagine the children day and night in the streets trying to beg for money wherein suppose to be they are in school studying. And who’s to blame for such phenomenon? Logically, it’s the government. And who works the government? Definitley the leaders. And so, we could conclude that officials are responsible for the suffering of our nation. Isn’t it ironic? Doing the opposite of what you are supposed to do. Let us not be blind of such truth and let us not be deaf of such fact. Let us break that point of view which has traditionally been a cycle. We are part of this family and we all have responsibilities of taking concern with each other. Let us hear what everybody says. Let us see what everybody wants us to see. All of us people are given the privilege to possess a pair of eyes and ears by God and let us use it in its proper and effective way and for the good of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;“Politics has always been dirty.” It sound like more of a cliché but lat us make and establish an administration touched with discipline and unselfishness. And as according to the former president Ramon Magsaysay, “Leadership by example.”, leaders must show the proper characters and be an example to the reforms and programs they are capable of establishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the following programs and reforms I am willing to establish in my presidency; the improvement of our foreign relations to increase the investors in our country and to give jobs to the unemployed people, and also to create strong mutual linkages with other countries. I will remove the pork barrel to prevent a huge possibility for the misuse of the money of the people and of the nation. We shall focus our attention on education; build more public schools especially to rural areas and distribute quality, up-to-date and standardized books for free. We shall produce more charity works. The strict and active functioning of our national police must be give due attention. We will create organizations concerned with the environment. We will build more infrastructures. Give land tot the landless. Our government will have a strict and systematized process concerning the audit of the money of the citizens. If one is proved to commit a crime relating with the abuse of his power, he shall be removed from his position immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these are the reforms of my administration but our administration will see, hear and move in response to these manifestations. It is, indeed, easy to say but we will make it easy to finish if we will work hand in hand with a true and proud Filipino heart. Let us build a strong nation through unity. Thank you very much and Mabuhay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-3760909974784231903?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/3760909974784231903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=3760909974784231903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/3760909974784231903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/3760909974784231903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-presidency-speech.html' title='My Presidential Speech'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-2621186408374698751</id><published>2008-03-07T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:55:01.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father of the Nonsense Family</title><content type='html'>Popsi - The Father of the Nonsense Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha! laboy, nice kaayo ang title ni papa! you should praise me! I'm a genius! bwahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't comment much for now because I still have to study..but i had to post the nonsense text messages of my father to remind me always how nonsense he is and... just to make me burst out laughing over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6th January 2008&lt;br /&gt;5:28PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next sunday pa uli c laboy. paksii ug 50 ang imo para palit sardenas ibahog sa ido kay ulit na ayo ang mga ido sa imo kay d nimo bahogan, nagsumbong c butyok sa ako gabii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7th January 2008&lt;br /&gt;10:14PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pataka jud ka! c butyok nagtxt sa ako gu2m na daw xa wa pa ka mamahog. d jud nimo mafulfill imo dream nga patambokon cla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25th January 2008&lt;br /&gt;6:36AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halu tate! mata na kay hapi bday na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14th February 2008&lt;br /&gt;10:01PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halu tate! wa jud ka nagtxt ni papc, pangit ayo ko,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15th February 2008&lt;br /&gt;10:59PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoi tate! wla na jud ka ngtxt, pangit na jud ayo ko.. huhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17th February 2008&lt;br /&gt;8:43AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur beri tired? ok.. balik pa ko sleep unya na ko 12 momata hahaha. oi tate! ang mga dogiz, suko na c butyok kay gigutom na, wla pa ni increase ia weight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21st February 2008&lt;br /&gt;8:06AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoi tate! wla na sab ka ngtxt, napangit na sab ko.. bangon na dha, ang mga dogz bahugi na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12:16PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u kild butyok! He died of hunger.. pangit jud ka,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25th February 2008&lt;br /&gt;10:46AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoi tate! wla na jud ka ngtxt.. kabalo ka wer niadto ang soul ni botyok? sa hell jud to nakaadto kay way kaon, he died of hunger  luoy ayo shya, so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7th March 2008&lt;br /&gt;2:18PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok na tate, naghilaka jud c labe kay nawala na jud ang iyang beloved fon huhuhuhu.. pangit jud ayo, d magbantay sa mga thieves &amp; robbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2:36PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tate, ichange na jud ninyo ang numbr ni labe to ‘lost’ kay mao jud na ako gihimo dinhi.. grad gift ra ba jud nako to kang labe, so sad huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2:46PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katawa ra jud mo.. 9k ra ba jud ako palit ad2, nag cry pa jud c labe, so sad really. Ingon labe iya na lang pangayoon ang celfon ni laboy kay pwde cya ibunal sa mga celfon thieves, maka self defense jud cya kay morag bareta sa tide ka heavy.. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-2621186408374698751?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2621186408374698751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=2621186408374698751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2621186408374698751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2621186408374698751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/03/father-of-nonsense-family.html' title='Father of the Nonsense Family'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-9059900730951893017</id><published>2008-02-20T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:55:41.