<?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-6222823846583522593</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:23:48.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halfway heaven</title><subtitle type='html'>bittersweet thoughts of life and love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222823846583522593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06224090642281219969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222823846583522593.post-4471608645555511676</id><published>2007-04-14T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:47:28.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sabi ni juana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;SABI NI JUANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sabi ni lola, iba na daw ang kabataan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Magaling lamang daw sa bulakbulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Asa sa magulang, walang patutunguhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ang noo'y pag-asa daw, siya ngayong kabiguan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nalungkot si Juana sa kanyang narinig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sa puso niya, naghuhumiyaw ang isang tinig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Para sa kanya, tayong kabataan pa rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ang siyang pag-asa, tayo pa rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;CHORUS kuno=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Kaya ang sabi ni Juana sa kanyang lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Mali po kayo, kaya namin ito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Magtiwala, maniwala na darating ang araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Kami ang tatayong ilaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Napabuntong hininga si lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mukha niya'y lumiwanag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Sana nga apo, sana nga apo.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ang sabi niya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;CHORUS kuno=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Kaya ang sabi ni Juana sa kanyang lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Umasa kayo, kami pa rin ang pag-asa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Magsisikap, kakayod, giginhawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mamumuno, babangon bilang una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Di maglalaon, kami ay babangon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Di maglalaon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222823846583522593-4471608645555511676?l=sophia-balod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222823846583522593.post-3410814775981000925</id><published>2007-04-14T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:36:59.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>child in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(moms, bandmate, at mars, haha, nakagawa na ako ng lyrics pero wala talaga xang kwenta. di kasi alam kung panu gumawa.hihi. siguro magiging maayos siya pag may tono na,hehe. basta if ever lan nga matutuloy tayo, ayan may lyrics na tayo.wakoko.=D paki-edit na lang or magcomment kayo kasi sobrang nangangapa talaga ako sa dilim. dahil di talaga ko marunong. pwede niong baguhin ang wordings, you may kill a stanza or even kill the whole lyrics itself.haha. madugo ito. kung mapapansin nio, madami xang stanzas,the lyrics may be tooooo long for a song. pero intentional yun, para makapili kayo ng part na maayos.  anyways, ito na.=D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHILD IN ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They say we're growing faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leaving lessons behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They say we're speeding after time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And to reality we are blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHORUS kuno=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But I say otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We're the same kids before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tested, tested through the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We made wishes on a star, and make them come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We flew the kite, and soar above with it, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We can make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ragged dolls, tarnished toycars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;An F, a 65, we all have these scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All these are part of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But we knew better, we could move forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now we can face the world, bold and proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We may grow old, our faces alter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But the child in me stays forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In my heart, i'll always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The little child who dares to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A change we create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A new future we make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Looking onward, walking forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In this mocking world we are part of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Repeat chorus kuno.=p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We can make it through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We can make it through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222823846583522593-3410814775981000925?l=sophia-balod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/feeds/3410814775981000925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222823846583522593&amp;postID=3410814775981000925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222823846583522593/posts/default/3410814775981000925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222823846583522593/posts/default/3410814775981000925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/2007/04/child-in-me.html' title='child in me'/><author><name>sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06224090642281219969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222823846583522593.post-6008074605643682573</id><published>2007-04-14T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:15:11.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purrdown..</title><content type='html'>pardon for every grammatical error i had in my posts. feel ashamed myself. got to be more careful.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222823846583522593.post-4679464216489667044</id><published>2007-04-04T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:50:17.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frolic under the sun.</title><content type='html'>this post is supposedly for april2-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049762773645125314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sc50I1WIL4E/RhRcfOMb5sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dl4yz9064BU/s320/P4030073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the summer's heat! O_o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to batch1-batch5 reunion, i had a cool memory to keep for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ideally, it was a reunion organized for riscian batch 1 to 5. but since it seemed that the other batches were way too busy, only the first and fifth batch made it. sobrang saya niya kasi ang dami talagang pumunta sa batch namin. para nga lang syang reunion ng batch namin. mejo nakakahiya nga kasi parang ung mga batch 1 yung nag aasikaso sa amin ng sobra. hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hesitant to come at first but it made me realize in the end that i would FOREVER regret it if i didn't. i was glad i spent my first days of summer vacation with my batchmates especially with bes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memorable.fun.shocking.romantic. i couldn't find the right words to describe my experience. one thing's for sure, bes made it remarkably special.=) ayeeekeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang ganda ng resort. nice water. cool shades. lots of flowers.cottages.FROGS? and it even had a playground! ang saya talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muntik ko ng mawasak ung cam ni bes sa sobrang pagvavain ko.tsk.tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang saya talaga ng reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to have more.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222823846583522593-4679464216489667044?l=sophia-balod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/feeds/4679464216489667044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222823846583522593&amp;postID=4679464216489667044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222823846583522593.post-7435577876595184300</id><published>2007-04-04T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:55:20.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sisi is already 18</title><content type='html'>i mustered all my guts and confidence to wear that formal kinky top (spaghetti with lace). to hell with everyone who teased me fat! hmmmmf..hehe..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the one single night haizell anore had been waiting for 18 years. because that night was the night she would be legally a woman. boyfriends allowed. lottery stakes. election votes. car licence. visa. almost everything youngster have been dreaming to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, it was also the night when you "legally" say goodbye to your childhood. no more petty tantrums. dolls. toy soldiers. immature decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to consider your 18th birthday to be a misery or adventure, it's your call. it was the one day filled with ironies and contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are you willing to let go or move on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my sisi, i know she considered her birthday as a sweet journey, waiting to be unveiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and before i forget, this was also the night i enjoyed the fruits floating on my cocktail than the actual cocktail itself..haha.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's fair. i did enjoy the night.&lt;br /&gt;how could i forget ros' bee hive styled hair?&lt;br /&gt;and my sweet bes..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222823846583522593-7435577876595184300?l=sophia-balod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/feeds/7435577876595184300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222823846583522593.post-3846255105119847945</id><published>2007-03-30T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:07:36.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shopping could only be fun when you got the money.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222823846583522593-3846255105119847945?l=sophia-balod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/feeds/3846255105119847945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222823846583522593&amp;postID=3846255105119847945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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remind me of one place i have been missing most- my kindergarten school (Christian Child Care Learning Center). i get so nostalgic everytime i pass my old playground where i used to hang on monkey bars and swing as high as i could. wish i could bring back the old times. &lt;em&gt;*sighs* &lt;/em&gt;i remember that weird-shaped church where we had our graduation. i was so innocent back then. i even just realized that my school was within up campus during the first days of my freshman year. i'm really stupid, i know. but you can't blame me. i'm just a small kid before and i haven't had much of a photographic memory to remember everything.&lt;br /&gt;         during that 5-second passing in the vivinity of my kindergarten, i imagine black-and-white images from my childhood flashing back to me. i remember my math lessons where i used to sit right beside my gay friend. we used to sit on the floor where a lot of masking tape was stuck on the floor. even when i was a child, i found it peculiar to see such strips of sticcky things on the floor. my gay friend, due to some sheer luck, is already one of my friendster acquaintances. haha. odd and sweet.=)&lt;br /&gt;         just this sememster, i happened to meet my old bestfriend again in a very fashionable way. i was riding the ikot jeep that afternoon, and it happened that i was bragging (yet again) that my kindergarten school stands inside up. and one girl started talking to me out of the blue, asking if am honey. (no one uses that nickname besides my kindergarten classmates and my family) and so i was surprised. it was kaye! it was my old best friend! she's studying at upis at the moment. and she would be studyingat uplb for college. funny how destiny works.=)&lt;br /&gt;       how could i forget our white shirt and pink shorts uniform? and my first enemy of all time! KIMBERLY! haha. i could remember how we made up our own girl gangs and threw each other endless teases. hahaha. and oh! how caould i forget my &lt;em&gt;ever-pacute&lt;/em&gt; pose in our first class picture. seeing that picture makes me want to vomit all of the sudden.=p&lt;br /&gt;       i remember everything like it was yesterday. my mom fetched me after classes and we rode the same philcoa jeepneys roaming about the up campus today. i never had the chance to meet jolibee when i was a child and so my mom used to treat me in the typical turo-turo restaurant where i happily ate &lt;em&gt;dinuguan and pusit&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha. i'm so happy thinking about these thoughts.=)&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;time really flies so fast. one time i was riding the see saw and all of the sudden, i was lining up for one semester worth of enrolment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         i would have given anything, just anything, to be able to experience being a child again. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;carefree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         sweet life it is. it only allows such experiences once in a lifetime. we should really enjoy everything when we still have it. because our life neither dwells in the past nor the future. life is the moment we are living now. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;em&gt;goodbye memories. hello today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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something'/><author><name>sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06224090642281219969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222823846583522593.post-782328155439306811</id><published>2007-03-28T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T04:12:09.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>polsci hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"what you do as an individual is as important as anything the government does." -bush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the last day for our polsci class. this was the first time i attended classes on a wednesday. and it was ALSO the first time i felt depressed after our class dismissal. yes. you read it right. even though i was always complaining too loud of how dull our class was, my polsci class made a lot sense for me. in those lazy afternoon class hours of polsci14, i realized how the philippines needed transformation so badly and that our country still has hope despite of its many internal and external crises. prof. rye rekindled my passion for nationalism.&lt;br /&gt;damn, i'm beginning to sound a lot like him. but the truth is, if you think about it, politics really is not just all about graft and corruption. it is supposed to be the way to progress if handled properly. in fact, i'm even having thoughts of joining the politics someday. not too bad for me, because i wanted to be a media practioner, too.