<?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-8047863</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:41:31.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>details of a mediocre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-695365236613366587</id><published>2009-11-30T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:37:55.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>massacre hysteria</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SxS8ICYaObI/AAAAAAAAALY/eBxZN3cQq-w/s1600/Polaroids085.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SxS611bzvHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KPvfMTLGRRY/s1600/24112009091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410154486418357362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SxS611bzvHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KPvfMTLGRRY/s400/24112009091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a few days when the infamous maguindanao massacre happened, when innocent people where slained to death, where our respective reporters died while at work, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when lives where taken....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see, we are emergency room nurses....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are the first line of medical staff you'll encounter in an emergency situation or when you are brought to the hospital..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyday of our duty lives we work our ass so hard to save he lives of everyone, without any hesitation, without reasons, without prejudices..and even when our own lives are at risks in being infected and even when none of the patients would cooperate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...we still do what we can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and these killings make our job useless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is tantamount to closing all hospitals...to directly telling the nation on televised advisory that lives are to be taken anywhere, anytime by anyone so who will need us, nurses to help save them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but regardless of what happens to our nation, despite the irrational killings of oneself or another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE WILL STILL BE HERE TO SAVE YOUR ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SxS54eUG5sI/AAAAAAAAALA/EAu29K4qC4Q/s1600/Polaroids087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-695365236613366587?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/695365236613366587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=695365236613366587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/695365236613366587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/695365236613366587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/11/massacre-hysteria.html' title='massacre hysteria'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SxS611bzvHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KPvfMTLGRRY/s72-c/24112009091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-2742220792921983817</id><published>2009-11-16T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:41:57.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairytales...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SwJRL71hhhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jnuDH1pz24g/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404971768280614418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SwJRL71hhhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jnuDH1pz24g/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Ever since college i have been watching TV series like Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill and just recently, Queer as Folk and many others.. Why?...Because everybody watches it.. It's seems that the topic for the next day is what would and what happened on those shows. It is very intriguing to see twists and interesting life stories that you don't come across on everyday life, i mean on reality, that happens on these super class dramas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Anyway, have you ever thought about being on those shows?? ME? Yeah!...but i always think if these plots, stories and interesting life stories happens on real life??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Im not sure. For the next 12 something hours, 12 plus episodes and countless seasons without any commercial breaks, just my occasional visits to the loo and water breaks, i have seen the life story of those characters; their humble and lucrative beginnings, their downfalls and success, their wild and unexpected relationships and of course, their picture perfect, ideal, unrealistic stories. But why does these shows always make the story ideal? Like the flaws are just a mild hint of despair and not really an effort to ruin them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The lifestyle of the Upper Eastsider's, lucrative, well formed, shining and extravagant. They study at a well known high school and Brooklyn is what they call the other side of the bridge. Their parties are everynight in a who knows where and how much they pay. They are serviced by limousines and maids and butlers. They can pay someone's worth regardless of the amount. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      The One Tree Hill characters, they live high school like it is the perfect stage of everyones life. Their romance is addictive and exciting. The head cheerleader and the captain ball of the varsity is the IT couple. Then all of a sudden, in the same high school, you'll find your half brother, uncles gets killed by brother who's a mayor and arsons are part of their revengeful plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The Queer as Folks men, they don't portray what the present IT scene is. I mean, the ever gorgeous bisexual guy has a son, the mother of which is a bisexual herself and the friends are like party people who goes to clubs every night. The IT guy has a boyfriend that made him a cradle snatcher, whos mother approves their relationship. The ever playful friend, gets fame from an internet pornsite and the other one owns a comic books whos mother shouts out loud that she proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Those series show watchers the ideal life. What life and things should have or would have to be. How people should live and let live. How the unrealistic lifestyle can come up to life in front of your very own eyes. How life can be so playful that even the most impossible circumstances would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-2742220792921983817?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/2742220792921983817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=2742220792921983817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2742220792921983817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2742220792921983817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/11/fairytales.html' title='fairytales...'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SwJRL71hhhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jnuDH1pz24g/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-2778393029428642838</id><published>2009-11-10T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:27:27.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>written in the sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Svmuf9z6VmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wCha6kDVULs/s1600-h/polaroids063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402541092199093858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Svmuf9z6VmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wCha6kDVULs/s400/polaroids063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last sunday, as me and my dorm mate was passing by the manila peninsula, he mentioned that the top ball of the fountain was where Regine Velasquez performed "Written in the Sand" last millenium count down..so i watched it over youtube that same night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;REALIZATION: the dignity of our profession is priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists celebrate holidays at work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurses spend holidays caring for patients...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctors enjoy holidays treating patients..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law enforcers spends holidays watching over people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but regardless of the amount of the salary we get from it...the double pay...holiday pay...overtime pay we get from spending those precious moments in our own respective field...the bottomline would always be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our service to others is what we care for. our concern and care to them is our priority. we sacrifice our own little happiness for the good of many. and thats why i am proud to be one of the.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-2778393029428642838?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/2778393029428642838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=2778393029428642838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2778393029428642838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2778393029428642838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/11/written-in-sand.html' title='written in the sand'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Svmuf9z6VmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wCha6kDVULs/s72-c/polaroids063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-7898722133261943440</id><published>2009-09-17T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:18:08.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SrIK90x69bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/D69gMpO-qds/s1600-h/DSC_66771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382376561917490610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SrIK90x69bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/D69gMpO-qds/s400/DSC_66771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrong place....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw this at my mom's bathroom, apparenly, my nephew hid his legos there so as not to be seen by nanay win,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-7898722133261943440?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/7898722133261943440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=7898722133261943440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7898722133261943440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7898722133261943440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrong-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SrIK90x69bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/D69gMpO-qds/s72-c/DSC_66771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-3412406669425915790</id><published>2009-08-15T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:17:47.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roller coaster ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Soalci0hLCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/R0pNooNjQvk/s1600-h/rc+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Soalci0hLCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/R0pNooNjQvk/s400/rc+ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370161515487898658" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(photo compliments to my dad, i asked him to send me this so i could use it for my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. I do not discriminate anyone. This is just based on my belief of this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last June, when my grandparents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary here in the country, I had plenty of time discussing social issues with them, especially with my ever academic and certain lolo, a former DECS official he was, he stands to what he believes to no matter what, and that made our daily debate interesting, him versus me and my cousins. One morning over pandesal and coffee, we tackled about the specifications of being a president…. Contradicting my beliefs, he said, that academic background is not important, experience or the positions Harry Potter (a former president) held before becoming a president is more than enough to qualify him as a president, Harry on the other hand came from an upper middles class family, he went to Ateneo and Mapua but did not finish school because he was expelled and he dropped out to those school respectively. However, being raised and brought up in a family where education is substantial, not just mere how to read and write learning but concrete education that would a weapon in one’s future, I disagreed with my lolo. I told him that one’s educational background is vital in being the president…then the debate went on..haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I attended a seminar about the psychiatric aspects of a Filipino family.. One ice breaker question asked, “What was Harry Potter’s work when he met his wife?”….Guess what was the answer.. An Orderly at a Psychiatric Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does a president need to have before becoming a president? In my own OPINION. First, a well structured, concrete and excellent relative educational background. I say relative because he is not just running in some freak show, he is not just gonna deal with the economy alone but all its sub aspects; agriculture, education, finance, foreign affairs, technology, health, national defense, engineering and education just to cite a few. So, having a excellent knowledge about the economics is very important. First and foremost, you would handle a country’s economy in your hand, I know it is not a one man’s job but admit it, all the blame and expectations are on you so and the control is with you as well. Charisma over the people is not enough I daresay. The support of the many may win you a title but it is because here in the country where most people would support you because you promised something with them not doing anything; jobs! Uplifting their conditions! Etc etc….where they do not entirely care about your roots and backgrounds…but how about those that know….those that thinks that, a sensitive and powerful position needs specific and standard qualifications. When you apply in a bank, isn’t that what they look first is your educational background? They want someone who know’s what to do not just because you knew how to do it by experience, the realistic aspect, but because you know the theory behind it, every single step and literature there is, expected outcomes, the idealistic point of view. I firmly believe that is more important to know the theory of something rather that just merely seeing it happen. I know that what we learn from school is not all correct, but isn’t it right to know how to handle situations when it deviates from the ideal because you the pros and cons of it and you take every single step perfectly to bring everything back in order and not just because you put some temporary remedy over it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think people. The president is someone who could maintain and change the country’s status right now. Would not it be fair for the future generation to have a great leader where you can speak about him to other nation?... Don’t let our nation go over that same roller caster ride again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-3412406669425915790?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/3412406669425915790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=3412406669425915790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/3412406669425915790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/3412406669425915790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/08/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='roller coaster ride'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Soalci0hLCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/R0pNooNjQvk/s72-c/rc+ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-1996896178123598673</id><published>2009-08-04T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:28:29.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yellow ribbon</title><content type='html'>yeah, i know everybody is talking about her...but i just couldnt help myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you work in the institution where she was confined, you thought everything is just ordinary. On the day she died, i was on duty,for weeks, mediamen have been outside and trying to get some scoop of her updates. i was waiting for something that night, but i did not hear it over the hospital operator, so i assumed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleague aproached us and told us there is some bad news, and we went to watch the TV news. there was a commotion outside the hospital but when you look out, everything seems just ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then news were like typhoon that flooded all lines; local and internationally, everybodu mourned for our former president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the news, coverages and special features and i cant help but cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am never really patriotic, but her death made me realize how should i be proud of being a PINOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wacthed her funeral this morning. i was so amazed of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who could summon all the important people in the country both now and before and pay respect to you? Only she, a former president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very amazing to see all the bishops of the country bless her body one by one, imagine how many prayers would that be? the gravity of their prayers to be precise. All of them at your funeral on their best purple dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aisle of the church are lined with NUNS.. Nuns from all orders lined her way as if they were soldiers. Who can summon those nuns? She even have a rosary from a saint, that is so amazing. Only she, a religious and faithful president. This only proves how her faith to God is very well seen by everyone. Yes, we all know that but i believe that beneath that superficiality is a deeper truth that her devotion to MAMA MARY and GOD is beyond what we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 high officials of the forces carried her coffin outside. 1 representatives of each national forces ;navy,army,police, air force (im not sure), guarded her coffin as it takes its way to MMP...canons are being fired the whole day until sunset when she passed away..flags are mourning on her death and covers her coffin.. Only a former head of state could do that. Being the CHIEF, a title that comes with PRESIDENCY, she was responsible for keeping the nation safe and sound. Her 7 coup d' etat attempts were nothing to her. She surpassed it with grace and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people from all walks of life, people from the society came to mourn for her. family feuds are forgotten, political rivalries are set aside, they came to pay respect to a woman whose power is way beyond anyone could imagine. Her influencing power gave rise to a historic and well known revolution. A revolution, where i did not witness, but is very well known and is attached to the bloodlines of all PINOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the priest said "we loved her 3 times..." first was when NINOY died and she went back home...2nd was when she ran for president and third was when she passed away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i may not have the priviledge  to live on her reign but i know that what we are right now is because of what she did before, most especially, taking importance of the 1986 constitution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-1996896178123598673?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/1996896178123598673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=1996896178123598673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1996896178123598673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1996896178123598673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/08/yellow-ribbon.html' title='yellow ribbon'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-7774272229851871766</id><published>2009-03-29T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:28:11.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lt. Abordo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;                                                          &lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SdBG9AoKCkUAACTGwtU1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SdBG9AoKCkUAACTGwtU1/11872330569295.jpg?et=7RL3xurq84naN%2BoGrvn3%2CQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;(a shot from cavite naval hospital)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A columnist once quoted a graduation speech of a PNPA graduate. He said “We rise together… and together we will remain strong for our motherland to serve, live and die for.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This powerful phrase awoken something in me, something I have never thought before, something that I want to do and is still contemplating if I needed to do. When I was in college, we have this subject called nursing elective. You choose a field of nursing, apply there and wait if you can be assigned there. Oftentimes, it is our favorite area where we specialized and spend gruesome yet worth it time. I chose emergency nursing, I like the thrill, the activity, the new faces that come and go, the procedures and everything about it. But right now, I realized, how come I did not consider myself as a military nurse? How often do I think of being in the field and imagining myself running when someone shouts “MEDIC”. ALWAYS!.. But what if I be in a military hospital? Would I still be useful and would I still enjoy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“We knew we were no longer sons and daughters of our parents but sons and daughters of our motherland.” I am never patriotic or nationalistic. I am always practical and tends to be influenced. Would I consider turning my back from my parents and be the son of our motherland instead? Why not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As I type this article there are numerous things that I’m considering. My plans of greener pasture to the land of milk and honey, my plans of going down under and my plans of working in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Middle East&lt;/st1:place&gt; would all be set aside. But come what may, I need to be a STAFF NURSE right now.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-7774272229851871766?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/7774272229851871766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=7774272229851871766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7774272229851871766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7774272229851871766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/03/lt-abordo.html' title='Lt. Abordo'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-7183287409356726823</id><published>2009-03-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:28:52.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nursing flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; 1. Anong size ng gloves mo?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; 7.5 para masikip..8 pag hindi&lt;br&gt;&gt; 2. First ward na pinagdutihan mo?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; umc 1400&lt;br&gt;&gt; 3. First case mo sa OR?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; CS..my fave&lt;br&gt;&gt; 4. Favorite nursing procedure mo?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; IV insertion..kakaadik&lt;br&gt;&gt; 5. Pinakahate mong nursing procedure?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; V/S..I/O..enema!!&lt;br&gt;&gt; 6. Sang procedure ka nahihirapan?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; diaper changing sa isang MI patient&lt;br&gt;&gt; 7. Namatayan ka na ba ng patient?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; many times..&lt;br&gt;&gt; 8. Nakapag post mortem care ka na ba?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; glad to say..not yet&lt;br&gt;&gt; 9. Favorite area/ward mo?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; ER&lt;br&gt;&gt; 10. Pinakahate mong area/ward?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; pcmc&lt;br&gt;&gt; 11. Favorite CI mo?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; dami eh&lt;br&gt;&gt; 12. Eh sino naman pinakaayaw mong CI?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; yung pinaiyak ko!haha&lt;br&gt;&gt; 13.Bakit ka nga pala nag nursing?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; pre med sana..&lt;br&gt;&gt; 14. Enjoy ka naman sa nursing?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; yup!!&lt;br&gt;&gt; 15. Anong pinakaayaw mong school regulation para sa mga nursing students?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; bawal flipflops!&lt;br&gt;&gt; 16. Maaga ka bang pumapasok?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; yupyup&lt;br&gt;&gt; 17. Madalas ka ba sa library?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; nung thesis!&lt;br&gt;&gt; 18. Favorite nursing subjects mo?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; MS/ana&lt;br&gt;&gt; 19. Pinakahate mong nursing subjects?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; ms/ana haha..&lt;br&gt;&gt; 20. May ibinagsak ka na bang subjects?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; nope!&lt;br&gt;&gt; 21. Madalas ka bang umabsent?