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butyok Baluyos just died! ToT</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to say. I was hoping I could express my agony here but I guess I'm wrong. Jeez! I miss that doggy... Now I had to gather up my courage to tell Zza what happened to Butyok when she arrives from GenSan. I know she'll be really sad because of this. ME TOO! I am really sad... ToT I want to cry ... for butyok! Gosh butyok! Rest in peace nlng butyok uy... I want you to know that I meant what I said the other day... &lt;br /&gt;"I don't want butyok to die.." And now, you're... hahaiz... babay butyok! we love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-9059900730951893017?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/9059900730951893017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=9059900730951893017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/9059900730951893017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/9059900730951893017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2008/02/butyok-just-died-tot.html' title='Butyok Baluyos just died! ToT'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-8978109384625902120</id><published>2007-10-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:17:31.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day is Worth the Crinkles</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;I usually buy crinkles whenever I felt like I have done something satisfying in my part. Although I didn't completely satisfy myself for the day, but its still worth the crinkles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you the highlights, I woke up at exactly 8:40 am and my ICS 10 online exams starts 8:40am. My alarm didn't work and in the morning, the sun was already shining bright and when I saw my alarm clock, it's already 2pm. Stupid alarm clock, I wont trust that alarm clock from now on. So there, adrenaline rush came up, I rode a taxi on my way to school and in 15 minutes I arrived in my classroom. Sir Francis still allowed me to take the exam fortunately. But unfortunately, after taking the exams, I found out that my score is only 33 out of 50. That would only be 66%. On the good side, I still passed with a disappointing grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, at exactly 1pm I arrived outside the FFP office to take our oral exams. My groupmates were Chiza and Kerwin. Kerwin was late. And the person we were under was quite a scary person. Not totally scary but unexpectedly scary. I think luck was on our side that time because when I picked a number, I got number four and the topic was about John Foppe. Earlier than that, I was thinking it would be best if about John Foppe will be our topic since its the topic I completely understand and could really comprehend with. So there, I did a good job speaking in English expressing my thoughts. Sometimes I had to rescue my teammates when I could already feel that they're already out of answers. But that was a great achievement. I'm confident that we got good grades with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my luck was because I ate crinkles before our oral exams as my lunch matched with Covacho. Crinkles always make me lucky (i think..hehe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the oral, I went straight to XU-Net since my companions were there too. It was almost 2pm and I realized that I have too meet Sir Francis to discuss and ask for help. Unluckily, he wasn't available so I have to deal with my program errors by myself. It was 3pm when I found Arvin outside XU-Net waiting for his turn. Arvin is a senior ComSci student so without a second thought, I asked him to help me out with my project. And so the errors of program totally reduced to TWO (2)! At 4pm, he had to go and I thanked him. I spent another hour for my program and I solved one problem. So that leaves the last problem left unsolved. But my eyes were getting sick of the monitor so I decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, that's what happened in my day which is really worth the CRINKLES..!! nyahahaha!! I'll buy crinkles for tomorrow too for luck. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-8978109384625902120?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/8978109384625902120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=8978109384625902120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/8978109384625902120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/8978109384625902120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-is-worth-crinkles.html' title='The Day is Worth the Crinkles'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-3864943545945428301</id><published>2007-10-03T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T06:40:06.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is conventially me</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="arial"&gt;I am in the middle of my review right now for my ICS 10 finals for tomorrow but I can’t get myself to focus. There are too many things in my mind right now. I want to study and have good grades. I want to take a break and just test my luck for tomorrow. I want to watch Death Note. I want to know myself more through reading Aquarian traits found in the internet. I’m thinking of the people I want to get rid of during the second semester. I want to quit in a club I didn’t want to get involved in the first place. I want to think of what I really want in my life. I’m confused with my religion. I am disappointed of my achievements for the first semester. I am not satisfied of my performance in everything I do. I am insecure of the other CS blocks. I want to encourage myself in doing my best in the course I chose. There was even once that I want to quit and shift to other course but I realized this is what I want and I will do well in this. I am thinking of my few block mates I want to still be with during the second semester. And for this very moment, I want to study. Until next time..!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-3864943545945428301?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/3864943545945428301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=3864943545945428301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/3864943545945428301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/3864943545945428301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-conventially-me.html' title='this is conventially me'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-6342688062869606412</id><published>2007-09-25T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T05:58:10.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ICS semi pratical exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hbaluyos_semi_1.c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#include &lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#define SIZE 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int getInput();&lt;br /&gt;int computeSum(int []);&lt;br /&gt;void printSum(int);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int main(void)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   int value[SIZE],sum;&lt;br /&gt;   sum = getInput(value);&lt;br /&gt;   computeSum(value);&lt;br /&gt;   printSum(computeSum(value));&lt;br /&gt;   return 0;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int getInput(int value[])&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   int i;&lt;br /&gt;   printf("Enter three integers: ");&lt;br /&gt;   for (i = 0; i &lt; SIZE; i++)&lt;br /&gt;   {&lt;br /&gt;      scanf("%d", &amp;value[i]);&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;   return value[SIZE];&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int computeSum(int value1[])&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   int sum = 0, j;&lt;br /&gt;   for (j = 0; j &lt;= SIZE - 1; j++)&lt;br /&gt;   {&lt;br /&gt;      sum += value[j];&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;   return