&lt;br /&gt;many people think that Philippines is a doomed country. a big chunk of our population migrates to other countries simply because our country can no longer provide the basic necessity of its people. yes, maybe our status is problematic today but if we work now for its sake, it will no longer be. i still hope that in the years to come our country can achieve sustainable growth and development. we have to strengthen the state by poltical and institutional reforms. we have to disempower the military in playing a big role in our government, instead we must empower the poor, the civilians. as what prof rye had said, we have to realize that our problems as a nation are not unique and that other countries have passed through the same course and have come out with success stories. philippines had one major strength other countries have been dying to have and that is: democracy. we are great nation. yes, we may have a lot of problems today but we also have the potential and capacity for transformation.&lt;br /&gt;as citizens, we should not be apathetic to the reality. awareness is the first step. the answer to our problems lies within ourselves. we have all what we needed to transform, the question is: ARE WE WILLING TO DO SO?&lt;br /&gt;prof. rye shared these &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 THINGS YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by alexander (i can't remember the surname).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; follow traffic laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. ask for an official receipt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. don't buy smuggled goods. buy local. buy filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. when talking to others, especially foreigners, speak positively about us and our country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. respect traffic enforcers, policemen and soldiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. do not litter. dispose garbage properly. segragate. recycle. conserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. support your church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. during elections, perform your solemn duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. pay your employees well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. pay taxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11. adopt a scholar or a poor child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12. be a good parent. teach kids to follow laws and love our country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, honestly, i could not follow all these 12. but in one way or another i can help.&lt;br /&gt;i think i have been touched by our polsci class. i can hardly believe what i am writing right now. i never write anything political before besides my works during my press con days. but hey! i am proud of myself!=)&lt;br /&gt;i think this is good. &lt;em&gt;i think i'm changing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;filipino&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and a proud one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222823846583522593-782328155439306811?l=sophia-balod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/feeds/782328155439306811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222823846583522593&amp;postID=782328155439306811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222823846583522593/posts/default/782328155439306811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222823846583522593/posts/default/782328155439306811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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mama.^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Time wont flow everyone knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When the pain fades away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dreams wont die tears in our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've got to hold your head up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at 2:30, all i could think was going straight out from our boring classroom. i could no longer take the heavy atmosphere of dullness in our polsci class. yeah, our prof really do gave us a lot of insights and facts about the current political status of the Philippines pero sana naman, &lt;em&gt;sana lang,&lt;/em&gt; may maisip siyang ibang strategy sa pagtututro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could never think of a more boring way to discuss a lesson. plain text book reading, &lt;em&gt;beat that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, when the clock told me that we were 15 minutes overtime, i just could not restrain myself anymore. it was as if every minute lasted an forever. i call it &lt;em&gt;the agony of political science fourteen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the last word of the last paragraph of the last reading was already read, i felt like jumping out of my seat. no, seriously. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the class, nagkwentuhan kami ng batchmates ko sa may malapit sa guard sa FC. we had a loooooooooong nice talk about everything we wanted to blab about. nakita namin sa mars at niyakag naming makipagkwentuhan sa amin. then, we had this weir idea of having a batch reunion! we texted mikko, who was just a walk away and on she went for us. we were actually debating if we would go straight to greenwich or dro by the film insti first to watch some thesis. ang tagal namin tong pinagnilay nilayan. pero sa huli, dumiretso kami sa greenwich philcoa. there, we waited for camel and ging for about, hmmm, almost an hour? we were so hungry na that time. kahit na naka order na kami nina joyce, tinitigan namin ang food hanggang makaorder din sina ging habang nagrerecite ng &lt;em&gt;"batch unity..batch unity.." &lt;/em&gt;no one will eat unless everybody has food. haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe, we were almost complete! si karen na lang at makakanta na namin ang "time won't flow.." ng sabay-sabay! wooohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, she came! reunited at last! i just could not believe it! i was so happy today because i saw all my batchmates again. we relived our application days and had an endless talk about anything, just anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, we would have a secret birthday surprise for lala. i hope it turns out well.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222823846583522593-4546414971678693886?l=sophia-balod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/feeds/4546414971678693886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222823846583522593&amp;postID=4546414971678693886' title='0 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222823846583522593.post-2161337026996312108</id><published>2007-03-25T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T09:19:57.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cobwebs or daily posts? that i am going to answer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was totally clueless of what i am doing. it was my first time to start a blog and yet i could not find the 'right' mood to sue me into writing. i was pissed off by my template. i want to change it so badly but the problem is, i don't know how! &lt;em&gt;boo me. =( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, i guess things will work out better once i learned this blog ermm, thingy for real. i've been wanting an online diary for ages and now that i've managed to make a blog myself, i can't seem to find the right motivation to continue writing. &lt;em&gt;more boos for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanted my blog to be my refuge. an outlet for my thoughts. like a &lt;strong&gt;pensieve. &lt;/strong&gt;right, a pensieve. why did that term struck me only now! i got so much memories and worries in my mind that oftentimes i wonder how my brain manages to keep them all. yeah, i know memory gap is a factor. but the thing is, they are still far too many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i guess this is the start of my blog writing career. &lt;em&gt;haha. =p&lt;/em&gt; i just hope (really hope) that i would not be overwhelmed by the fact that i'm lazy. or else, this blog would start having cobwebs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so, i think i have to cheer myself for having able to make my first post. &lt;strong&gt;way to go, little me&lt;/strong&gt;! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222823846583522593-2161337026996312108?l=sophia-balod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/feeds/2161337026996312108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222823846583522593&amp;postID=2161337026996312108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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