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; nope!&lt;br&gt;&gt; 22. Kamusta naman ang capping at pinning ceremony mo?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; ayus lang..picture picture..&lt;br&gt;&gt; 23. Ano ang favorite mong nursing diagnosis?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; hyperthermia..haha&lt;br&gt;&gt; 24. Kung nakapag-affiliate ka na, sang hospital ka pinaka-nagenjoy?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; FAB&lt;br&gt;&gt; 25. Bakit naman?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; daming cases!! daming toot!&lt;br&gt;&gt; 26. SAN ANG FIRST COMMUNITY DUTY MO??&lt;br&gt;&gt; MASAYA BA??&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; imus...&lt;br&gt;&gt; 27. Kung may classmate ka na gusto mong maging nurse, sino yun at bakit?&lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; bitches!!haha&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-7183287409356726823?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/7183287409356726823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=7183287409356726823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7183287409356726823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7183287409356726823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SbnwtQoKCkUAADxAlKU1/1-158466234l.jpg?et=a7bm03td1hAzqzrn6OMTpg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Sbnw7goKCkUAAEIDwbQ1/susie20220016.jpg?et=%2BQHt%2CRLdQu7gQTmDQEWK4A&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SbnwkwoKCkUAADd7h7g1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SbnwkwoKCkUAADd7h7g1/1-103747291l.jpg?et=f9Zdukbpu2YJvCXKM8QC4Q&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;when you decide on to something substantial, sacrifices are expected. when you go and leave something, it would be the start and end of something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i finished my clearance last night, its officially the end. but sad to say i would miss all the people that had been a part of me, no need to mention them, but needless to say, every experience i had with them is worth remembering and i would sure treasure all of the things i heard and learned...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ill miss the chitchats between calls, the goofing around, the northgate walks, the updates from my friends, the sentiments and life of a call center agent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ill miss TEAM GORGEOUS..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TIN AND ANJ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WAVE 28&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MS PS XT WAVE 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MY TL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MY TRAINERS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE BOSSES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MY FRIENDS..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-5905023019653749076?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/5905023019653749076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=5905023019653749076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/5905023019653749076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/5905023019653749076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/03/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-7772367049006971287</id><published>2009-02-23T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:23:36.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaKrIgoKCkUAAFhUZ0Q1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaKrIgoKCkUAAFhUZ0Q1/hwapak8114-copy.jpg?et=m3Ugmnv1OgzmsMnRMAMwlA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finding the right person for a good relationship is like finding the right drug for a disease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is what we called first level antibiotics, the penicillin. When we meet someone and fell in love with him or her that is infatuation. At that very moment, you immediately thought that he or she is the right one for you. Carelessly, you give out all that you have for him or her without even thinking of who really that person is, but then eventually you realize that infatuation is dangerous and ineffective. Just like the penicillin, it is the first choice of most, simple colds and sore throats are treated by laymen with those without even thinking of the so called resistance and sensitivity. But what can you do, those are available over the counter and are just readily available without proper consultation. The person we thought is the right one has many flaws and is just superficially attractive. Again, superficial symptoms are dangerous and dangerous afterwards. We use them radically but after that, we don’t feel the cure or the spark analogously. So after the basic who, what and where, you hook up, then after that what? Strangers! You develop this resistance to that person and a line is instantly drawn between seriousness to sex and that is the hard part, to cope up with unmet expectations and disappointment. You expect that you could be together more often, date often, catch a flick, grab some bite, sleep together, and later, the truth will bite you that penicillins won’t do any good at all and would just give you instant cure, short term basis as they say. We hold on to the thought that we are made for each other then you would find out that penicillins cure other acute symptoms as well. Jealousy. You get insecure, hurt and down hearted when you see that person entertain others when you expect and assumed that you shared some special feelings but after that unfaithful night or day you made out, the care and passion you shared beforehand was lost and like it did not exist. But that’s life. And then after timeless observation and examination you find out that some people are the right one for you. The one that we thought are not compatible with us, the one we thought are not fitted and we do not really pay attention initially would prove to be the best for us. After tests and clinical observations, we realize the best drug for us. It is a case to case basis actually. People may really look good with others, all are subjective but those may not be the real picture. It is just a piece of a high faluting puzzle of disease. So we knew that this certain drug would be good for us afterall. Some maybe expensive and some may have drastic side effects but in the end you are cured. In a relationship, these people are those far from our expectations and qualifications. We reject them for their superficial traits but when you see the effect, which is when you realize again the truth. Some may look for people opposite to them, set high standards and sometimes perfect combination for all but end up with those far from whom they want to be with. Another situation is for dying patients, you use the common emergency drugs. These drugs prove to be very effective in saving lives. We experience situations where we are so down, we feel it is the end of the world for us, like we have been cursed but then someone will save us from that. Lol. They try to lighten up our lives and bring happy thoughts. They show kindness and potential for a good relationship. They revive our dying hearts. They pump blood to our weak veins. They maintain what they have started. I am not really sure of this. It is what we call the rebound. You get hurt, someone comes in, then you get attached. Rebound they call it because we are still vulnerable in those times. But no matter what, superficial things should not be always considered. Yes, those are what we see at first, but to know the real thing or deal is what is more important. You have to look beyond what is seen by the naked eye. We should not be fooled by what is presented, not for their assets but on how they work with those. jta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-7772367049006971287?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/7772367049006971287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=7772367049006971287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7772367049006971287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7772367049006971287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/02/drugs.html' title='drugs'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-5209226350599041934</id><published>2009-02-06T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:43:58.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hospital requirements</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;for all: since i love you all, here are the requirements from some hospitals&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" size="5"&gt;PGH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;all should be original                                                                                          &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;- accomplished dean's form (from their website, when you bring it sa hsc, 3-5 days for you to get it and pay for it, 45php ata)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;- transcript of records&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;- board rating and passing preferably the PRC blue copy&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;- RLE&lt;br&gt;- resume with 2x2 black and white picture&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;- PRC license&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;- PNA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;NCMH &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;application letter &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;               (address to: Dr. Bernardino A. Vicente, MD, FPPA, MHA, CESO IV&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;                                  Medical Center Chief II&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;                                 Thru: Lucila O. Espinosa, RN, BSN, MAN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;                                         Chief, Nursing Service&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;RESUME/CV&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;TOR (photocopy)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;diploma (photocopy)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Traning and Employment Certificate (photocopy)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Authenticated Birth certificate NSO (photocopy)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;NBI clearance (photocopy)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Board Rating and License (Nurse Applicant)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Autobiography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" size="5"&gt;MAKATI MED &lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;(photocopy of the ff:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;updated CV or resume&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;currect PRC ID&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Board Rating and Certificate&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;TOR with RLE&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Diploma&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Good moral Certificate (5 days sa hsc, request at OSA)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;current NBI clearance&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;NSO birth certificate&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;2 pieces 2x2 colored pictures white backgorund&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;present original documents, incomplete requirements will not be acepted, submit at 9th floor, Training dept, sa parang tower, akyat ka pa..hehe 9am-12pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-5209226350599041934?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/5209226350599041934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=5209226350599041934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/5209226350599041934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/5209226350599041934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/02/hospital-requirements.html' title='hospital requirements'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-4486489555485736473</id><published>2009-01-15T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:06:43.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>real life movie story</title><content type='html'>have you ever experienced knwoing someone you dont really know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...i know its quite confusing..but its like this..you thought that you know someone inside and out already..you have been talking for like a year already and you know everything about that person, but the catch is you havent met only with pictures. so you fell in love, seriously and depply in love. you know the family, friends. etc etc etc. you have been planning on meeting together and when that time arrives BOOM! no sign of that person only the friends. many excuses came up and you got fed up and broke up. but then the friends said that the JOHN DOE of your life told them to take care of you. so you got kilig kilig and touched!..you went out with the friends and still no sign of that person. morning came. your john doe texted and you called. you begged for you to meet but no sign again. then suddenly that person told you that you were together all night long...KABOOM!! imagine you shock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-4486489555485736473?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/4486489555485736473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=4486489555485736473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/4486489555485736473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/4486489555485736473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-life-movie-story.html' title='real life movie story'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-2279862044741521137</id><published>2008-12-31T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:21:09.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>those who spent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVyt@AoKCkUAACCdTaI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVyuEgoKCkUAACcKeyk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVyuEgoKCkUAACcKeyk1/n732551273-489784-5352.jpg?et=fAB%2CztI42UXAa5Eh3byY9g&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVyt@AoKCkUAACCdTaI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVyt@AoKCkUAACCdTaI1/n732551273-161923-9588.jpg?et=wgB7nd4M6yVyfLBqtS1aGg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVyuEgoKCkUAACcKeyk1"&gt;for those who spent their new years eve outside home...i symphatize with you. it was my first time last night...but i came to think that even if i work as a nurse, i would also be spending these holidays in the bowels of my work..who else would sacrifice for their work???here are some...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-media men&lt;br /&gt;-police forces&lt;br /&gt;-call center people&lt;br /&gt;-doctors/nurse/medical people&lt;br /&gt;-24/7 retail store men&lt;br /&gt;....who else??? who else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not bad after all...life is just like that...i never thought of this when i tok up nursing by the way...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-2279862044741521137?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/2279862044741521137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=2279862044741521137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2279862044741521137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2279862044741521137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/12/those-who-spent.html' title='those who spent...'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-3151395085594227187</id><published>2008-12-28T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:25:07.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you after 2008?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/18/6"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/2/photos/18/300x300/6/Toys132.jpg?et=jbC2r2UVuQ3scqJzC8v1fQ&amp;nmid=153971259" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#3333ff" size="3"&gt;this 2008, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#3333ff" size="3"&gt;i was a senior, i am 20, i am a de la salle graduate, a la sallian RN, a board passer, i was a cell center rep, i am resolutions expert, i am hired, i was a bum for 10 days....these are just some of the most significant events in my life this year....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#3333ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#3333ff" size="3"&gt;but who will i be after 2008? who are you after 2008??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-3151395085594227187?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/3151395085594227187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=3151395085594227187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/3151395085594227187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/3151395085594227187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-are-you-after-2008.html' title='who are you after 2008?'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-5833572498403363946</id><published>2008-11-22T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:21:31.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pursuit of happpiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSkREAoKCkUAAG0sItI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSkREAoKCkUAAG0sItI1/Toys085.jpg?et=tvQh4T%2CaA8O2gyYZCP4TtQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSkQTgoKCkUAAEzb5UI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSkQTgoKCkUAAEzb5UI1/Toys084.jpg?et=ckCcMn%2BgR2aASwi7EsMP8w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Once or twice or should I say oftentimes, we contemplate, we think and we ponder if we are happy on whatever is happening or doing at the moment. But what are we willing to pay for or do for in the pursuit of it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Last week, me and anj, my supposedly “sugar prohibited” friend enjoyed ourselves with starbuck’s OH SO YUMMY OREO CHEESECAKE!..This is happiness I told myself.. every bite.. every bit of it is so delicious. It is like eating heaven. I know I’m over exaggerating but I’m such a lover of sweets especially cheesecakes. My favorites!! Filling your tummy with yummy food. Spoiling your tongue with things you crave for is the best.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;To be with the one you love. To speak. To flirt. To laugh. To cry and to build things is nonetheless happiness as well. One can never explain how this works, how you can get attached, to feel that something that the world can only describe to the most as “LOVE”. Words are not enough I may say.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-5833572498403363946?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/5833572498403363946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=5833572498403363946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/5833572498403363946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/5833572498403363946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/11/pursuit-of-happpiness.html' title='pursuit of happpiness'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-1431053617645993070</id><published>2008-11-01T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:12:59.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time runs fast..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/16/11"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/2/photos/16/300x300/11/Toys028.jpg?et=u9NrJEn+6ePi4H8Hmzs+kw&amp;nmid=128531725" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10 days after the raging board exam, we applied for a job. a call center job. thinking that i would only last for 6 months, but i was wrong. i know i havent been there for 6 months yet but i think i would last longer. im really enjoying it.. halloween have past...columbus day have past...now its nearing christmas and hhhmmm..maybe a couple of hundred of calls later then its gonna be christmas already. im now anitcipating of spending christmas and new years eve inside the floor..haha...heres anj, tl kristen and me goofing around last 31st..&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-1431053617645993070?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/1431053617645993070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=1431053617645993070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1431053617645993070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1431053617645993070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-runs-fast.html' title='time runs fast..'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-8657378778720723383</id><published>2008-10-12T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:28:01.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kuya, payag ka ba na ituro ang sex ed sa classes?</title><content type='html'>my sister asked me "kuya, payag ka ba na ituro ang sex ed sa classes?" i answered, "oo naman, bakit ayaw mo ba makipagsex?!"...i laughed...but this seemingly unimportant conversation is a big issue in the country. the reproductive health act, if thats what they call it or planning to call it, has been the talk of the town from news spreads, tele tubes and priests' homilies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a nurse. from the very beginning of my bachelors education, my eyes and mind and i would assume all my colleagues have the same mind set that we are here to promote health and we dont have any problem or rejection with contraceptions and sex education otherwise we would not have passed. so all this time, we were made and cultivated to propagate sex ed and related areas to anyone who want to learn. then there is this bill, legalizing what we, health care workers have been doing for the past centuries. whats wrong with this? why cant just everyone accept it and just think of our overflowing population?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first issue: it is not the government who opposes this. it is the CHURCH who do so. the government should really approve this!..hello?! the budget for health and education is really low!..they want a first class economy, then they should control population growth first!..who wants to be called third world monkey? yes, our literacy rate is high and most of us can speak fluent english but the poverty rate is relatively high as well, as well as maternal death rate and abortion and teenage pregnancy and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd issue: it is against the teaching of the church. the constitution states that the separation of the church and the state should be inviolable. but thats why this bill walks like a snail because everyone is saying something about it. looking just the reliious part of it and not its future effects and impact to the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came from a catholic university. yes! from la salle where it is just common to see nuns or sisters or mothers as we call them and priests and former seminarians teaching in the academe. so we have a chapel in our campus. i heared the mass there like 3 weeks ago. so most of the people there are nurses, doctors, and people in the medical field. with the same education and knowledge and background re: sex educ and contraceptions. then after the mass, the priest told us not to support the repro health act, it is just against the church and the bible. im aware of the rivalry bw church and this law but i was just surprised, like sarcastically surprised when i heard father asking the NURSES, DOCTORS, NURSING AND MED STUDENTS AND MEDICAL PEOPLE not support this..like hello?! this is our job, to promote and protect the health,haha..i know im being antichurch but im not. it is just ironic to ask the medical community not to support sex ed and contraception...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUPPORT THE REPRODUCTIVE HEALTH ACT. It is for me, for you and for my children. It is for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-8657378778720723383?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/8657378778720723383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=8657378778720723383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/8657378778720723383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/8657378778720723383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/10/kuya-payag-ka-ba-na-ituro-ang-sex-ed-sa.html' title='kuya, payag ka ba na ituro ang sex ed sa classes?'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-2372475001682794823</id><published>2008-09-20T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:38:54.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SNXASuq6frI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r-sMGSVL_TM/s1600-h/IMG_3070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248312368768384690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SNXASuq6frI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r-sMGSVL_TM/s320/IMG_3070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SNXASzQifTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hAuMuYXivf4/s1600-h/IMG_3143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248312369999936818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SNXASzQifTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hAuMuYXivf4/s320/IMG_3143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SNW_KVvPbHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RtjUSdRuZ7M/s1600-h/IMG_3103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248311125125065842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SNW_KVvPbHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RtjUSdRuZ7M/s320/IMG_3103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont wish that life is a box of chocolates. i dont like inconsistency, unpredictable things and cluelessness of tomorrow. i lived my life planned and schedule. not being OA like i planned for the month, but basically i plan my whole week. i have been like this since then, if my mental notebook would be seen it would show lots of things that i plan minute by minute. i study by excat hours, or i used to study.hahaha..anyway, these past few months of my life, i learned to live by expecting things. not living on my planned life but living as if im anticipitating all sorts. this is very good. from my last entry, i had some psych dilemma, now i know hot to deal with it. learn to ANTICIPATE and expect, so that when that happens, you wont be as wounded as it would when you least expected it....and up to know i still havnmt registered for my license..