sum;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void printSum(int sum)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   printf("The sum of the integers is %d", sum);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hbaluyos_semi_2.c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#include &lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#define SIZE 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int getInput(int []);&lt;br /&gt;void printResult(int []);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int main(void)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   int n[SIZE], values;&lt;br /&gt;   values = getInput(n);&lt;br /&gt;   printResult(n);&lt;br /&gt;   return 0;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int getInput( int n[])&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   int h;&lt;br /&gt;   printf("Enter 10 numbers ranging from 1-40: ");&lt;br /&gt;   for (h = 0; h &lt; SIZE; h++)&lt;br /&gt;   {&lt;br /&gt;       scanf("%d", &amp;n[h]);&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;   return n[SIZE];&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void printResult( int n1[])&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   int i, j;&lt;br /&gt;   printf("%s%13s%17s", "Element", "Value", "Histogram");&lt;br /&gt;   for (i = 0; i &lt; SIZE; i++)&lt;br /&gt;   {&lt;br /&gt;       printf("%7d%13d        ",i,n1[i]);&lt;br /&gt;       for (j = 0; j &lt; n1[i];j++)&lt;br /&gt;       {&lt;br /&gt;          printf("%c",'*');&lt;br /&gt;       }&lt;br /&gt;       printf("\n");&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hbaluyos_semi_3.c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#include &lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#define SIZE 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int getInput();&lt;br /&gt;void printResult(int []);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int main(void)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   int a[SIZE], value;&lt;br /&gt;   value = getInput(a);&lt;br /&gt;   printResult(a);&lt;br /&gt;   return 0;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;int getInput(int a[])&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   int j;&lt;br /&gt;   printf("Enter the numbers 0 to 10: ");&lt;br /&gt;   for (j = 0; j &lt; SIZE; j++)&lt;br /&gt;   {&lt;br /&gt;      scanf("%d", &amp;a[j]);&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;   return a[SIZE];&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void printResult(int a[])&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   int sum = 0, i;&lt;br /&gt;   for (i = 1; i &lt; SIZE - 1; i++)&lt;br /&gt;   {&lt;br /&gt;       sum += a[i];&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt;   printf("The sum of all odd integers from 0 to 10 is %d\n", sum);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-6342688062869606412?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/6342688062869606412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=6342688062869606412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6342688062869606412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6342688062869606412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/09/ics-semi-pratical-exam.html' title='ICS semi pratical exam'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-7686691999631744772</id><published>2007-09-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:16:35.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First CDOtaku Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the 28th of August when I first met with the otakus at 246 Café. We were all invited at Mitsuki’s huge house to celebrate her 21st birthday. I had so much fun..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here’s my say about the Otakus I met that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;michiru&lt;/b&gt; – the first girl I approached at 246 to confirm if she’s an otaku. I felt so comfortable talking with her. And she was speaking often in Japanese (many of those words I can barely understand). She’s a junior ComSci student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kunoichi_hime &lt;/b&gt;– she’s a tall girl! And she knows how to read and write in Japanese… I was completely amazed when I found out that she was the one who wrote those characters on in the dedication card of her present for mitsuki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;furtive &lt;/b&gt;– I found him an amusing person. I like the way he tells stories or describes because he makes your imagination run. He’s like my classmate in high school. And he’s also a junior ComSci student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;arvin&lt;/b&gt; – just after I approached michiru, arvin were into chatting. Arvin knew what I felt just before I was acquainted with the other otakus. Haha! *ulaw keo* Arvin is a batchmate of Labe (my brother) who graduated ealier than him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yume&lt;/b&gt; – the first thing I noticed in yume was her contact lens. She probably doesn’t know I’m wearing contact lenses too. I also feel comfortable talking with yume and she’s smiles a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pinkchocobo&lt;/b&gt; – “chinita.” Yeah, she is, indeed, chinita. She was Labe’s high school classmate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;togechikku&lt;/b&gt; – the boyfriend of pinkchocobo. Hehe! He’s a ComSci student at CU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vicci&lt;/b&gt; – his name’s kristof. He draws really good (according to them though I haven’t seen his work yet). Always xa gkabullshit atong nagdula mi ug bullshit na game. Ahahahaha! (Actually halos kami man tanan cge gkabullshit except ni furtive ug vampy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sham3oNyOu&lt;/b&gt; – I was his work. His drawings were super amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Champoyradoo&lt;/b&gt; – fellow freshmen ComSci!! Unfortunately, he’s belongs in Block F. I’m in block B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zangy&lt;/b&gt; – best friend of Armand – is also a friend of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mitsuki&lt;/b&gt; – the birthday girl. She has this really huge house..! She’s a fresh graduate from La Salle and Joseph Yeo (my preken crush) was once his classmate!! I’m jealous…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vampy&lt;/b&gt; – has this long hair. He’s kinda quiet but he’s outgoing. During out game of bullshit, he’s playing wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SwanKnight&lt;/b&gt; – more of the loner, I think. That time, he loves sitting at the sofa listening to his mp3. Well, I know a thing about him; he knows how to COOK (unlike me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-7686691999631744772?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/7686691999631744772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=7686691999631744772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7686691999631744772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7686691999631744772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-cdotaku-meet.html' title='My First CDOtaku Meet'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-6854559295327374232</id><published>2007-08-22T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T05:52:05.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Documented Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, nothing special happened for the day. I just feel like writing… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s the day’s documentation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am -3am – I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3:00 – 5:45 – I did a research on our history assignment. I studied math 01 and ICS 10&lt;br /&gt;5:45 – 6:30 – I went back to sleep again&lt;br /&gt;6:30 – 7:00 – I prepared for school.