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-2372475001682794823?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/2372475001682794823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=2372475001682794823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2372475001682794823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2372475001682794823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-wish-that-life-is-box-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SNXASuq6frI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r-sMGSVL_TM/s72-c/IMG_3070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-8299965415290944877</id><published>2008-09-07T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:58:09.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to deal?!</title><content type='html'>when i was in college and high school, i firmly believe that i can separate and keep my personal life and acdemics away from each other. i mean, whatever happens in my personal life, my acads would never get affected. separate life as they are, i thought i have been doing good dealing with them differently, until just recently, i experienced one interesting psychological mechanism. i had some problem with my love one just last week, its so painful but i chose to be understanding and forgiving on the other hand. i thought i dealt with it fine like how i deal with my other concerns, i admitted to myself that i got hurt, but being angry wont lead you to anything. so there i was, not mourning and being OA for that, going to work, taking calls, just being normal, just normal. and then the week went by, i started having palpitations with no apparent reason, started being nervous for no reason at all, getting restless without any reason and my QA scores failed....the QA asked me if i have any problems, i told her none, my TL asked me whats bothering me, i told here none, and then i came to realize that i might have one. i told her everything, i told anj, i might have exprienced repression, the conscious denila nd hiding of painful experiences, but i said, i was not aware that i have one nor did i deny and pain im feeling. so it was suppression, unconscious hiding of it, and then psychosomatization for my physical symptoms. i was dead scared!..so what i did, i drank!..got drunk!!..threw up and tried to deal with it normally!..the good thing is, im busy so i wont be stucked up with pain that i thought should not be there. im now okay. we are now okay. everything should turn out well already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-8299965415290944877?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/8299965415290944877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=8299965415290944877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/8299965415290944877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/8299965415290944877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-deal.html' title='how to deal?!'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-1941626714143583920</id><published>2008-06-21T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:55:33.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stereotype</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph;&lt;br /&gt;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;TEXT-ALIGN: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It was not too long ago when the mere idea of being a call center agent crossed my mind and was battled with the stereotype perception of the public about them. Actually, I wanted to be one just to collect plenty of clothes for partying and going out, also, I always thought that I look good or to make it less boastful I look decent with business attires. So I with Tin and Anj armed with lots of resumes went to Alabang to try our luck on being employed. I always thought that being one is just easy, you get hired, get orientated for some time and take in calls after, that your sole purpose is to answer calls and help the customers, you do this every night, be a vampire, miss the fun and get your generous salary after. But I was wrong! Completely wrong. Like all other jobs out there, you first need to undergo strict training before they send you to the floors, and that’s approximately 4-6 weeks of basic, specific and advance training, but the good things is you get paid even when you’re not taking in calls yet. So basically, you get paid while listening to the company’s policies on the first few weeks, but get trained with the graveyard shift while still training on the next weeks. The stereotyped CSR job is far from reality. Yes, unfortunately speaking, you just need your good communication skills and rapport without any educational background needed to be hired. Like what I see, people there are heterogeneous, from fresh graduates like us, to professionals, teachers, old experienced men and women, college undergraduates and so many more from different fields. So what are you waiting for??...Apply now..haha.. I’ll be more glad to refer you…lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-1941626714143583920?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/1941626714143583920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=1941626714143583920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1941626714143583920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1941626714143583920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/06/stereotype.html' title='stereotype'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-759994483047845673</id><published>2008-06-08T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:46:31.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost writer</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you read the Sunday broadsheets? I came from a family of avid newspaper readers. My lolo would always have his daily news as he eats pandesal over a cup of coffee, criticizing the government and posting remarks and its implications to the nation. My uncles and dad brings those reading materials as they do number 2. I, on the other hand follows my favorite writers and columns as they write and talk about interest topics and life stories. My favorite Sunday broadsheet is the Philippine Star and the Philippine Daily Inquirer. Before we used to have only the Star delivered to us but due to my discontentment, I asked my mom to have the PDI delivered as well.&lt;br /&gt;            Today’s, June 8, 2008, news talked about different issues as usual but one issue keeps on being on everyone’s columns, the gay, same sex, homosexual and marriage cliché. So long have the world fought for the rights of different groups and so long have they appealed in the legal department of every nation to approve equality of rights. The California government just recently approved same sex marriage, Ellen and her girlfriend tied their knots already!! but the law making body is again making a petition to abolish it. I don’t care, I said. In one column that features letters of advice from readers, a letter from a soon to be married gay man ask if he has to tell his girlfriend about his true sexuality. The truth will set you free said the writer! It’s not the exact words but after how many paragraphs, it’s the bottom-line. Then there is this column about RULES inside the university campuses. One UP rep said, “over at UP….the very idea that we have rules is considered offensive to many students.” Instead of using the word “bawal” which is nowhere to be seen, they use the word “masama” instead. I dreamed of becoming a scholar, a UP student during my high school days and up until now wishes to continue medicine in UP but failed to utter any comments about this. In La Salle, rules are everywhere. In the De La Salle-Health Sciences Institute, where medicine, nursing, PT, midwifery and RT students spend their hospital bounded education, rules are every students identity. In the College of Nursing and Midwifery, ladies are required to have their hair made into a bun whenever they go the school, nails should be kept free from polishes and ears without earrings. Gentlemen are required to have their hair kept clean, earrings free from bling blings and white shoes polished everytime. Slippers like ipanema and havaianas were not allowed so as shorts, sandos and spag straps. Although these rules are to be followed strictly, most often than not, we find it entertaining not to follow. I remember wearing just my briefs instead of boxer shorts during our duty, comparing printed colored undies with my group mates while smacking each other’s butts. But rules are made to make distinctions from others. They were made for order and conformity of a community, thus making them responsible but sometimes rebellious. In those two broadsheets that I said, two different writers wrote in each columns why they blog. I almost thought that they are one. I’m still not sure, though, but I find it intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;            Newspapers are the window to reality. They give readers snapshots and headlines, the tip of an iceberg they always say, because the exciting part on an event is just what is featured, however the interesting part is still for you to uncover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-759994483047845673?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/759994483047845673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=759994483047845673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/759994483047845673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/759994483047845673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-writer.html' title='lost writer'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-573365979643956327</id><published>2008-06-02T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:08:00.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUM</title><content type='html'>It was four years ago when I first stepped into college life, excited and anxious just like any other fresh high school grad I walked through the roads of La Salle, feeling its fresh air courtesy of the numerous big trees that sends a feeling of being a character in those koreanovelas where Autumn leaves fall and are scattered all over, unfortunate if you were hit by a falling branch causing minor injuries on your beloved hairdo, feeling deprived of the luxuries of being an upper year nursing student where they stay on air-conditioned classrooms and are exposed on the ambiance of the hospital setting all year round. Anyway, freshman year ended with very little discomfort and brain injury….toot toot toot toot……..3 years after here am I now, with a degree BSN, waiting for something that will dictate my future and a BUM!...  But being active and can’t tolerate inactivity for such a long time, I decided to deviate from my line of career and try the call center world. Hahaha…. So am I ready??... I am not.. I lived my school life without having to commute to school and without suffering the hardships of getting into a jeepney or a bus, I learned to cross the highway when I went into college, I learned to commute very well on my first year but still unsure of my commuting skills up until now.. I often ask my mom for instructions about stuff, she got my birth certificate although I was the one who got my cedula and…and what else?..hahaha.. My resume does not have any job experience that I can be proud of, does not have any major company to be my credential… It is just a one-page description of my demographics and my educational background edited to fit a call center job instead of a nurse. Many people try so hard to get a job, I heard and I saw.. but I don’t know the reality. As they say, to see is to believe or should I say, to experience is to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-573365979643956327?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/573365979643956327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=573365979643956327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/573365979643956327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/573365979643956327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/06/bum.html' title='BUM'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-7597610547846431884</id><published>2008-04-19T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:07.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gucci gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SAoiW6j5WaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/frEUkENs2xE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190999297570199970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SAoiW6j5WaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/frEUkENs2xE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i read about DJ Montano and Brian Gorell's issue at the Inquirer last week....then last wednesday, my friend told me she slept late because she watched the GUCCI GANG at youtube...i made a mental note to search for it when i go home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are two different sides of the story...the blog &lt;a href="http://www.delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; , it's brian's expose about DJ and the gang is of course of brian's side..and the side of DJ who says the opposite of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just amusing to see people make a fuss about them, Gucci gang.. so what if they pretend to be elites and socialites? They have the means and the connections. So what if theyre the mainstays of embassy?? (lol..yo emba!) they can party!.. they came from luxurious families who brought them up to be like that..so what?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My point is, we live life the way we want to..so as others..we criticize and praise others and so are they...so why bother about the lifestyle of others if we have our own life to mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIVE AND LET LIVE/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-7597610547846431884?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/7597610547846431884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=7597610547846431884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7597610547846431884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7597610547846431884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/04/gucci-gang.html' title='gucci gang'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/SAoiW6j5WaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/frEUkENs2xE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-5020948397873562612</id><published>2008-04-01T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:07.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory traces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R_Ls5POteWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3j5SIfk6BYo/s1600-h/100_0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184466589141793122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R_Ls5POteWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3j5SIfk6BYo/s320/100_0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R_LsM_OteVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FbYB9Fs2YE0/s1600-h/100_0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in our life, it is not uncommon to experience ambivalence towards others and just stick to one person with all your heart and mind. you know the feeling of satisfaction and glee even though your not committed to each other? (btw, your an ex couple, but still act like one after 6 months since the breakup). it is weird i know, but we are just humans..we fall and hold on...we realize and  move on..but as psychologists says, experiences makes memory traces in our brain, thus, we dont forget conmpletely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-5020948397873562612?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/5020948397873562612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=5020948397873562612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/5020948397873562612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/5020948397873562612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/04/memory-traces.html' title='memory traces'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R_Ls5POteWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3j5SIfk6BYo/s72-c/100_0266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-401477071101057228</id><published>2008-03-17T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T01:32:49.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>university statue speak for themselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw this photo of the oblation statue with the banner that says "OUSTGMA" in it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wonder how the lasallian brothers would react if every statue of St. La Salle would wear the same banner..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-401477071101057228?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/401477071101057228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=401477071101057228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/401477071101057228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/401477071101057228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2008/03/university-statue-speak-for-themselves.html' title='university statue speak for themselves'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-5961975962715123312</id><published>2008-03-14T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:07.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177781799645107090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R9stHRxUU5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Jnze-0Z8dVA/s400/royal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R9su5RxUU8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/PZBLZ7xMM7U/s1600-h/toys(366_3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177783758150194114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R9su5RxUU8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/PZBLZ7xMM7U/s400/toys(366_3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R9suhxxUU7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kaKuJtyw4Sw/s1600-h/toys(389).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177783354423268274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R9suhxxUU7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kaKuJtyw4Sw/s400/toys(389).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R9st7xxUU6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/j6cvTjoOWJI/s1600-h/Ngeee(118).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177782701588239266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R9st7xxUU6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/j6cvTjoOWJI/s400/Ngeee(118).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;              It was two years ago (4 semesters and 2 summers) when 10 utterly different souls were destined to form the "BITCHES". It was summer of 2006, after the passing the the torturous qualifying exam and overcoming anatomy and microbiology when these people were grouped by the infamous BARLIS for their history of nursing, unknowingly, they were to spend the rest of their college life together. They barely knew each other, coming from different sections and group of friends, they never realize that these people would be the accomplices of their happiness and sorrow. Their junior year came and they discovered the hard truth, they would form an RLE group. At first like all other newborn group, chaos took place, unfriendliness was the denominator and bonding is not known. They always talk about each other at the back of that person, from getting pooped in their fabella duty to the mmdst taking in the community. More duties came and still, the bonding is not seen. Until their 1400 duty with FOJAS that they realized that they are gonna be the bitches. The bridge served as their ground for brain damaging soapie for beginners and stage for their hidden singing talents. Their theme song that time was i foprgot what it is, but its tony gonzaga's song, and all their might they reach the high notes. From then on, the bithes bonded for countless requirements and sleepless afternoons. They danced after a night of drinking, enjoyed the exclusivity of their dorm sessions and teased after getting drunk. They branded each other with codenames such as elephants and bitches, each having a distinct quality that portrays their codename. Fighting and bitching is nothing but normal, i think they are still adjusting, but in the end, they proved each other worng. They can be a good and a foreverlasting group. They can shine and would shine. All of them are cam whores.  The photos taken are their memories of each other. One of their accomplishments is producing a simple movie, "The physician in spite of himself". The schedule was tough, times were counted and energies are weak, they managed to aced the short skit. More bonding times came...they went to the beach...discovered secrets...and prayed to their patron, OUR LADY OF GUADALUPE. It is common for them to pray to the lady when they need something, from getting thgeir professors' karma, to simple things to getting their duty cancelled, they all prayed to her. They fought and bitched each other but before the day ends, it is resolved. They love to sing and dance, they had videos and photos in action. Vanity is the group's favorite. They all have there own share of vanity and gossips..One of them left for the states, they missed here but life has to o one so they just spend the nostalgic times talking about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The relationship that was formed is utterly long lasting. They may not see each other that often ike beofre and would not see each other as often like before, they know in each others hearts and minds that the BITCHES would always be the BITCHES and even though they leave lasalle, their roots would be the foundation of their deep friendship. xoxo love elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R9ssuhxUU4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/avFZ-vvTVic/s1600-h/royal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-5961975962715123312?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/5961975962715123312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-678477908650737068</id><published>2008-03-02T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:09.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuckups ASCEND-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uDGhJ9JDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/byXwO_Ozo4M/s1600-h/IMG_2554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173372744967726130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uDGhJ9JDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/byXwO_Ozo4M/s320/IMG_2554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who said good boys don't flirt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uCyhJ9JCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RczQW8Ubj1A/s1600-h/IMG_2533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173372401370342434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uCyhJ9JCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RczQW8Ubj1A/s320/IMG_2533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; drink up ladies and gentleman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uCcRJ9JBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DBD7Wx-uFic/s1600-h/IMG_2523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173372019118253074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uCcRJ9JBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DBD7Wx-uFic/s320/IMG_2523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uCNRJ9JAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/G2QC0fDtNjA/s1600-h/IMG_2484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173371761420215298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uCNRJ9JAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/G2QC0fDtNjA/s320/IMG_2484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pre party looks...who said these girls aren't hot nurses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uBdBJ9I-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XnpoXB8SlyE/s1600-h/IMG_2486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173370932491527138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uBdBJ9I-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XnpoXB8SlyE/s320/IMG_2486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only thorn among the luscious roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uA8BJ9I9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-lUTY3B6uYE/s1600-h/IMG_2488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173370365555844050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8uA8BJ9I9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-lUTY3B6uYE/s320/IMG_2488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; club ascend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday night after your finals week of your last semester of college is to die for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to ascend with the stuckups...too bad not all of us where there..but anyway, the party has to be enjoyed...had fun..total fun...love yah stuckies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-678477908650737068?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/678477908650737068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=678477908650737068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-4948008875507271193</id><published>2008-02-29T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:09.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped in the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8i-ExJ9I7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2D6_eR52Hy4/s1600-h/Ngeee(119)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172593161158861746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8i-ExJ9I7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2D6_eR52Hy4/s320/Ngeee(119)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a glimpse of the historic past of san lazaro walls and the vibrant and lively present generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-4948008875507271193?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R8i-ExJ9I7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2D6_eR52Hy4/s72-c/Ngeee(119)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-5823294024612507934</id><published>2008-02-16T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:09.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grey's anatomy LA SALLE VERSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R7cJW3CKE7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/XO62YBx4nAI/s1600-h/Image142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167609385765704626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R7cJW3CKE7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/XO62YBx4nAI/s320/Image142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R7cI1HCKE6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qp8aVJs79J8/s1600-h/Image095+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167608805945119650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R7cI1HCKE6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qp8aVJs79J8/s320/Image095+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this pose is never planned.but we always wear those face masks...we always hang out at the triage area whenever we are not busy..our professor saw us in this formation and laughed and took our picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-5823294024612507934?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/5823294024612507934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R7cJW3CKE7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/XO62YBx4nAI/s72-c/Image142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-1787718262787037195</id><published>2008-02-02T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:42:22.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the weekends where we watch a movie...sleep together....eat together...cuddle and talk....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the sleepless night where we talk until we fall asleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss everything,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-1787718262787037195?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-1249000050362139797</id><published>2008-01-16T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:09.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R44wTlKejZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/J5ecqOOdo8k/s1600-h/toys(688)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156111736337501586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R44wTlKejZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/J5ecqOOdo8k/s320/toys(688)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there are times in our life where we have to step into the next step of the ladder...live the present and treat the past as our teacher...go on with our lives and be a better person..thank that once in our lives we lived that moment...thus, it is moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am writing this to let go of my bitternes. we all know that it is inevitbale but with our maturity and realization we will get over it. breath deeply...in and out...imagine all those negativities going away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not bitter..not anymore..im grateful things happen to me..im grateful i knew people..but i with this comes risks of regret and anticipations of happines..either way, we must be thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-1249000050362139797?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/1249000050362139797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=1249000050362139797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-3725783084531388680</id><published>2007-12-27T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:26:06.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>code blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3SD9QoKCkUAADi@xHY1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3SD9QoKCkUAADi@xHY1/68432501_87b91d0768.jpg?et=S0VGfsnHqnUPT3Ho%2BglAPw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;in a relationship, there would come a time where one or both of you would need some space, because your too familiar with each other, always there like 24/7 and so on, you tend to get used to and be fed up with the presence of each other..and saving your relationship would be the action to be done. in the hospital setting, we call this CODE BLUE or cardio respiratory arrest, wherein the medical team do all they can to cave the life of the patient. in love, one of the partners would save it and the other would be the patient. intubation would be vital just like talking abuot this and that. the openness  to each other gives airway and breathing to the dying rel. it enables them to release and talk about their concerns. the epinephrines are the efforts that you put to revive the dying heart. it is the extra sweetness despite the coldness. it is the indifference despite reality. it is the understanding despite pain. it is love despite death. simultaneously, the external compression that we put to circulate blood all over the body, it is the reality that bites us every step we take, we all know that external compression is dangerous, it could fracture the sternum, bruise the chest and might give a mind blowing chest pain after. the efforts that we make, the steps that we take and all the things that we do could be just a pain that we save unknowingly. saving a relationship is code blue. code blue might save the life of the patient but is still unsure of its outcome. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;often, we wish we could just sign the dnr form and let us die. but life doesnt end with one love. we knew people. we might fall inlove again. but CODE BLUE would always be there no matter what.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-3725783084531388680?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/3725783084531388680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=3725783084531388680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R2-cbVKejYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DvTbzkD3kRo/s1600-h/l.p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147504892459257218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R2-cbVKejYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DvTbzkD3kRo/s320/l.p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i couldnt remember the last time i spent christmas dinner and christmas day with my dad. he's in china and as we all know they don't have christian holidays there so holidays like ours isn't a big deal like their chinese new year. so here i am, turning 20 on the 4th of january and couldnt recall a christmas moment with my dad. i know it's work. but sometimes i feel regretful when i realize that i couldn't think of a christmas holiday that i'm with him personally. it is not that he doesnt go home, he does, but not on christmas, often when school's over so he could spent time with us. i wish that before i finally mature (i'd be graduating this march and hopefully get a job afterwards) i would have a memorable christmas dinner and day with him. i remember years ago that my mom and my sisters would pose for a picture with a poster that says "merry christmas daddy, we love you"...it's the time when cellphones and emails arent as popular as now..i know he misses us and would love to spend this night and tomorrow with us..i know that he wanted us to remember a christmas moment with him..i know someday we will..i miss you dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-6492635338302918650?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/6492635338302918650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=6492635338302918650&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-260738832314110912</id><published>2007-12-22T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:10.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>history</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R2zn1FKejXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bYO576nakDA/s1600-h/IMG_1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146743373282839922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R2zn1FKejXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bYO576nakDA/s320/IMG_1981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes we fall inlove to someone whos not sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we give everything we can..show our feelings to the fullest, make them feel that they are the best person in the world and yet we feel uncontented to what they are showing us. i know it's not right to expect when you give but when your philosophy about the universe is yin and yang and fairness, you end up shattered and haunted by the ghost of yesterday (your past experiences)..history can repeat itself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-260738832314110912?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/260738832314110912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=260738832314110912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/260738832314110912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/260738832314110912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/12/history.html' title='history'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/R2zn1FKejXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bYO576nakDA/s72-c/IMG_1981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-995577805748910778</id><published>2007-12-11T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T06:32:22.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold remedy</title><content type='html'>inspired by reva's post in multiply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, we travelled aguinaldo hway, coastal road, roxas blvd and way to sta cruz to fabella hospital for our 10-6 PICU duty. i never anticipated that i would be having my duty in the wee hours of the night when everyone is playing in lala-land. armed with 2 shots of sachet coffee in my starbs tumbler and lots of kwentos with the bitches, we enjoyed and glazed at the magnificent lights along the road. who said night travel is bad?! it is in fact the best travel time i did. i was so amazed with the balls in different colors hanging in mid air, feeling sentimental and nostalgic especially this season. i missed those days. 3 nights of it would really have you searching for it after. this is change. a change in the umc routine. a change in environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-995577805748910778?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/995577805748910778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=995577805748910778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/995577805748910778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/995577805748910778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/12/cold-remedy.html' title='cold remedy'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-1071257407094222815</id><published>2007-12-11T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T06:46:18.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://jotjot88.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R16iSgoKCkUAAH6A0w41"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.jotjot88.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R16iSgoKCkUAAH6A0w41/toys015.jpg?et=H09pODp7f1nucm7DtSv24g&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;last week, we travelled aguinaldo hway, coastal road, roxas blvd and way to sta cruz to fabella hospital for our 10-6 PICU duty. i never anticipated that i would be having my duty in the wee hours of the night when everyone is playing in lala-land. armed with 2 shots of sachet coffee in my starbs tumbler and lots of kwentos with the bitches, we enjoyed and glazed at the magnificent lights along the road. who said night travel is bad?! it is in fact the best travel time i did. i was so amazed with the balls in different colors hanging in mid air, feeling sentimental and nostalgic especially this season. i missed those days. 3 nights of it would really have you searching for it after. this is change. a change in the umc routine. a change in environment.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-1071257407094222815?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/1071257407094222815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=1071257407094222815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1071257407094222815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1071257407094222815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/12/cold-remedy_11.html' title='cold remedy'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-8930831409874752112</id><published>2007-11-30T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T03:38:43.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im sickly..</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.filipinolesbian.blogspot.com/"&gt;joyjoy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick your month of birth.&lt;br /&gt;4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them.(ayaw ko i follow ito)hehehe&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the person who tagged you know when you've done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of january....&lt;strong&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Knows how to make others happy&lt;/strong&gt;. Quiet unless excited or tensed&lt;strong&gt;. Rather reserved. Highly attentive.&lt;/strong&gt; Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. &lt;strong&gt;Romantic but has difficulties expressing love&lt;/strong&gt;. Loves children. &lt;strong&gt;Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twelve Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4859474133673659070"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-8930831409874752112?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/8930831409874752112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=8930831409874752112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/8930831409874752112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/8930831409874752112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-sickly.html' title='im sickly..'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-1464671606397249745</id><published>2007-11-18T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:10.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sneakers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rz_x0Jt6vkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SQIvrgeXKE0/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134087978489658946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rz_x0Jt6vkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SQIvrgeXKE0/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how often do you wear your sneakers???they're comfy, affordable and nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how much do you love them???what colors do you have???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-1464671606397249745?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/1464671606397249745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=1464671606397249745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1464671606397249745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1464671606397249745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/11/sneakers.html' title='sneakers...'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rz_x0Jt6vkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SQIvrgeXKE0/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-3047652645647467167</id><published>2007-11-07T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:17:00.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.spacezapper.com/fl/holderMed.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" salign="l" flashvars="swfFile=bob_marley&amp;m=210196226226244066102222202066220224222234210066198196198244094094094&amp;o1=2&amp;o2=2" width="450" height="163" name="Bob Marley"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fall for someone who lives across the sea,&lt;br /&gt;is a sacrifice day and night..&lt;br /&gt;to give your heart to someone you love..&lt;br /&gt;is the best thing that our hearts could feel..&lt;br /&gt;despite the profound distance...&lt;br /&gt;they will still love each other completely..&lt;br /&gt;love yah baby..&lt;br /&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/8047863-3047652645647467167?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/3047652645647467167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=3047652645647467167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/3047652645647467167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/3047652645647467167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/11/love.html' title='love..'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-4640452782978463370</id><published>2007-10-28T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:38:09.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pardon to the nation</title><content type='html'>the recent ERAP pardon has not sunk into my mind until this morning when i read yesterdays sunday broadsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would agree with patricia evangelista that "this pardon doesn't mean stability, or healing, or justice. It is Estrada's middle finger shoved up the country's collective consciousness, but it's happened so often that it feels almost normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the country's law makers, the leaders and the law itself was overpowered by the selfish will of a big time social criminal!! there are thousands of criminals (accussed and proven guilty) who are imprisoned in low class prison jails, most often, when proven guilty, being humane and caring is forgotten. ordinary lawbreakers satisfy themselves with overflowing lugaw, harsh treatment, unsanitary restrooms, jampacked cells, cold and wet floors and the worst retribution that can be given to a criminal. take note that they somehow experience this all regardless of the gravity and extent of their crime, from robbery to murder, from physical abuse to rape. and here comes mr. estrada, proven by the highest court in the country in the eyes of all it's people, sitting and enjoying a "simple life" in his tanay home. i daresay that it wasnt even a detention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how in your proper mind and without any internal arrangement would you give presidential pardon to someone who showered himself with the money of the nation while millions of the pinoys are thinking where to get there next meal or if they would survive tomorrow. what came into the mind of our president to grant him that pardon that is tantamount to taking forgranted the crimes that he have done. the law applies to everyone no matter what. but the law fails to cover the high ends of the society. those that approves and makes it are now excused. how come a proven guilty criminal with not just one criminal case did not suffer like those in city jail and muntinlupa jail and those that is guilty with physical abuse suffers like hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the cost of JUSTICE in the Philippines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is degrading to think that the bloodstained land of our country is the nest of unjust and incompetent law people.&lt;br /&gt;that the people we expect to give proper punishements would just paperdolls and followers of their hailed hero.&lt;br /&gt; it is a slap in the faces of the parents of those littlekids who wants to become lawyers and politicians someday.&lt;br /&gt;it is shameful to our ancestors who fought for justice and equality to see this unjust disregard of a major crime.&lt;br /&gt;it is a demolition of the people's pride from revolutions and peaceful organizations of the thoughts of the concerns.&lt;br /&gt;it is tantamount to erasing edsa revs in our history books.&lt;br /&gt;it is an official announcement that our government patronizes robbers of the national properties, straight from the pockets of the poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, but the governent will have to make a major change before we could even reach the start of stability, healing and justice, and so far and as of now, that start is not on their plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-4640452782978463370?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/4640452782978463370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=4640452782978463370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/4640452782978463370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/4640452782978463370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/10/pardon-to-nation.html' title='pardon to the nation'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-2937356234526867339</id><published>2007-10-25T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:10.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RyF32BvMoXI/AAAAAAAAADs/C5jHIHk2T3k/s1600-h/w.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125509620987371890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RyF32BvMoXI/AAAAAAAAADs/C5jHIHk2T3k/s400/w.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i finished watching GREYS ANATOMY season 3..and for those that have not watched it or is still watching it..stop!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like what addison montgomery said to karev &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"we do not get unlimited chances to get that things that we want, dont miss a chance that could change your life."...ganda no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the raise for being the chief of surgery wa so exciting.. i think addison would be a great chief of surgery but it turned out that the chief wanted derek to be his replacement and not burke which is his first choice. but derek doesnt want to be the the choice....i hope bailey gets the job since she didnt get the chief resident surgery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-yang and burke's wedding didnt happen!&gt;..i was so shocked...burke is such an asshole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-im really looking forward to the 4th season...so nakakabitin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. my friend told me that cockfighting is in our culture as well as corruption...i told him im against cockfighting, its cruelty to animals. even though we eat it and cook it, we dont play with it until it dies like sabong....i told him, its degrading to hear that a foul act (corruption) is a part of our culture no matter what, we all know that culture is what binds us and it is the heritage from our ancestors and to the next generations..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-2937356234526867339?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/2937356234526867339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=2937356234526867339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2937356234526867339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2937356234526867339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-stuff.html' title='fun stuff'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RyF32BvMoXI/AAAAAAAAADs/C5jHIHk2T3k/s72-c/w.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-4438717725533995355</id><published>2007-10-15T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:11.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stereotypical love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RxNGzFtyQTI/AAAAAAAAADc/UXZd35m2KoI/s1600-h/toys(803)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121515044771873074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RxNGzFtyQTI/AAAAAAAAADc/UXZd35m2KoI/s320/toys(803)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we often assume that love is sweet..honest..perfect and ideal...but we forget to include its bitternes. the poison that is coated with its superficial sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is not what we always thought it is...just take for example those MISMATCH couples.the movies show us picture perfect couples but realty presents us with the opposite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;same sex relationships...they may say its not long lasting but there are some that are really strong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love may be so complicated but just enjoy the moment..dont live yesterday or tomorrow but live today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-4438717725533995355?