&lt;br /&gt;7:00 – 7:18 – I counted the savings of my brother because he said he’s already broke then bought food.&lt;br /&gt;7:18 – 7:35 – I ate my lunch and went to school.&lt;br /&gt;7:35 – 8:15 – I traveled to school.&lt;br /&gt;8:15 – 10:40 – ICS Lab (I think the time was extended because we’re supposed to finish at 10:20)&lt;br /&gt;10:40 – 11:05 – Lunch with Ellen, Dan and Charlene&lt;br /&gt;11:05 – 1:03 – Research in History at lib. I remember laughing like mad during this time. I actually don’t know what’s with me that time. I just felt like laughing maybe.&lt;br /&gt;1:03 – 1:50 – English Class. I was tired so I slept for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2:00 – 2:52 – Math Class. We had a quiz that turned out to be a home quiz.&lt;br /&gt;3:00 – 3:50 – History Class. I sat in front hoping that I would listen attentively to our teacher but unfortunately, I ended up laughing and having a good time with Ed most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;4:00 – 4:50 – FFP Class. I got an A- in FFP. Weee! (lol. What an achievement..)&lt;br /&gt;5:00 – 6:15 – Ateneo Camera Club meeting. Photography isn’t really my interest; I was just convinced to join because of Kit and Ed. Tensai gave me a couple of DVDs which I requested from him. Then bonding with the ACC members.&lt;br /&gt;6:15 – 6:33 – I walked with Dan as we were about to go home. Then I saw Ellen waiting for a jeepney. Carvy was also there but I didn’t notice him until he talked.&lt;br /&gt;6:33 – 7:18 – I rode on the same jeepney with Carvy since we have the same          destination, Bulua. Then I arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;7:30 – NOW – I’m here, using the internet. Watching Densha Otoko specials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-6854559295327374232?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/6854559295327374232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=6854559295327374232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6854559295327374232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6854559295327374232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-documented-day.html' title='My First Documented Day'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-4996620682037539092</id><published>2007-08-16T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:19:04.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correct me if I'm wrong?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;It's been a while since I used the statement "correct me if I'm wrong". I feel so arrogant for saying this but I don't like being corrected now! True, everyone makes mistakes but for now, I don't want to be corrected. But in spite the idea of hating being corrected, I still accept my mistakes. I'm an open-minded person for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I making a big deal out of this? It's because the feeling sucks. It makes me burst out in anger. Yet also drown in embarrassment though it only applies when I know that I truly made mistake. If I know that I don't have a mistake but someone still corrects me, TO HELL WITH HIM! Sometimes I even get to the point of wanting him dead or imagining the worst out of him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been in many instances that people tend to believe what they think is ALWAYS right and after a few moments, they ended up realizing what they said or did was wrong and eventually regret. I get totally pissed off with them. That's the result of not listening to other's opinion, BE INNOVATIVE ENOUGH TO LIVE REALITY FOLKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have someone who always pisses me off. I don't hate him/her but he's/she's totally pathetic! I hate giving him/her ideas or warning since there's no use. So now, when we're together, I don't talk to much about my own point of view since she/he would want his/her idea to be considered ALWAYS. Geez..! And what usually happens, he/she always proves him/herself wrong. Then me? ahemm.. HEAD UP! Then I would think, "You deserve that." I mean, for how many months we've been together, that might have already reached years, couldn't he/she learned his/her lessons?!?! He/she's too stubborn and I want to punch him/her hard to realize that he/she's making a fool of him/herself already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there are hundred kinds of people one has encountered or will be encountering, being pissed off when corrected is normal. Or being pissed off for ignoring your ideas, warning or correction is..uhmm.. also normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one thing to say about correcting others, can you do it like it is what you think is correct but don't ever emphasize that what the person thinks is totally wrong. They're not the same. Get my point? If the person you're talking to is too humble or naive to be taking what you've said, it must be fine; but if not, I tell you, the person wants you dead on that moment already.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-4996620682037539092?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/4996620682037539092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=4996620682037539092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/4996620682037539092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/4996620682037539092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/08/correct-me-if-im-wrong.html' title='Correct me if I&apos;m wrong?!'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-877936995614555639</id><published>2007-08-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:59:38.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to mention this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DONE WATCHING DENSHA OTOKO YESTERDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive myself from forgetting such important event in my life! Sheekz… I love the story of Densha… It’s so cute! I wonder if it’s really true. But still, I enjoyed the hours of watching Densha Otoko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched episodes 7-11 at Julie’s residence. My fellow high school classmates were also there like Jaybel, Richie and Dan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YOU, yes YOU!! You have to watch Densha Otoko. It’s so nice. It’s so moving. It’s so funny. And it’s so… so on and so!! I enjoyed it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-877936995614555639?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/877936995614555639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=877936995614555639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/877936995614555639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/877936995614555639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-forgot-to-mention-this.html' title='I forgot to mention this..'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-4396509330419953950</id><published>2007-08-09T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:53:31.