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/4438717725533995355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=4438717725533995355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/4438717725533995355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/4438717725533995355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/10/stereotypical-love.html' title='stereotypical love..'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RxNGzFtyQTI/AAAAAAAAADc/UXZd35m2KoI/s72-c/toys(803)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-1035868790821212230</id><published>2007-09-08T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:36:50.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bench is beauty</title><content type='html'>i practically was brought up with the name BENCH at our household..my dad works for Ben Chan's brother..so he always bring me to BENCH whenever we comes home from China. I remember that when i needed a new polo shirt for the babtism of my cousin, i went to Bench to get a new Blue polo shirt but was scolded by my grandma because of my "kaartehan". but every now and then, and whenever i go to the malls. i never fail to vist BENCH. although their designs are nnot my type anymore, i still wish that i would one day get a new pair of shirt or whatever. their scents are great. i used atlantis before, who doesnt?! then dad gave me wired..my first ever perfume that lasted for a year since i wasnt that fragance conscious. then theres their slippers..i love them..those flipflops are relaxing to the feet. then i love their caps..i think i have a few and wouldlove to buy new ones again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-1035868790821212230?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-1825570109263323941</id><published>2007-09-07T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:40:59.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitterness and denial</title><content type='html'>discovry and realization is the first stage of a breakup. discovery of the unfaithfulness is like a BOLUS fast IV push of penicilin...like splash of ice cold fucking water...and an incision without anesthesia..to discover is to swallow all your dreams for the two of you. then denial would come next..apathetic on all the events. seems nothing happened. the feelings are so heavy that you think your gonna be somatized. i cant breath and speak. but after it, the tears would flood the room. endless tears and blaming. rationalization of what he did and such but then you'd realize with the comfort of your friends that reality bites but you deserve better. stupidity is the common ilnes of intelligent people.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-1825570109263323941?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/1825570109263323941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=1825570109263323941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1825570109263323941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1825570109263323941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/09/bitterness-and-denial.html' title='bitterness and denial'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-7325992770123808455</id><published>2007-08-26T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T02:10:36.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>love is all about confusion..&lt;br /&gt;we always think that the brghtest of signs are of what we see at the moment, but remember that these stars are just floaters in the vast universe. when you'll look behind these shining elements, you'll realize how ambiguous these blinding stars are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the solar system has one sun that provides it with day and night, happiness and sorrow and smiles and frowns..but the eart doesn't revolve only in the sun. it still has numerous and thousands of stars awaiting for it's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if another star provides the life that you need and want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-7325992770123808455?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/7325992770123808455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=7325992770123808455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7325992770123808455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7325992770123808455'/><link rel='alternate' 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tito who told me that i would be climbing network towers and fix it if i'm gonna be one, then on my senior year in HS, i suddenly wanted to become a nurse, of course from the influence of many influenece..hahaha..(i know it's grammatically incorrect). anyway, i applied in lasalle for nursing,ECE and brodjourn as my choices. then i got into nursing, but not into ECE.hahaha.i was not disappointed though because it wasn't my first choice and i really don't plan to take it but it makes me laugh when i  remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im on my senior year in nursing, and as they say, lasallian nurses are tough and well holistic. hahaha. i wouldn't daresay and wouldn't allow anyone to say that nursing in lasalle is easy. it is HARD! NURSING is hard at least. hahaha. and it's expensive. im not sure about the tution fees in UST and UP but ours is quite expensive. it's worth it i'd say. no hassles for vehicles to rent etc. anyway, then i wanted to become a US nurse, this and that.....the usual filipino dream, but that wouldnt be the epitome of my professional growth. i want to become a doctor, a dermatologist. i would want to work as a nurse until im 30 then go to med school. by the time im 40, id be a derma..hahaha..that's my plans...and let god and my ambition help me achieve my standard of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-4041524417566146412?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/4041524417566146412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=4041524417566146412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/4041524417566146412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/4041524417566146412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/08/standards-of-living.html' title='standards of living'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-2612766571794571522</id><published>2007-08-04T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T04:36:38.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deathly hallows..</title><content type='html'>if you have not read the 7th and last installment of the HP series...don't continue..&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want any comments and spoilers..don't continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished reading the book..and to my dismay and furiousness..i just can't stop thinking if Rowling should make another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  im really glad that Ron andHermione got married 19 yers after....the same with Harry and Ginny..&lt;br /&gt;-i was thrilled with Harry and Ginny's children:Albus Severus, Lily and James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Voldemort died at last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can do magic as well...seems interesting..hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-2612766571794571522?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/2612766571794571522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=2612766571794571522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2612766571794571522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2612766571794571522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/08/deathly-hallows.html' title='deathly hallows..'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-1545289662611770459</id><published>2007-07-29T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:11.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>criticism over a good book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RqxQacste7I/AAAAAAAAADU/-Oh38rfhMLw/s1600-h/sss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092533693959732146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RqxQacste7I/AAAAAAAAADU/-Oh38rfhMLw/s320/sss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have been in&lt;/span&gt; intrigued with the good remarks about this book and i managed to borrow a copy from Nats. I was so eager to read it, just as i am with HP7 but i was disappointed as i go on with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's look into the good side of this book first:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-its educatioanl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-interesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lesson bounded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-God inspired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-inpiring (ano pa nga ba?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but what i don't like about this are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-it is monotonous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-slow pacing events&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-boring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im a broad reader but it just fails my expectations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-1545289662611770459?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/1545289662611770459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=1545289662611770459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1545289662611770459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/1545289662611770459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/07/criticism-over-good-book.html' title='criticism over a good book'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RqxQacste7I/AAAAAAAAADU/-Oh38rfhMLw/s72-c/sss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-6339809879786629008</id><published>2007-05-18T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:03:23.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>visual dna..</title><content type='html'>i got this link from joyjoy....so i tried it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#343466&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-37B19502.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=art is the xepression from within affected by external factors..&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=listening quietly is my trip...&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_276D3B22.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=chocolates are my passion except in the mornings&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-799E8223.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=freedon is mixing work with leisure..&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-536C6BFB.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=i just dont like the image..&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=your mind,heart,body and soul aligns to like one person&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_045A8238.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=im impulsive but kuripot.&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=neat yet stylish&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2C9D8418.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=i like to buy things..see the fruit of my savings&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=i want to travel..given the chance ill go around the world&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1121B912.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=the beach is relaxing..perfect for tanning and cuddling&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5562BF4.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=i just love coffee&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_5C1B12D6.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=just plain nature...forest..transparent and predicatble..&amp;moodlabel=DREAMER&amp;amp;lovelabel=NICE N? 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width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-7860157689464138114</id><published>2007-05-05T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:11.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>corals at stake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rj0o8hi94EI/AAAAAAAAADE/VIA9BHrDJto/s1600-h/s.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061246576496599106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rj0o8hi94EI/AAAAAAAAADE/VIA9BHrDJto/s320/s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; this, people of the blogging world is one of the greatest coral reef shot that i got from yahoo. who knows how many years back when this photo was taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061247757612605522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rj0qBRi94FI/AAAAAAAAADM/IpaMwRChCGI/s320/hb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this on the other hand is what is happening on present times. one place to be exact is in zamboanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i saw from jessica soho's tv show last night this awful reality. the badjaos, the watermen and a native of zamboanga , dives at a depth of 40 feet and gets corals of every kind to sell to businessmen for export. now people may have weird jobs but what shocked me was its cheap value, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10php for an average sized coral. those coral reefs took a hundred years to for, hundred generation to build and have endured countless storms and sunshine. they have witnessed sea miracles, saw countless sea creatures feed on them and made their most feeble way to propagate themselves little by little over a centuries time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;now im calling upon those who wanted to make changes, the candidates for this election.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you, lawmakers should put some attention on what is happening and not on what you wanted to happen always. it is sad to say that our rich and beloved philippines resources would just be a history in the near future if no actions would take place. those minute and sparse coral harvesting might not be an obvious problem but once we put it all together, the damaged would be seen. take actions like how you promised and said it. think of the children who wantedto enjoy the view of those corals in person and not just in the books and magazines. think of the effort of mother earth tp build those for the benefit of all. think of God's blessing and how you would value it. and for one time, dont think of what youre gonna get if you'd put an end on those illegal actions but what youre people would get instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-7860157689464138114?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/7860157689464138114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=7860157689464138114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7860157689464138114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7860157689464138114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/05/corals-at-stake.html' title='corals at stake'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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like a friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Care for it and it stays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take it forgranted and it leaves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it’s just a talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you’ve told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to god he hears you and&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you’ve followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he’ll say he’s just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (2)&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (2)&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-8405356932096415526?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/8405356932096415526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-6617389296197774780</id><published>2007-04-01T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:12.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is the amount of faith?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rg94DOd0wOI/AAAAAAAAACk/ADITn4XRwmo/s1600-h/toys(0718).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048385704123744482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rg94DOd0wOI/AAAAAAAAACk/ADITn4XRwmo/s320/toys(0718).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the annual palm sunday celebration symbolizes the people's readiness to welcome God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But could we really measure our readiness to welcome God by just bringing palaspas and such on churches?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; by re enacting what happened? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by buying many palaspas and displaying it at our altars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this mere re enactment of history is just a sign that we are capable of accepting and welcoming God, regardless of what we need to buy, there is the objective and thought that we love God and we're ready to follow him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did you start your holy week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-6617389296197774780?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rg94DOd0wOI/AAAAAAAAACk/ADITn4XRwmo/s72-c/toys(0718).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-7936737913303909280</id><published>2007-03-30T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:12.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monochromaticty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rgz5SOd0wNI/AAAAAAAAACc/YuCzhjlPmUc/s1600-h/OR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047683373891633362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rgz5SOd0wNI/AAAAAAAAACc/YuCzhjlPmUc/s400/OR.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;monochromaticity...is there such a word?? well anyway. i mean how would you like to live a life full of free flowingness? wherein there are no blockages and mountains and stones..wherein evrything runs smoothly according to each other. they dont compliment but just do there own job without ruining the other. commensalism if im not mistaken. it is fun to live a life like that. one things goes right and  the other as well. no negativity. the monochromaticity of life is where we act as a whole for everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whats your monochrome?? mines orange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-7936737913303909280?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/7936737913303909280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=7936737913303909280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-7403811691511956998</id><published>2007-03-23T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T05:19:46.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hp fever</title><content type='html'>harry potter book 7???]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter 5 the movie???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so excited!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-7403811691511956998?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/7403811691511956998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=7403811691511956998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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substantial factor in maintaining a good one..a prerequisite of..trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that would eradicate fear of loss, unfaithfulness and infidelity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite word of everyone..we all lie..white lies..black lies..some are revealed, some are concealed..but as they say, all secrets would be revealed eventually..but what hurts most is being lied upon face to face behind your back by someone you trust and someone your honest with. you thought that people around are being honest.but you'll discover their dark lies no matter how hard they try to conceal it.the sad things is, you gave your everything, you start to give your everything and you plan to give your everything when you discover that SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-5435589855834764627?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-4230301443193698057</id><published>2007-03-09T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:12.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairytales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RfIQdn777-I/AAAAAAAAACI/Q-CLwGGqdBw/s1600-h/eolty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040109034103631842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RfIQdn777-I/AAAAAAAAACI/Q-CLwGGqdBw/s400/eolty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RfIQLX7779I/AAAAAAAAACA/kLeQNqdeCrA/s1600-h/rolaytl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040108720571019218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="346" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RfIQLX7779I/AAAAAAAAACA/kLeQNqdeCrA/s400/rolaytl.JPG" width="459" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you believe in fairytales? do you believe in real life princes andprincesses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dream of becoming a royalty someday.. of crowns..and castles..and horses...hahahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats why this dream was our inspiration for our recent case presentation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine end stage renal disease being presented as the love story of a prince and the maid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-4230301443193698057?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/4230301443193698057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=4230301443193698057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/4230301443193698057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/4230301443193698057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/03/fairytales.html' title='fairytales'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RfIQdn777-I/AAAAAAAAACI/Q-CLwGGqdBw/s72-c/eolty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-2782021013314011758</id><published>2007-02-28T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:12.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first blog entry..2nd blogsite..im keeping it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/ReZPAubjISI/AAAAAAAAABs/yZrkzG8DHns/s1600-h/.toys.(078).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036800107142652194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/ReZPAubjISI/AAAAAAAAABs/yZrkzG8DHns/s320/.toys.(078).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today would commence the start of my multiply blogging..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to "teej" ill be busying myself with this and blogger&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 2 bottles of beer and 3 doughnuts=unforgettable night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was given this pasalubong doughnuts from krispy kreme by...i thought i was not gonna be liked but i assumed that i was wrong. i enjoyed spending the night with you. i i cherished the conversations that we had and would have..nagulat ako when i visited your blog, my picture was there..lol..im always here for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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it..'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/ReZPAubjISI/AAAAAAAAABs/yZrkzG8DHns/s72-c/.toys.(078).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-4559944714154301117</id><published>2007-02-21T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:13.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ash...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rdzbra-3UsI/AAAAAAAAABg/8yK5pV0qVNg/s1600-h/uy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034140022517224130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Rdzbra-3UsI/AAAAAAAAABg/8yK5pV0qVNg/s320/uy.JPG" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ashes to ashes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dust to dust....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did you receive the sign of the cross??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-4559944714154301117?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/4559944714154301117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-7246614252059387069</id><published>2007-02-14T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T03:09:15.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emily rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a part of being a student nurse is you get to experience UNFORGETTABLE AND MEMORABLE EXPERIENCES while your in the area. some are iunteresting, mostly funny, but some are nerve breaking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this morning, while i was taking the bp of a patient with seizure precautions, she started jerking mildly. i know that i have to give diazepam PRN(meaning when needed) but i dont know if its the right time. so while the relatives are holding her, i rushed out of the room and called my CI. she just asked me to support ehr and the nurse arrives and prepared the diazepam. but after that, she still had her seizure episodes. some major..some just minors..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was shock at first..i have not seen a patient having a seizure. but after several episodes with her, i have maintained my composure even though my hands are knocking painfully at the foot of the bed whenever she kicks..hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sabi nga ng CI ko. Naka ngiti pa raw ako kahit na nagsei2zure na siya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-7246614252059387069?