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Science - Block B</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning, a thought came in about making a composition about my current blockmates -- CSB. It has been less than two months since I've been hanging out with my blockmates and I can see that compared to the other CS blocks, our block has been spending a lot of time with each other in school and even outside the school. It's just my observation though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me just write something about each of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALISTAIR PONCE. Just before he cut his hair, I really love his hair so much! It's so straight and shiny. Alistair is called by many "Aliboy". We had once a group sharing last Saturday, what I've noticed about him is that he likes questioning but when he's the one being questioned, it's obvious that he hesitates to answer such question. What a guy! But still, Alistair is a nice guy and an outgoing friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYSSA CABILI. Alyssa is fast in absorbing lessons. I admire that ability of hers. Of all the girls in class, she's the most outgoing. She's very chatty that's why whenever she's present; there will always be a topic to be discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARING, ANN VALENE. The girl in class who always smiles. She smiles every time she talks. Well, I guess she's naturally a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARJAY EDUAVE. Have I ever exchanged words with this guy? Uhmm.. I don't know. I don't know much about him since we barely talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARNOLD FELIX. The quietest guy in class I think. He usually has with him a pair of white earphones. I'v seen one of his drawings and it's very amazing! What a talented guy he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARVY JAN MICHELL CATALAN. As what I’ve observed in Carvy, he usually bangs his head. Head banger eh? Anyways, he came from Jasaan and graduated Valedictorian. Well, I find Carvy too noisy. He talks like he shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLENE VACALARES. I think she's the oneesan in class because almost all of the girls in class is younger than her. I like her because when she's being asked very personal questions or private issues, she never hesitates to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES DAVEN VIOVICENTE. He's got the cutest smile in class. I think his asset is his smile. He usually smiles all the time. His childish acts make him amusing. I never thought such immature guy already have a gf, well, he exceeded my expectation somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE BAGUIA. One of the most talkative people in class. You won't be bored with her presence since she always has something to say about anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANILO PUNZALAN JR. Dan is an outspoken person. I find him intelligent. And he has a very nice voice! It's true, I just realized it yesterday. When we were studying with our fellow blockmates, he was singing. The singer of the class eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDISON THOMAS ADLAON. Edison's the person whom I always find funny even when he has this serious look in his face. Every time Edison talks, I can't tell whenever he's serious or not because when he talks seriously, he has the same facial expression as when he jokes. He's a fun guy to spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUARDO ABELLA. There is so much to tell about Ed. Ed's the photographer of the class. He's a half-Turkish Filipino. There are a lot of things about him that amazes me a lot. He's honest, generous and humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN MEJIA. I first talked to her in our LTS class. I found her pretty that time. I didn't even have the idea that we're in the same block! Anyways, Ellen is a nice person. She has a boyfriend whose name's very familiar. What I only don't like about Ellen is that she usually say the word, "Y*W*". I hate people when they say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD NAALLATAN. If there is any guy in class whom I'm comfortable to be with, it's him. Harold's sincerity and being outgoing might have been the reason why I am never uneasy talking or spending time with him. He loves to talk and crack jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAZEL MARI AGNES. I think Hazel is the most polite in class. There's nothing bad you can say about her. Well, I really look up to this girl because she a DOST scholar. And hell! I took the exam but failed. But her? She passed!*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANE CARLA OKIT. Carla is a responsible girl. She's simple and kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JO-JEAN LUMAYAG. Jo-jean is a nice girl. Although back then, I'm annoyed every time she holds my arm. As what Rhaquell said, she's like a lizard (it was addressed to Jo-jean anyways). She's also a smiling person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN CEASAR PIIT. First impression: HILAS! Of all the people in class, during our first week, he always gets attention from being too noisy and sometimes talking back to the teacher. I used to think,” Who does he think he is?". But now, he reduced that being annoying person he used to be. Now, Piit and I are in good terms. He's a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MARTIN GO. John is also a noisy person. He often shouts, "bayoot". His immaturity shows all the time. But he's a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDANA MADARIETA. Jordan looks like Gokusen because of the shape of the face and she wears glasses too. Jordana came from Camiguin. And everyone can tell that she's a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNICK BACASMOT. I just noticed lately that Junick has the most beautiful eyes and nose in class. He used to have a long hair during the first few weeks of class. And he looks good in his recent hair. I learned from him lots of things about the different kinds of bands in the recent generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KERREN FAITH PADEN. First impression: TOO NOISY. During our first week, I'm always annoyed by her voice. And she also talks like she shouts. I hate noisy people. But that was before, lately, we spent time with each other and she's not as bad as I used to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KERWIN GUIRNELA. He's my seatmate in our FFP class. Kerwin loves laughing and making other people laugh. He likes making fun of Edison all the time. She has a girlfriend who's in Liceo and he usually meet with his gf all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIERA LISA CAGA. Liera's no ordinary girl. She's a member of the university's women basketball varsity team. She's very intelligent in Mathematics. She's also talkative but not in a loud manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAILYN AMIGLEO. She’s the most preferred as "mommy" in the block. She's already 18 and she got pregnant at the age of 16. She was too young to have a baby. And she's a pettite gal.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she usually wearS a sweater or long sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL BERNARD VILLENA. Bernard is has technical expertise in almost everything! He sometimes talks about terms which I hardly understand. He also graduated valedictorian. SO much for valedictorians in our block huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEENNIE DEL ROSARIO. I really find Queennie pretty. She's the first person I know that's already engaged in the age of 16. Unbelievable right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENAN POLOSAN. Just now, I observed that he always got sick and makes a lot of absences. Well, Renan's not an ordinary guy too because he graduated valedictorian in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHAQUELL SURALTA. She's my favorite person in class. I don't know what's with her. Ahhh.. I know! It's because when you talk to her, she always listen. She's one cheerful girl who always finds a way to make fun out of anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHELIEU ABARRIENTOS. I want him to join cdotaku so bad! ahahaha! He knows how to play the keyboard and he's also good in drawing. Talented eh? I assume he's also good in the different fields of computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYNEER LASCUÑA. I can't actually say much about this person because what I can only remember about him is related to his gf. Jopaz (his friend) told me about it. He's a friendly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANESSA PAJO. The first time I got to talk to her was during our math class. I like Vanessa for being an outgoing person. Last Saturday, when we had our ICS 10 tutorial, we spent much of our time talking nonsense stuffs. During the tutorial, I like teasing her with her crush who was the XCEL President. ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-4396509330419953950?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/4396509330419953950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=4396509330419953950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/4396509330419953950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/4396509330419953950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/08/computer-science-block-b.html' title='Computer Science - Block B'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-7297766460644276505</id><published>2007-08-08T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:07:50.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being HIGH after HxH and PoT eh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEeeeez! I'm back to being high again! Well, everything's because of Densha Otoko. How cute..! I'm still at Episode 5 though and I would still have to finish the remaining 6 episodes for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this I'm doing, is this still healthy?? I don't think so. So I'll sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow, I still have an exam in ICS and I am soo.. so what? Well, I just lack sleep and it's unhealthy. SO uhm.. Good Night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way!! I have a new crush!! It's the little brother of Saori, Keisuke Aoyama – Mokomichi Hayami . He is SO CUTE!! He looks like my crush in XU whom I've only seen seven times since the orientation. THe last time I saw him was..uhm.. YEAH! I SAW HIM EARLY THIS afternoon.. LOlz.. but he's a little chubbier than him. Yet anyways, I like Keisuke. HE'S MY CRUSH NOW!! ahahaha! pulihan lang kalit c joseph yeo.. saonz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here!! good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-7297766460644276505?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/7297766460644276505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=7297766460644276505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7297766460644276505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7297766460644276505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-high-after-hxh-and-pot-eh.html' title='Being HIGH after HxH and PoT eh..'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-7965994374913954616</id><published>2007-08-08T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T06:13:07.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be entertained once in a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the third episode of Densha Otoko already! Jeez... I like what's happening to Densha's life..ahahahaha! I decided to watch Desha Otoko every day but I think tomorrow afternoon, I'll finish watching everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO uhmm.. tomorrow, it'll be my last exam for the week. It's my major subject, ICS 10. I started studying the other and will be continuing studying today. Good luck to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, we had our FFP exam earlier. It's more difficult than I thought. But I had answers. I know I won’t fail in that subject. Wheew! But before our FFP exam, I had a little bonding with my blockmates. I was always laughing... Well, it’s good to laugh once in a while right? hehe... I like my blockmates… They're fun. But I just can't compare them from my fourth year classmates. They're not just fun, they're the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing reality isn't just about being worried of difficulties. It's also about having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-7965994374913954616?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/7965994374913954616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=7965994374913954616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7965994374913954616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7965994374913954616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-good-to-be-entertained-once-in.html' title='It&apos;s good to be entertained once in a while'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-2506725331727814102</id><published>2007-08-07T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:32:20.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Densha Otoko: 1st-2nd Episode</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned off the pc and was about to study FFP but I was really bothered to write something about what I think and feel this moment. Naaah.. it's not about what I feel nor think, it's just about what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours earlier, I watched the first two episodes of Densha Otoko. At first, I didn't find it interesting nor entertaining but as the time runs, it's making me getting into it. It's a nice story. Although it's quite unbelievable but it's still nice.  I don't know if I would believe that it's a true to life based story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was touched of how his fellow otakus supported him...! T_T Soo cute! hehe..! really.. Heesh.. Now i'm speechless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what lesson I just got from that movie. I guess it's about...uhmm.. CHANGE?? One can change himself if he really wanted to. heh? Am I making sense here? I hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here then! I still have to study for my ffp exam tomorrow.. Good luck to me and also for the others..--,)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-2506725331727814102?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2506725331727814102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=2506725331727814102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2506725331727814102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2506725331727814102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/08/densha-otoko-1st-2nd-episode.html' title='&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;Densha Otoko: 1st-2nd Episode&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-2042042899538220415</id><published>2007-08-05T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T12:44:03.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History 10 before Midterms</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I just want to emphasize that I don't like our History 10 class. IT TOTALLY SUCKS! It's like our teacher is blabbing a lot of information but the organization is all messed up! How can her students get the main point of discussion?  I don't think she's planning out things to be discussed during the week or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, just for me not to get an F for a midterm grade, I had to study at least few of the lessons discussed. So I read the Pre-colonial History of the Philippines which is 56pages of the book Philippine History owned by my cousin. I read it for 4hours, I suppose. Well, there was few points in there that really struck me most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Filipinos have lack of initiative.