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/7246614252059387069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=7246614252059387069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7246614252059387069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/7246614252059387069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/02/emily-rose.html' title='emily rose'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-2235249625205043070</id><published>2007-02-12T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:13.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost at lovapalooza..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RdA9R6-3UrI/AAAAAAAAABM/I2NglTgzGoE/s1600-h/02_10_07_2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030588161872843442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RdA9R6-3UrI/AAAAAAAAABM/I2NglTgzGoE/s320/02_10_07_2039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the close up lovapalooza stage...its kinda small..kasi super zoom na yan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RdA89q-3UqI/AAAAAAAAABE/-Knp_IV5oMk/s1600-h/02_11_07_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030587813980492450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RdA89q-3UqI/AAAAAAAAABE/-Knp_IV5oMk/s320/02_11_07_0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the kissmark!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to close up's world record breaking event..the 2007 LOVAPALOOZA...me and abbie pretended as a couple so we can get in..but forced them to go out becore the clock strikes 12!!...hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love is all around???...how would you spend your valentines day??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-2235249625205043070?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/2235249625205043070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=2235249625205043070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2235249625205043070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/2235249625205043070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/02/almost-at-lovapalooza.html' title='almost at lovapalooza..'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RdA9R6-3UrI/AAAAAAAAABM/I2NglTgzGoE/s72-c/02_10_07_2039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-6719751436001201965</id><published>2007-02-07T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T05:23:37.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deranged..</title><content type='html'>ive been having emotional episodes this past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotional attacks of  disappointement...infatuation and  stupidity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is there infatution that kills probable love on the spot???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does people come all of a sudden and meet your expectations and leaves you empty handed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we get envy when our past had become happy and youre not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we feel insecure when they find a new one incomparible to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why??? why am i so stupid??..is it just like when i was i kid and start asking my dad and mom for things when i cant get it myself??its not..because first of all..im now mature..i think so..but in the end..ill always end up getting advices from my dad and mom and searching for a good shoulder to lean on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-6719751436001201965?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/6719751436001201965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=6719751436001201965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RbK14P6kRJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sjqYskfJ19U/s1600-h/136533135l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022276512421004434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RbK14P6kRJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sjqYskfJ19U/s320/136533135l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RbK1uf6kRII/AAAAAAAAAAg/fNu5N9i4omg/s1600-h/954470335l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022276344917279874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RbK1uf6kRII/AAAAAAAAAAg/fNu5N9i4omg/s320/954470335l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RbK1hP6kRHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PEsoH9tS2EY/s1600-h/970144532l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022276117284013170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RbK1hP6kRHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PEsoH9tS2EY/s320/970144532l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WARNING: POSES ARE QUITE EXPLICIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to get off from tiredness and stress????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAKE PICTURES....thanks leslie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How to you manage stress???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-6218983714607114359?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/6218983714607114359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=6218983714607114359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/6218983714607114359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/6218983714607114359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2007/01/tired-and-stressed-out.html' title='tired and stressed out'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/RbK14P6kRJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sjqYskfJ19U/s72-c/136533135l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-8898062976710672984</id><published>2007-01-13T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:14.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Raifj_6kRGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4wzDoRn1oo/s1600-h/f.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019437225505735778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Raifj_6kRGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4wzDoRn1oo/s320/f.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night, me and my dear friends (fellow nursing students) went to mall of asia to watch the world pyrolympics..thanks to the god damn traffic that we ended up parking before we even reached the mall. but it was all worth it, i got to catch some vids and pics of the actual magnificent fireworks on my phone but i still cant upload it in my pc.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway life is like fireworks..we have to feel every moment we see that magnificent color combination..treasure that memory forever for we are not sure what to expect next..enjoy and appreciate what we see  that time...for like life, it is bounded by time..nature controlled..far from reach..and powerful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like fireworks, lets enjoy every moment of our life..radiate our emotions and influence others..for we are not sure how long we are gonna last...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-8898062976710672984?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4okmYr6kj5s/Raifj_6kRGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4wzDoRn1oo/s72-c/f.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116834563182616001</id><published>2007-01-09T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T04:27:12.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post new years day post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/345586/Picture%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/320/674550/Picture%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/550339/Picture%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/320/398236/Picture%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not posting for some time..been busy...anyway...how did you celebrate you new year??&lt;br /&gt;well me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i wore red .hahaha..feeling lucky eh??&lt;br /&gt;-jumped..to get tall??&lt;br /&gt;-ate the first media noche with my family..&lt;br /&gt;-and of course got tipsied with my friends.....well...oh i miss them..these aremy childhood friends..my long time neighbors..weve know each other for like since we were kids and still dont know how to count..before, we used to sneak after the "putukan" so that we can have our own inuman but now..were all grown ups..almost all are at leagl age..working and soon to get off from college.sad thing iss were not complete.but still we did our new years eve tradition..the kainan and picture picture..&lt;br /&gt;btw..im now 19!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;how did you celebrate your new year??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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post..'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116696695619484202</id><published>2006-12-24T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T05:29:16.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a christmas tale..(reposted)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Permanent Link to a christmas tale(my christmas post)" href="http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-talemy-christmas-post.html" rel="bookmark"&gt;a christmas tale(my christmas post)&lt;/a&gt;Thursday, December 22, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the night two days before christmas, December 23rd five years after the millineum bug scared the world 2005, when the "Council of Legendary People" knew that SANTA CLAUS was diagnosed with acute tonsillitis due to the rampant dispersion of STREPTOCOCCUS bacteria in the north pole. Thus, he can't laugh in his usual christmas tone the all famous "HO HO HO, MERRY CHRISTMAS". It wouldn't just make any sense if he can't laugh with all his heart on that tone. We all know that it is one of the seasons most awaited things; eg. lights, christmas tree, gifts, angels. So there he was in his four pole bed covered with thick fur comforters suffering high fever with Mrs. Claus giving him a sponge bath and checking his temperature every hour. So the council, getting so much worried because it would be christmas eve tomorrow and all the presents for all the good boys and girls around he world are now ready to be delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the council called an emergency meeting with its members:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mother Nature-has no permanent address but you can text her.&lt;br /&gt;2. Father Time- can be found in every clock, 24/7&lt;br /&gt;3. Easter Rabbit- found in the Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;4. The Tooth Fairy- a guy with a tooth factory underground, all you have to do is stump your foot six hundred and ninety one times to call him&lt;br /&gt;5. Cupid- can be seen just flying around hopeless couples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there they were perusing the resumes of possible SANTA CLAUS this year. Then they found this one interesting boy named JOT. Hehehe.. Mother Nature found it and presented it to the council. Jot is a 17 year old boy, turing 18 on the 4th of January, a sophomore student of De La Salle University. He used to believe that there was really a Santa Claus until he was older that he assumed like everybody else that it was their parents who put gifts into their Christmas stockings. But really, he used to believe that there is this fat crazy man in red and white who travels around the world to give presents.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Jot who lives in the Philippines near the equator in the Tropic of Cancer was gazing in the heavens for no apparent reasons at all. He was getting crazy because of the nonstop carols of the children in the streets when he felt weird. He didnt hear any out of tune songs anymore, nor get distracted by the blinking of the light. He was sure that the time stopped. And yes he was correct. The council appeared before him with their great smiles, courtesy of the TOOTH FAIRY. Mother Nature explained to him what happened and was asking him a favor, to help the elves distribute the presents. Of, course not by him alone. So with glee and enthusiasm, he agreed and they went to the NORTH POLE, where he was asked to wear a trendy and coño cloak. Hehehe..He was totally amazed on the sight. It's not what the world have portrayed a Toy factory would be, its very magnificent and unbelievable. First there were train stations where elves come down carrying their bags and cases. Then a track of roping train tracks everywhere, speeding in the speed of light. Then as they go in, the factory was like an igloo, but so gigantic that king kong could live. It is made of glass and was decorated with colorful lights and trees around it. There were angels roaming around the air. Inside you could find sets of reindeers, all the same practcing their air stunts. Yes, Santa uses differnt sets every year..The set that wins the year's reindeer exhibition show gets to be with Santa on christmas eve. Then all the elves has a wand along with them, charming toys so that it would be very beautiful and pass the CHRISTMAS standards...Jot was nonchalantly being toured by the Council..Father Time as the tour guide..He was nonchalant as always..Then they arrive at Santa's office..a huge room with tellies all over..each for every kid aroubnd the world..so there were millions of tellies all over. Ecah telly is monitored by an elf, each equipped with a parchment and a feather pen...North Pole is really techie, Jot thought..Then all of a sudden..They heard a loud knocking..He was so sure that it wasnt part of the north pole...ice was breaking..tellies were breaking and everyone was panicking..and He heard it..jot jot jot!!!..it was her tita..ate maribel..leaving and saying goodbye..and he was awoken in his christmas dream...hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-116696695619484202?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/116696695619484202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=116696695619484202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116696695619484202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116696695619484202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-talereposted.html' title='a christmas tale..(reposted)'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116635292895234042</id><published>2006-12-17T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T03:00:30.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>highschool superstars!</title><content type='html'>last night me and my high school friends got together for a "parang christmas party" inuman..hosted by adel, the one in pink glasses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 3 years since we got together like this..and we really missed each others company..the best part of this was, we got to reminisce our HS life..just some of the topics we talked about and im sure you'll also have a similar experience back when you were still in HS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-teachers..from our GOD DAMN IT male teacher, commandant, 1week strike of our teachers to our section, furious teachers because of our so called "unbecoming" daw, punishments we received, arguing with them and ending up with a "SHUT UP MR.tooot" ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-exams that we failed, passed, aced and took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-gossips about former classmates and teachers..hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-COCC!!!!...one thing we all hate..from that roll to the left, roll to the right, to that carry the earth and slap you mouth 10x, to rebellion against officers, cor commander and commandant, criticism on how they execute commands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-porn movies weve watched...porn mags weve seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/15523/Picture%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/400/210772/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;adel,egy,jen,me,cez and maemae&lt;p align="center"&gt;-before we started the inuman.. most of us have changed since HS..from our points of views, clothes, vices etc etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/466044/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/400/208404/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adel, egy, me, crizel??, mae, cez and christian..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-compliments to adel's drinks, lady's adobo, cez/jen/adel's sioma at lumpia, and egy's pork sisig..at may pahabol pa..RICE..hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/853381/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/400/729455/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;egy, me, mae&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/629870/Picture%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/400/387868/Picture%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cez and me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-i just knew last night that she had her tongue pierced..cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/193293/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/400/748336/Picture%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;knyck, mich (inner portion) roi and egy (outer portion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/376902/Picture%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/400/219077/Picture%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;jen, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/518686/Picture%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/400/350978/Picture%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;egy cez jen &lt;p align="center"&gt;-after the inuman..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;even though were in separate places now, study in different schools and meet not that often..the memories of the past would always make me smile and would be treasured forever..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;who said high school life isn't the best part of your educatioal career??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-116635292895234042?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/116635292895234042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=116635292895234042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116635292895234042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116635292895234042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/12/highschool-superstars.html' title='highschool superstars!'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116624521813180139</id><published>2006-12-15T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:00:18.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back!!!!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first..im back..again im in the mood for endless blogging..ive missed blogging and bloghopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ladies and gentlemen...my RLE GROUPMATES...GROUP 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/997894/IMG_3392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/400/363408/IMG_3392.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;our no sweat pose &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;-why we did this? "say no to underarm sweat during community duty"..our uniform is so prone to sweat...the slightest heat would make a preschool wet stain on your underarm..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;RULE #1: raise your arm always and bring a fan with you! or just pray that the health center is airconditioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/297567/IMG_3391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/400/717120/IMG_3391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our telenovela pose... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;-we really love this picture..clang and rovie was supposedly the star of the telenovela but it turned out that me and guia got more of the camera's attention..hahaha. were supposed to be the couple's couple friend. im not sure about the roles of the others..but we did have a role in this picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/350451/IMG_3390_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/400/845223/IMG_3390_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7325/526/1600/588177/IMG_3390.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emotion-less snapshot.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-i edited it..hahaha..to make it more realistic..BW of our "ha?" pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was during one of our usual and "got used to it community duty" when we decided to goof around the cam while waiting for our ever dearest CI..being cam bitches...yeah were officially the bitches group.(we call each other bitch..hahaha).we posed immediately while nonchalant to the students and people walking by..thanks to our manong driver who took the gorgeous pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-116624521813180139?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/116624521813180139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=116624521813180139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116624521813180139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116624521813180139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back.html' title='im back!!!!!...'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116452254377101416</id><published>2006-11-25T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:29:03.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on blog leave....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...due to some inevitable circumstances...i'll be on blog leave.....ill miss blogging...be back soon/..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-116452254377101416?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/116452254377101416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=116452254377101416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116452254377101416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116452254377101416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-blog-leave.html' title='on blog leave....'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116320077871992093</id><published>2006-11-10T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:19:38.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DNR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what would you do if you were asked by the Dr to sign the DNR (do not resuscitate) form?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a patient, a lola of 73 who suffered from hemorrhagic stroke and was stupurous, she had O2 via facial mask and was unresponsive. Stupurous, its like a deep sleep, not coma but the 4th stage of consciousness if im not mistaken. Coma is the 5th. Pain sensation is still present and little corneal reflex are also present. I asked the clerk what the results of her corneal checking was, brushing the tip of a cotton to the cornea to see if it reacts to pain, and she said that the LEFT eye is the only one responding. For my case study and assessment i tried to press her nails to see if shes gonna withdraw, another type of test for cosciousness) but i failed because i just cant press much harder so i asked my classmate to do it, and YES she withdrew her hands slightly. The next day, i saw that they have signed the DNR form, the husband actually, and saw that her BP that night was just 50/pap and she was given dopamine to increase it. when you auscultate her apical pulse, it cant be heard, and her radial pulse is also weak. she was intubated and was basically living through ambubagging. by the time i left, her BP was 70/pap and was still deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you deal with this situation?? would you sign the DNR form???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-116320077871992093?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/116320077871992093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=116320077871992093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116320077871992093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116320077871992093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/11/dnr.html' title='DNR'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116210067895607861</id><published>2006-10-28T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:44:38.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>early christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/SmoOCH(788).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/SmoOCH%28788%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspired from &lt;a href="http://www.iskoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;one of my blogmates photo blog, isko&lt;/a&gt;, i tried to capture this pathetic photo while i was waiting for my cousin to leave electronic shock at 4th floor robinsons imus..he was watching eat bulaga there and theres nothing that i can do to make him leave the store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i was fascinated with the lights and their grandiose stall..full of lanterns and star shaped parols..is it too early to feel the christmas spirit in the air??...hhhmmm..halloween fever has not yet ended and the halloween trick or treat havent started either..i have not decided what notebook to use next week..have not bought any pens yet...the 2nd sem havent started..its not even november yet...ewan nga ba...wala pa nga akong christmas list eh......kayo??? ready for christmas na ba???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-116210067895607861?