&lt;br /&gt;2. Filipinos are cooperative but not competitive.&lt;br /&gt;3. Filipinos are fatalistic. (commonly known as the "bahala na" attitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these three are COMMON FILIPINO TRAITS. It struck me most because I'm guilty for having this traits. And I'm not denying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the last part of the pages was about Filipino music, the instruments of the natives used and their songs. There were few song there that I remembered my grandmother used to sing to me. When I saw the title, it's like the tune of the song was playing near my ears. And following through the pages, I saw different titles and that different tunes was like playing, then, I realized, I had encountered lots of these native music way back when I was a child, maybe that's the reason why they're so familiar and I could here different tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, yes, so far, it's all I can say about HISTORY 10 BEFORE MIDTERMS.&lt;br /&gt;And to think that I don't know what day and time will be our midterms in History.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still good to prepare than to cram in the last minute. Right?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-2042042899538220415?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/2042042899538220415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=2042042899538220415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2042042899538220415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/2042042899538220415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/08/history-10-before-midterms.html' title='History 10 before Midterms'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-6191890868472575395</id><published>2007-08-03T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T03:21:57.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day: My third C Program and "Issue de Papa"</title><content type='html'>What a day..'!! I am SO HAPPY!!! Happy3x..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my 3rd C program.. Although it's too simple but uhm.. It's still an achievement for a novice like me!! weeee..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the third program I made was our ICS 10 assignment, but the assignment wasn't about making a C program but to make an algorithm and a flowchart with those problems. In the mere future, our teacher will still have to make us code a program for those problems for sure. It's advantageous on part because I already have an overview of what to do. Thanks to my brother for installing vmware and for correcting my mistakes! (love you laboy..! mwaah!hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share what program I made. It's a really simple one. To get the square of a number. hahaha! I enjoyed making this one because on my first until my 6th attempt on compiling this program.. It always has an error! But i think i'm not digesting what I'm reading on the screen. It all says there but I don't know what's the problem with me. It's just that I'm too stupid to be like this. Anways, my brother came and he told me what my error is. And you know whats my error? I wrote "RESULT 0:" instead of "RETURN 0;"!! How stupid of me..hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I am so happy today is that my father already deposited money for my midterms exams. Weeee'! It was yesterday and of the day the I was really problematic if I could take the midterm exams and that I was so angry with my father because he seem so relaxed and still making fun of me inspite of my seriousness in approaching him. Everything changes. And now, I'm SO THANKFUL for having my father around. Thanx for the support pa! Love you so much! hehehe!--,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, aah! Tomorrow is the birthday of papa! Happy Birthday pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is all..! Just wanted to update my blog.. &lt;br /&gt;Gotta go! I still have to study for next week's exams.&lt;br /&gt;*swoosh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-6191890868472575395?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/6191890868472575395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=6191890868472575395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6191890868472575395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6191890868472575395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-day-my-third-c-program-and-issue.html' title='Happy Day: My third C Program and &quot;Issue de Papa&quot;'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-7542475588570550288</id><published>2007-04-22T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:32:23.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Remembered Dates of April</title><content type='html'>14th April 2007&lt;br /&gt;SBG Outing at Rockspring, Jasaan. The people who were there was me, Em-2m, Mark, Eren, Roda, Hyde, Teacher Annie with her family, Teacher Emma with her family, Nong Nilo with his son and Teacher Cristy. We were only few but it was fun. We were always laughing but there was a time when Em-em and I went to sleep because we didn't have enought sleep because of texting the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th April 2007&lt;br /&gt;I went to school and saw my dear classmates! The people who were there were Em-em, Shorod, Shervin, Kenn, Earl, Mae, Geraldine, Edward, John Michael and Michael Dave. We had a lot of talking back then. And we also went to Ketkai to watch Turistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th April 2007&lt;br /&gt;Natsume and I met! nyahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th April 2007&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kahulugan and had so much fun! We even hiked as we went home. It was really great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th April 2007&lt;br /&gt;Bye Mark! Mark's day of goodbye friends! We'll see each other again sooner or later!hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-7542475588570550288?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/7542475588570550288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=7542475588570550288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7542475588570550288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7542475588570550288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-be-remembered-dates-of-april.html' title='To Be Remembered Dates of April'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-8635856219717307508</id><published>2007-04-09T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:21:50.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Save me from boredom'/><title type='text'>Something Out of the Ordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My life this week and even the previous week has gotten more boring day by day. Everything seems the same from the moment I wake up until I sleep. I want to get out of my daily routine and DO SOMETHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;As I wake up in the morning, I fix my bed and get out of my room. I grab something to eat and sit infront of the computer and check my mails, see whose online and chat with them. After a few minutes of chatting with my brothers concerning different nonsense topics, I go to kitchen and cook rice. Then I have to argue with my brothers with what our viand I would prepare for our lunch. As the decision is made, I would have to prepare what we have decided. If the resources are already available, I would cook directly but if not, I have to go the store and buy the needed. Usually, I go to the store without even combing my hair. I just don't tend to remember having to do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;With every food set, I have to set again the table. Put three plates, 3 pairs of spoon and fork and I should never forget to prepare our drinks (usually its iced tea or juice). My brothers don't like water for every meal they take so I have to deal with that. Then we are set to eat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Our stomach will be then full and I have to do the work again. I have to clean everything in the table. I have to wash the dishes and feed our doggies. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I would then go sit infront of the computer, check my mails again and see who's online and chat with them. Or sometimes, when the computers are all occupied, I would enter my room, lay on my bed and text my friends. Or I'd rather watch DVD's in the sala. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When three o'clock or beyond comes, my brother (Laboy) would call my attention and order me to buy food for our snacks. What he usually wants me to buy is CHIPPY and the others would be of our preference. It's his ever favorite.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And do some nonsense stuffs again after eating snacks. Then the night would come, I shall do the same thing as what I do before lunch: argue, go the store, cook, set the table and eat. After that, I have to do again the clean up and the feeding of our doggies. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just the same routine day by day. And I just can't imagine that I would have to continue doing this until June, Or maybe just as May ends. But,, Can someone save me from this great boredom?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I really want to do something out of the ordinary, like traveling.. Traveling out of town. I wish to get out from the city of Cagayan de Oro this summer. I want to go to Bohol and spend a week there with my lola and lolo. I even want to have a vacation at Bukidnon with my auntie and spend time with them, with my cousins and even with my sister. I want to travel. I really do want to travel since that's my dream. I want to go anywhere I want to go. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This something out of the ordinary also include having adventure, like going out with my family or friends. And not just simply going out like malling because that's a usual thing. I want to go the pool with them or go rock climbing or white water rafting as long as it's related with adventure! What anything of the ordinary are there? Uhmm.... I want to do everything that's out of the ordinary. I don't care of what kind it is as long as it extraordinary for me. That will do. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984020722054252047-8635856219717307508?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/8635856219717307508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=8635856219717307508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/8635856219717307508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/8635856219717307508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-out-of-ordinary.html' title='Something Out of the Ordinary'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-6318836898492065182</id><published>2007-04-08T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:22:22.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Thumbs Sunset to Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes things happen unexpectedly. Anything can happen at anytime. I was sleeping when I received a message which contains lyrics of Calla Lily's MAGBABALIK Song. It was already quarter to six but then I didn't mind it though. I continued taking a nap and after a few minutes, I realized that my mother would come so I have to take a bath and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a bath, I checked my phone a reviewed my messages. Then I noticed one name whose very rare in my inbox so I sent him a reply. I was sort of making fun of him that he's lamenting. And there, we started opening topics relating to his life, my life and our lives as classmates. We got busy sharing stories and ideas for nine full hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, I realized that people's got their own set of unique struggles. You may think that a person could be the most insensitive person in the world and not to think that it was an after effect of one experience of being so sensitive. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You could never tell a person's worth unless you know him.&lt;/span&gt; And that I realized that you could never conclude with rumors alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish telling details but I have to keep it myself. If you know who I am, and the people I have in school. You'll be amazed of what facts I have here. I once thought the lives of others seem so basic, shallow and simple of how I see them as of the manner they are placed in the society. But then, I ended up corrected with my one experience: this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he didn't know he was stupid but then I arrived saying myself I also am stupid. I even thought he was happy, but the truth is, he was so damn sad.  I thought he was just playing but he was playing it for real. That would be all I can say for now. This maybe so shallow because I have given no details at all. But I could not just give details with the demand of privacy. So just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I came up with a statement that I like the most. I am referring to the sentence in bold text.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"You could never tell a person's worth unless you know him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   -Haifa Carina S. Baluyos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/7984020722054252047-6318836898492065182?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/6318836898492065182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=6318836898492065182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6318836898492065182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/6318836898492065182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-thumbs-sunset-to-dawn.html' title='Busy Thumbs Sunset to Dawn'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984020722054252047.post-7711042587108447754</id><published>2007-04-07T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:17:45.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>A Black Saturday Night with no sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my first post ever since I made this blog. All i wanted to say is that I am satisfied with my day and that I had no sleep at all! Not a bad day to remember I guess. &lt;/strong&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/7984020722054252047-7711042587108447754?l=haifabaluyos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/feeds/7711042587108447754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984020722054252047&amp;postID=7711042587108447754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7711042587108447754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984020722054252047/posts/default/7711042587108447754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haifabaluyos.blogspot.com/2007/04/black-saturday-night-with-no-sleep.html' title='A Black Saturday Night with no sleep'/><author><name>Haifa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13647055113877012660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/haifabaluyos/RbHd7BEM8yI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ph3KZW0kCnI/Picture%20002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