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/116210067895607861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=116210067895607861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116210067895607861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116210067895607861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/10/early-christmas.html' title='early christmas...'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116160091005580814</id><published>2006-10-23T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T03:59:29.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reality vs TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;as a nursing student, i take pride on my chosen career and seeing the actors play a nurse role and acts contrary to reality gets me agitated to the fullest...i know other professionals also feel the same when they see things on TV which is not really the nature of their job. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;here are some:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i saw this on maynila last sunday...female nursing students on the show doesnt wear a hairnet and just have the LUGAY hair..which is one SUBSTANTIAL rule of nursing..always tie your hair and wear a hairnet..you dont want hairs falling while your assisting on an operation...and it can get contaminated and be the carrier of microorganisms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;white shoes' hills should only be an inch high...not the wedge type..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you dont tell your patient to write down their complains. you ask them instead and observe them. thats what nurses are taught, to observe patients so that they can get their nursing cues..and assess them in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nainins lang ako..hehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-116160091005580814?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/116160091005580814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=116160091005580814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116160091005580814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116160091005580814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/10/reality-vs-tv.html' title='reality vs TV'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116132847890265289</id><published>2006-10-19T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:16:21.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tara tena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;right after our last day of semester we went to batangas for our much awaited group outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/hwapak4285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;groupmates...she and guia..maj and jot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH752.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nats...gov....guai...jot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH748.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;complements to our bonefire.....i love this picture.....FIREEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/Litrat117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/Litrat117.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gove and guia...&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/Litrat131.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/Litrat131.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gov, huia, jot and majei.....by the beach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/Litrat126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/Litrat126.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hhhmm..guia d jot..sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH744.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jot and maj....nice light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the bonefire...thanks to the efforts of she and gov....FIREEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me....hhhmm..naked..hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning serenity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH764.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/SmoOCH764.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-116132847890265289?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/116132847890265289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=116132847890265289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116132847890265289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116132847890265289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/10/tara-tena.html' title='tara tena!'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116089038277383366</id><published>2006-10-14T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:33:02.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo! Time Capsule project..</title><content type='html'>would you like the future generation to see how "would be primitive" our world today???&lt;br /&gt;would you want them to idolize the fashion, and be called vintage???&lt;br /&gt;how the people talk and look like????&lt;br /&gt;...........if yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHOO! has the answer....with their &lt;a href="http://timecapsule.yahoo.com/capsule.php"&gt;Yahoo time capsule project&lt;/a&gt; the future generation would be able to see us...read about us....idolize us...hahaha..im encouraging you to take part in it..just upload your photos, posts or video and and the future gen would see you some ten or 20 years from now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-116089038277383366?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/116089038277383366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=116089038277383366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116089038277383366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116089038277383366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/10/yahoo-time-capsule-project.html' title='Yahoo! Time Capsule project..'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-116036175064773794</id><published>2006-10-08T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:42:30.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>how ofetn do you get nostalgic??? how often does your memory works in reminiscing the unforgettable past?..how do you deal with it?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i cant say that im a sentimental and an emotional person..but often times, i would get lonely or inspired or happy whenever i see something or hear something..most of the times i get envy..i mis some people..i miss the things that we usually do..i envy them because i want  to have something like that..but after a few minutes i would realize that these thing are made to be very plausible..and that its not always happening..(sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-116036175064773794?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/116036175064773794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=116036175064773794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116036175064773794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/116036175064773794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/10/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115997431465040521</id><published>2006-10-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T08:05:14.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retake or nt?</title><content type='html'>As a junior nursing student and a future board examineeI am concerned with the 2006 board exam issue. The government is utterly concerned with the integrity of the country’s nursing profession but what I am wondering is why just now? Why the 2006 nursing board licensure exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Sa dinami dami ng mga anomalya na nangyayari sa Pilipinas bakit itong board exam na ito? Ang swerte nga naman nila ano, jam packed ng intriga ang batch nila. Pero bakit hindi ang mga anomalya daw noong last election? Hindi ba na ang integrity of our country;s honesty in terms of leadership ay ang nakasalala? Ang daang taong pakikipaglaban ng ating mga bayani ay mawawalan ng saysay kung sa ating panahon ay papabayaan natin magkaroon ng pandaraya at paglabag sa batas? Ngunit ang issue na iyon ay nawala na lang kahit na marami ang patuloy na tumutuligsa sa mga leader ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;2.     Sabi nga sa news its is impractical! Absurd! Bakit pa uulit eh kung sa scoring naman ay excluded na ang test 3 and 5 (which are the parts believed that leaked out)..kung nakapasa sila eh di pasado na. naging fair na naman sa pag count ng score.&lt;br /&gt;3.     Living in a third world country, our priorities should be set at their best..Marami na nga utang ang Pilipinas eh sasayangin pa instead of just spending it in a more productive way. Sobra nilang pinagtutuunan ng pansin ang leakage na yan, eh bakit ang election hindi nila ma computerize? Hindi ba nila naisip na sa gagastosin diyan eh magagamit sa iba pang projects na pakikinabangan ng mas nakakarami?!&lt;br /&gt;4.     Sobrang hassle for the examinees..Review ulit…Anxiety to the max ulit..at katakot takot na application ulit..Effort diba..Hndi dapat examiners ang magshoulder ng eefort kung hindi ang exam giving body\!&lt;br /&gt;5.     Sino ba ang may kasalanan?! Sa dami dami ng mga nagtatake taon taon at sa tagl tagl ng pagbibigay ng exam ng mga yan eh bakit nagpapabaya pa din sila?! Alam nilang kinabukasan ng iba ang nakasalalay dito, tapos pag kumalat mga examinees sisisihin!..Ang mga reviewers/examinees ay walang kasalanan. You enroll in an institution thinking that they have the best of what you need and not because they have what you are gonna face. Alam ba nila in the first place na exam questions na ang nirereview nila?1 I assume that they do not! If they do, the news would spread like a fire and for sure wala na nang mageenroll sa ibang review centers kung alam nila na board questions na ang rereviewhin nila. Dapat mga exam giving body ang magsuffer not the examinees. It is the carelessness of the examiners that should be dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayo what do you think? Retake or No retake?!..this is just my opinion...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115997431465040521?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115997431465040521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115997431465040521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115997431465040521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115997431465040521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/10/retake-or-nt.html' title='retake or nt?'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115899046300291408</id><published>2006-09-22T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:51:46.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"units of blood"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a unit of blood can be life saving..some pain from the needle puncture can help save some lives...its our last day of our community duty yesterday and it so happen that they have their annual blood letting activity. the PHN encouraged us to save lives..donate some blood..refresh our system...i really want to donate blood but the problem is im afraid of needles...hahaha..i dont like sharp objects especially needles either. it was last wednesday when we knew about it...so right there we were screened, not our blood yet but our weight, health and BP..i was really anticipating the pain and was kinda tachycardiac and diaphoretic...then friday came...we arrived as usual a little late and was shocked because there are so many people there..after getting the VS of some people..we had our VS taken..and got interviewed and lined up..we were waiting for our turn for almost an hour...the blood letting per se lasts for about 5 minutes and youre supposed to lie down for the next 10-15 mins..i was preparing my antecubital area for the venipuncture...i placed my cold coke in it and believing that it could somehow decrease the pain. but when its my turn, the medtech told me that my vein that i was preparing is thin so she has to use my other arm..WAAAHHHH..i asked what gauge the needle is..and was shocked..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gauge 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..the needle that is used for IM injection is gauge 24...ehdi yun..nakuha na ang isang bag ng dugo sa akin..medyo nanghihina after but its okay...i got a free shirt..i donated blood pin..blood assurance card and free snacks...and most importantly im gonna help someone with that450 ml of blood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-the maximum amount of blood that can be donated is 450ml..higher thatn that can cause complications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-donating blood can refresh your blood system..the old RBC's would be replaced..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-it causes great satisfaction afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??!!! MAGDONATE KANA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115899046300291408?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115899046300291408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115899046300291408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115899046300291408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115899046300291408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/09/units-of-blood.html' title='&quot;units of blood&quot;'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115776403542423703</id><published>2006-09-08T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:07:15.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why dont these photos make the news??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/ATT00139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/ATT00139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/ATT00130.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/ATT00130.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/ATT00136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/ATT00136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/ATT00127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/ATT00127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/ATT00133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been seeing photos like this before but its just now that i took value of them. im not sure if the war in iraq had already ended but seeing photos like this amkes me realize the sacrifice these soldiers made in order to save the majority. diverting their attention into a more serene one other than the war itself...may GOD bless these people and all the people who works for mankind with their life at risk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115776403542423703?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115776403542423703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115776403542423703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115776403542423703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115776403542423703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-dont-these-photos-make-news.html' title='why dont these photos make the news??'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115722770491514118</id><published>2006-09-02T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:08:24.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>devil wears prada...angels wear DG....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/devl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/devl.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/200/ann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/200/devilwears3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  i saw devil wears prada yesterday...i was really frustrated on seeing it because last week i bought a dvd but was so pissed off because it wouldnt play. so i bought another..anyway...i was planning on buying the book before..but decided to watch the movie instead..it was a good movie..lots of funny, interesting, frustrating and "oh" scenes..anne could be one of the models..hhhmmm..watch niyo din,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115722770491514118?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115722770491514118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115722770491514118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115722770491514118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115722770491514118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/09/devil-wears-pradaangels-wear-dg.html' title='devil wears prada...angels wear DG....'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115715685533550818</id><published>2006-09-01T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:27:35.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i passed!</title><content type='html'>hahaha..God is so good..i failed 2/3 quizzes..its really hard you know, but i just losed 2 points for my midterm grade in pharmacology..hahaha..really, i hate anti cancer drugs...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ward exp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my Ci told me to do blood transfusion to one patient, its not my patient though...she was on a semi private room and enjoys it until a lola was admitted for some respi problems.then when i checked my patient's blood bag, this lola told me if i could turn off her O2 because she cant properly eat, to tell the staff that she wants a room transfer, that the room has many defects, that she doesnt want to be there coz theres no curtain and partitions and that the door is not opening properly...excessive demands should be on the nursing dignosis list stat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"dont you know that we both belong baby!"..hahaha..our favorite song..never fails to bond our group during free times, all the time and everywhere...weve done varieties of this song..one time rovi told us to sing that song from the lowest to the highest note. we never really met our objective but managed to get PIYOK all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes being a nurse/nursing student/staff/medical staff makes you decoders most of the time..the drs penmanship are quite illegible,its like guessing whats this and that especially if your new in the area. i always ask my CI what those writings meant, its not that i dont know them, i just cant understand them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115715685533550818?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115715685533550818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115715685533550818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115715685533550818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115715685533550818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-passed.html' title='i passed!'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115615199321722001</id><published>2006-08-21T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T02:19:53.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at last!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/800x600_HS_musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/800x600_HS_musical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at last..ive managed to catch high school musical on disney last saturday..after waiting for it to be shown again..i was not disappointed..my excitement was worth it..hahaha..and im so hooked up to it..watch niyo din...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115615199321722001?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115615199321722001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115615199321722001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115615199321722001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115615199321722001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-last.html' title='at last!!'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115541362922036906</id><published>2006-08-12T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:13:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sitcome LIVE!</title><content type='html'>TGIS..thank god its saturday and i was able to rest from my weeks toxicity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-memory-of-kuya-emil.html"&gt;kuya emil's&lt;/a&gt; (my late bro in law) relative wanted to go to sitcom live at las pinas, hesitant at first but i decided to go with them with my cousin....as expected, lots of laughters flooded the house, mature dialogues and lots of singing and dancing from the performers....special guest was beverly salviejas...before we left, i managed to ask beverly s. to take a pose with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/000650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/000650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sitcom stamp, still on my wrist&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/SmoOCH_657_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/SmoOCH_657_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mom, beverly and me..&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/8047863-115541362922036906?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115541362922036906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115541362922036906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115541362922036906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115541362922036906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/08/sitcome-live.html' title='sitcome LIVE!'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115533583009485035</id><published>2006-08-11T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:37:10.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i see you smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;........."Sometimes I wanna give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna give in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna quit the fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I see you, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everything's alright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything's alright".....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;these are lines from kris lawrence's song...i find it very interesting..i really can relate on what those lines mean...its when you fight with someone..your friend..or your love one.and in the middle of it he/she smiles...and it ends up eveything...a smile so powerful...so magical...but sometimes hard to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115533583009485035?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115533583009485035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115533583009485035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115533583009485035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115533583009485035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-i-see-you-smile.html' title='when i see you smile...'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115520357377558107</id><published>2006-08-10T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:52:53.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RLE</title><content type='html'>it was my first duty on the hospital ward, my previous rotation was in the OR and community....excited from my classmates' ward stories i was really looking forward in interacting with the patients and making use of still tiny nursing skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some of what i already did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-regulated a non-dripping IV..hahaha..i never thought that what i did was the right way.i taped the infusion chamber so it would be high enough to flow...i learnedlaetr that day that i was really supposed to be that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i shaved the perineal area of a male patient, a pre op procedure for cholecystectomy...hahahaha..imagine me infront of the standing guy in the bathroom only inches away from his genitals and only gloves preventing us from skin2skin contact..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-watched a urinary catherization on a LOLA...now this is funny..as my CI and classmate find her urethral opening, LOLA said "ito yun oh" while she attempted to touch her pussy and point it..we were laughing secretively and was joking that what if LOLA would come to the ER and tell the people there that shes in labor with her FIRST BABY..PRIMI LOLA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-removed an IV of a patient...cool...simple...but the interesting part was  when we saw that blood was oozing out of the wound...his hand was really soaking in blood..i called our CI fast running...hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more ward tales nxt post...cheers everyone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115520357377558107?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115520357377558107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115520357377558107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115520357377558107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115520357377558107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/08/rle.html' title='RLE'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115503657211037007</id><published>2006-08-08T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T04:29:32.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness for themm</title><content type='html'>my friend just got attached..im so happy for himm/&lt;br /&gt;my other friend celebrated her monthsary with her bf today...&lt;br /&gt;my other friend would be celebrating her 1st anniv with her partner.....&lt;br /&gt; im happy for my friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ako??!!! wla..&lt;br /&gt;..although i got into relationships, it didnt last long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always assess wether the problem is with me or to the other person..&lt;br /&gt;but i hope maging long lasting din ang susunod kong rel&lt;br /&gt;mga bloggers..what can you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115503657211037007?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115503657211037007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115503657211037007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115503657211037007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115503657211037007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/08/happiness-for-themm.html' title='happiness for themm'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115450549968791733</id><published>2006-08-02T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:59:15.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bsn38, reco '06</title><content type='html'>recollection is a time for gathering of your spiritual thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;formation of budding friendships...&lt;br /&gt;strengthening of your friendships....&lt;br /&gt;changing ways....&lt;br /&gt;revealing oneself...&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly, talking with GOD......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/SmoOCH_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;ako..nakatingin sa kawalan ng batangas.. &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/SmoOCH_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/SmoOCH_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;majei, jot and tin.&lt;/center&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/Ngeee__5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/Ngeee__5.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;bsn38...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115450549968791733?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115450549968791733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115450549968791733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115450549968791733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115450549968791733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/08/bsn38-reco-06.html' title='bsn38, reco &apos;06'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115437694327410983</id><published>2006-07-31T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:15:43.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"WE DONT GET WHAT WE OFTEN EXPECT"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115437694327410983?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115437694327410983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ouch...stop..nasasaktan na ako sa mga sinasabi mo.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115417212445968609?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115417212445968609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115417212445968609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115417212445968609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115417212445968609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/07/ouchit-hurts.html' title='OUCH!!!it hurts...'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115132356872553061</id><published>2006-06-26T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T05:06:08.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/014920.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/1600/014929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7325/526/400/014929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so disappointed last weekend....i hope something good would happen on the 28th...our 1st monthsary.... so this is the result of disappointment...pictures from my webcam..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115132356872553061?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115132356872553061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115132356872553061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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attached.  All these people are bonded by the mysterious thing called love. Love seems to over rule the world, it seems to show itself to people, they say it makes them happy; like a drug that causes unconditional and indifferent feeling of cloud nine but I came to believe that this love has never shown itself to me.&lt;br /&gt;I daresay believe that I have not met love, seen, felt or by the use of my physiologic senses sensed it. I have met different people, some I thought I loved but eventually I come to realize that it is just a faint overwhelming and self assuming feeling that it is love. But why have love forsaken me? Why did love forget to pass by my street? Why haven’t it manifested to any of my sensitive senses? Or is it just me being so naïve, insensitive and repulsive to the feeling that people show me? Should I blame it on my past life; that I have done something to be treated like this?&lt;br /&gt;On my scientific observation on the behaviors of people who said they’re under love’s spell, it shows that love is simply these things. Love is when two people liked to eat together sweetly. When the other helps the other eat and offers his or her drink. Love is when you hold hands along the mall, the over crowded street and on the jeepney ride. Love is when you smooch around whenever you can even on public places and on the risk of being ridiculed. It is when you exchange your oral juices with each other, thinking that this is a sign of your love. It is when you date; catch a romantic flick and try to snatch a smooch over the movie. It is when you lay your head on each other’s shoulder, expecting it to be there always. It is when you shower each other simple gifts to lavish ones, spoiling each other to the most unreasonable desire. It is love, when you publicly fight, professing your love while the other narrates what you have done and trying to appear to be on a movie. It is when you text each other all day long quotes of love and personalized affection messages. It is when you can’t seem to be contented asking if you have eaten but to ask all the minute details instead. It is when you cry over petty things, and thought it was the end of your damn world. It is when you celebrate monthly and count how long have you been together. But, again because of my doubting and insecure ego, I tried to decipher what love really is, being unknown to others.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to many, I believe that love is not about the shallowness of human actions but the formation of an eternal mystery that seems to hide itself from me but is believed to be ubiquitous in this damn world. Love is when we learn to sacrifice for others without expecting anything in return. The unconditional love for someone is immeasurable, not by money, by neither time spent nor any selfish satisfaction we know, for to give up something we are soulfully attached is not easy but for the genuine love for another, this difficulty would nonetheless be easy. Love is when hostility is absent, but rather a selfless, caring and compassionate attitude is seen. It is clearly obvious to a mother’s love for her child, a dad’s care for his gentle treasure. It is when you try your best not to cause harm, to give your love one your care by all means. It is when you understand his or her most shallow reasons, unlike attitude and childish tantrums. It is when your ears are always ready to hear his or her thoughts, without the fear of being condemned. It is love when you trust your life to the other. It is when doubts are set free and your hearts are pure. It is when negative thoughts vanished and you learn to appreciate every futile thing, no matter what it is that he or she does. It is when you realize that you are now connected to each other by an invisible silver cord that grips your hearts fully.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not when you think of the other always, it is when you realize that you are the other and the other is you, making you one that whatever you do to him or her is also doing it to yourself. I am writing this for the reason that I can’t seem to digest the fact that love has not come my way. I think this would make me realized what I’ve been missing just in case or what I should look into and not expect something cheesy that the world is telling us.&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JT. Abordo 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115111120177718710?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115111120177718710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115111120177718710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115111120177718710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115111120177718710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/06/invisble-love.html' title='invisble love'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-115089174246844624</id><published>2006-06-21T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T05:09:02.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post fathers day entry..</title><content type='html'>This is dedicated to all fathers especially to my dad. This is not bias, I’m focusing on a father’s perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Men, starting the age when they could think critically would somehow imagine how they can be a great dad. Children would usually say that they wanted to be like their own dad’s, teenagers sees the greatness their dad’s made and would put into their mind that one day, they would be like that, late adolescents would have a picture perfect view on how their fatherhood career would be. Before we go into fatherhood, we could imagine how we are going to be the best dad but nevertheless, when we are in the fatherhood career per se we would realize how difficult it is to be one, contrary to our belief that it is one easy task.&lt;br /&gt;Tying the knot is a hard decision to make, for the both parties of course, but I would focus on being a dad. I surmise that even before the wedding, men would painstakingly save for future expenses, expecting that they would contribute more financially. From the moment they say “I do”, it would commence their official fatherhood duties. Sexually, most of the time, I think that men does most of the work, sweat most and exhaust most after the coitus. When their wives get pregnant, who endures the side effects of pregnancies? Men! They are expected to carry their wife’s stuff. They can’t do anything when their wife craves for this and that; otherwise they have to deal with their conscience of not giving what their spouse wants. They tirelessly wait until their baby is born, worrying for their wife and child. Then if the mother is still incapable of doing things, men do it. They watch their babies and make sure that they are safe and well fed, sleepless of course. They would do anything to provide their family life’s necessities, do this and that, enduring hard works, hunger and homesickness. They would sacrifice their family’s presence to work abroad, so they could give more. They always want the best for their family.&lt;br /&gt;But our fathers are not forced to do this, I would assume. Nor I would be forced to do everything for my family, because fatherhood is all about being selfless. The fact that you can give your family the best that they can have is enough to replace those sweat and blood into satisfaction and happiness. The smiles and sweetness of your children and wife are an overwhelming sight. The hugs and kisses of their family make them a million times happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thanking my father for giving us the best that we can have in this world. From the moment you made us until our very last breath, our never ending gratitude would be yours. We would love you always like you loved us.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO ALL FATHERS OUT THERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-115089174246844624?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/115089174246844624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=115089174246844624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115089174246844624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/115089174246844624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/06/post-fathers-day-entry.html' title='post fathers day entry..'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-114904560259586320</id><published>2006-05-30T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:20:02.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh..</title><content type='html'>what happened??!! i thought ive already installed haloscan then wala na ulit...hay....anyway, yup russ, ive watched xmen na.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the people who died in indonesia rest in peace..another tragedy na naman for them..kawawa naman sila...after nung killer tsunami yung lindol...but we cant blame anyone, their location is really risky...being on the ring of fire..theyre prone to those 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-114904519474766059</id><published>2006-05-30T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:13:14.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback" rel="tag"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-114904519474766059?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/114904519474766059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=114904519474766059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/114904519474766059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/114904519474766059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/05/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-114864367980107701</id><published>2006-05-26T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T04:41:20.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>si leonardo da vinci talaga oh...</title><content type='html'>this would be comments that i heard from people about the da vinci code.&lt;br /&gt;- da vinci had himself condemned and praised by people at the same time..half, thinks its a blasphemy (its based from a fiction book in the first place isnt it?) including my mom, a die hard catholic and half thinks its true including my uncle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a banner was displayed at the entrance gate of ayala alabang village saying they dont approve the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it was rated 18, kahit na hindi siya porn but because of its sensitive issue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayo, what do you think of it?? true or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, kasi, if you would look at it, it seems to be very possible..all the details are from facts..sabi ko nga sa mommy ko, fiction always come from reality...diba??parang lalagyan lang ng twist or iibahin, but the story is still based from facts..para kasing, its really possible, my faith is not affected, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.ive installed haloscan na..hehehe..na bobo ako nung una..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-114864367980107701?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/114864367980107701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=114864367980107701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/114864367980107701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/114864367980107701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/05/si-leonardo-da-vinci-talaga-oh.html' title='si leonardo da vinci talaga 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-114847104116182553</id><published>2006-05-24T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T04:44:01.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last stand</title><content type='html'>as  we all predicted, JEAN GREY's powers flourished to a dangerous one, one that could break you into dust......professor X died so as cylops and jean....many mutants queued for the cure including rougue...to stop magneto, the group injected magneto with the cure, and mysique who was shot also half way of the film...anyway im not contented with the film, i thought the mutants would unite to fight the government like what they did on X2..hhhmmm..ano pa ba??? wala na eh..kayo, have you watched x3???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-114826561227059501</id><published>2006-05-21T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:40:12.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the return from an unexpected blog-hibernation</title><content type='html'>yes, at last im blogging again after 3 months of not visting my blog and not updating im back!!!....i got so busy that i cant even type my post..school got me so occupied..anyway..ill be blogging again and im so happy about that..just keeping my blog simple with B and W..im having problems with inserting haloscan, though..so im gonna used the blogger's instead muna..anyway...im really excited..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-114826561227059501?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-113926427467385552</id><published>2006-02-06T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:17:54.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats wrong with respecting people's discretion??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you know what i dont like most?? is when people try to criticize others based on their freedom to decide...hhhm,mm...did i say it right?? let me further explain..we decide on things personally..sometimes with or without considering others..its our own decision anyway..but when people get mad at you because others are favored and not them thats where the problem starts..i so so get irritated when they starts to bug you on questions and inarte tactics..what i did?? i shut up and asked them "ano sinusumbat niyo itong mga ito sakin??? huh???ehdi sa  inyo na lang!!"..hay naku..when will people grow up and be mature enough to think of it, that they just have to respect other's decision and that they should not expect everything even though they think etc etc etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ps...i pray for the soul of those who died in ultra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-113926427467385552?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/113926427467385552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=113926427467385552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/113926427467385552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/113926427467385552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-wrong-with-respecting-peoples.html' title='whats wrong with respecting people&apos;s discretion??'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-113723622516806564</id><published>2006-01-14T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:57:05.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>isang pagpugay sa mga nagdadamit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Retrospectively speaking, I have suffered being a goldfish in an aquarium meticulously being criticized by acclaimed chauvinist and being extolled upon by fashion victims. It is two semesters of once a week fashion dilemma where I need to decide what to wear, what accessory to use to accentuate my outfit and what hairstyle would suite my that day fashion statement. For all the college students out there, I would assume that you all know what I'm talking about, the so called "wash day" as what our university calls it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wash day of every school is every stylish persons dream day. It is their only time to show how trendy they are, how flamboyant they could get and how stylish they could get. As a college sophie, who belongs to a strict and uniform-loving college, I have the privilege of being a fashion critic to all those pretentious people who feels like they were walking in the catwalk, legs are crossing, soles are barely touching the ground and has the irritating chauvinist aura. They are everywhere, the fashionistas and the acclaimed ones. The former, being elegant, simple yet stylish, the so called chic, sublime, well fitted, and was lucky they came up with an impressive outfit and the later being super confident in flaunting there mismatched tops and bottoms. I'm not being so critical and projecting my fashion flaws to them but is so happen that I don’t get to wear civilian clothes during Wednesdays, uniforms are worn whenever we go to school, even during Saturdays, that’s what health sciences student do. So, there we are, just being the usual uniform wearers, enjoying the criticism-free outfit and just enjoying the fashion scene of our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedals plus sketchers rubber shoes?? Not a good idea…So freshie as they call it…What about those that wear elephant pants??? Duh!!..During the time when it became a fad among teenagers, I never dreamed of having one. I never had one. I always stick to the usual ones. But I admit, there is this time of my life where I thought that big shirts are cool..Now I'm regretting why I wore those…is it really part of your life to suffer those?? Then there's this girl in PE class that we saw last time. PE class plus dangling earrings?? Yeah, it looks good I your ears but hello??!! Do you want your ears lacerated? Maybe. Bohemian looks or whatever they call it...Cool, free flowing long or short skirts with cool designs paired with simple spandex blouse accentuated with beads on your neck or wrists..I find it very conservative yet trendy but what dismays me is their footwear. You have to be very careful in choosing what slippers or sandals to match your outfit otherwise it may ruin the total package. I can't describe how they look like but I just don’t find it very pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion requires money, regardless of what amount, small or big. Admit it, we all use money to buy our clothes and accessories. We buy from the tiangges and boutiques, rue d'vie or malls, wherever we shop we all need money. Spending money for fashion is everyone's gusto but sometimes we spend so much that we are being victims of it. How do we look at someone? A walking price tag? Or a perfect combination of economic buys? It is not always right to think that those expensive clothes are better, sometimes those that we can buy in a cheaper price proves to be more fashionable and versatile. Fashion drains our ability to participate in the world market. It disables us to buy necessary goods but who doesn’t want a new shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The bottom line is, fashion is a broad spectrum of diversities that makes of breaks a person. We all are fashion victims sometime in our life, but everyday we always think that we are one of the most gorgeous people alive. Long live jologs! Long live the fashionistas at feeling fashionistas! Mabuhay ang mga manang at tatang! Mabuhay tayong lahat na nagdadamit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-113723622516806564?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/113723622516806564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=113723622516806564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/113723622516806564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/113723622516806564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/01/isang-pagpugay-sa-mga-nagdadamit.html' title='isang pagpugay sa mga nagdadamit.'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047863.post-113677749612272550</id><published>2006-01-08T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:31:39.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>usapang kaPIZZAhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at this point of time, i dont know what to blog about..many things are flying in my mind..thoughts are wandering..words are forming and yet i cant come up with a composition....pero dahil ako ay isang bloggista ay magpopost ako no matter what...hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sige, magsusulat na lang ako tungkol sa PIZZA..yeah, our all time favorite merienda, courtesy of PIZZA HUT...kahapon, dahil kumpleto ang aking pamilya sa aming bahay, siyempre except sa daddy ko na nasa TSINA, nagorder sila ng PIZZA from PH...makalipas ang isang oras ng paghihintay, ayun, sa wakas dumating na din ang merienda namin..naligaw pa nga daw si manong delivery man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ano nga ba ang pizza?? ang pizza ay isang klaseng ng baked dish..made from a mixture of dougha and other ingredients to make the crust then pinatungan ng mga toppings na pampasarap....ang masarap dito ay yung ibat ibang toppings sa ibabaw na umaapaw sa sarap...ang masarap sa kinain namin ay yung stuffed crust niya..wow talga sa sarap yung cheese...ika nga, ur gonna eat it backwards..marami pang ibang variation. it all depends on your taste..masarap yung hawaiian na stuffed crust,..haha...obvious ba na yun yung inorder nila?? pati  supreme masarap din..daming beef...eto pa mga pare...masarap ay yung may hot sauce.,.WOW sa anghang talaga..tapos sabay inow ng PEPSI..siyempre kasama siya dun..haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;ikaw anong style ng pizza gusto mo????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047863-113677749612272550?l=jotjot88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/feeds/113677749612272550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047863&amp;postID=113677749612272550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/113677749612272550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047863/posts/default/113677749612272550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotjot88.blogspot.com/2006/01/usapang-kapizzahan.html' title='usapang kaPIZZAhan'/><author><name>Jot-jot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07092300615909799081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/jotjot88/jotjot_exit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
