<?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-10252253</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:43:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Pad</title><subtitle type='html'>Love is crap made with stink of sigh</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-114378119413501690</id><published>2006-03-31T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:25:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legalize Child Labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The broadest definition of child labor is, employment of children in work places. The working conditions and environments may vary but as long as a child generates income, it is considered as child labor. There are relatively comfortable forms of child labor such as being part of a family business or being a child actor/actress. These types of work take place in pleasant and accommodating environments. However, the focus of this speech is the child labor that commonly occur in less friendly and poor settings, since this concern demands more attention, due to significant socio-economic implications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I redeem my arguments by proving important points, let me distinguish between an acceptable child work and an exploitative type of labor. I convey to give emphasis on this so as to protect children from abuses and at the same time improve their welfare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v The government could allow children to work at a “minimum age”, which could be 13 to 15 years and older.&lt;br /&gt;v It could also be flexible to approve light work and apprenticeships for children as young as 10 to 12 years old.&lt;br /&gt;v The authority must strictly eliminate the worst forms of child labor such as prostitution, forced labor, bonded labor and slavery, as well as jobs harmful to a child’s mental, physical, and moral well being.&lt;br /&gt;v They must not exceed a certain number of working hours allowed by the government&lt;br /&gt;v They must not be exposed to dangerous working environments&lt;br /&gt;v And most importantly, they must still be educated during off hours of work, so they can be more productive in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, child labor is a serious problem especially in most third world countries today like the Philippines. It is problematic in a sense that it prevents schooling of children. It also threatens their health when a considerable number of them were exposed to exploitative and unfavorable working conditions. However, people who are against legalizing child labor must also be aware of the fact that this problem is inevitable, and banning child labor may not be the best interest to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were proven instances where severe poverty due to insufficiency of income led to malnutrition, starvation, diseases and even death. As a result, this phenomenon only exacerbated the level of nourishment and the quality of education children receive. (How could they study well if they starve?) For the mentioned reasons, there is an absolute need to approach the problem of child labor from an economic perspective and find out the most reasonable ways to improve their welfare as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty. This has been the primary reason why child labor has become prevalent in this country. But how come poverty targeting projects implemented by the government became ineffective for the past years? According to “Reaching the Poor with Poverty Projects: What Evidence on Social Returns?” by John Weiss, there was widespread problem in undercoverage of poverty targeting errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem results to non-inclusion of many poor families who are supposed to receive the benefits of these programs, thus, children from these poor families have no choice but to participate in income-earning activities to prevent themselves from starving. The situation was worsened by the “leakage” problem wherein a significant portion of the benefits was attributed to those who are not supposed to be the recipients- people who are above the poverty line. Thus, the poverty projects implemented by the government were strongly deemed as ineffective, in terms of cost-benefit ratios as it merely chained to more problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With poverty projects, the cost incurred in carrying out the programs was found to be greater than the benefits generated from it. Since poverty projects were not always as effective as they may be, the poor families cannot expect benefit from it since the government’s budget is limited, as it is not readily expandable to accommodate additional needs. It has always been subject to instrinsic constraints such as foreign debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove that legalizing child labor could serve as a solution, the regression result from the article: “Is Spatial Inequality Rising in the Philippines?” by Arsenio Balisacan and Nobuhiko Fuwa, provides interesting insights about this issue. It is indicated that the number of children of a family is negatively related to the household welfare. Meaning, the more number of children in the family, the less benefit they obtain. However, the study was able to prove that, the two become positively related, meaning even with many household members (more number of children), families could still improve their welfare, only if more household members are employed, including children. Thus, in this case, child labor could be very much beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the said arguments, it is logical to conclude that child labor is the most probable and practical way to improve the welfare of below-poverty line households. Although some of you may still disagree, you must also understand that majority of these children struggle each day to maintain daily survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not possible to prevent child labor absolutely, why not view it on another light and see it as solution. By legalizing child labor, we can even improve the working child’s well being by implementing laws that could guarantee their protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me ask you, would you rather see a helpless poor child work or starve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening and good afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-114378119413501690?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/114378119413501690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=114378119413501690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114378119413501690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114378119413501690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/03/legalize-child-labor.html' title='Legalize Child Labor'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-114229487765936208</id><published>2006-03-14T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:10:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand of Tapat Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspirational Speech (1st BECS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Elvin Ivan Uy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not who you are underneath but what you do that defines you”, or so the film Batman Begins would like us to believe. Allow me then to tell you of what I do. I am, as I would put it, a corporate slave for a telecom company, 5 times over in a week – from 8am to 6pm or later – sometimes including weekends but never on holidays. Not too long ago though, I was a college student – an engineering student to be exact; I was also a “student leader”, an activist – I stood for, presumptuous at it may sound, genuine progressive politics both inside and outside this university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of you, you are all young adults and students of business, commerce, and economics. You are expected to study, or do any semblance of it. All of you are tasked to attend classes, submit project papers, take and pass exams, and understand the rudiments of accounting, the Gini coefficient, and the finer points of operations research, among other things. Some of you may have the time to squeeze in some extra-curricular work on the side, being active in your respective professional organizations, church groups, student governments, cause-oriented and volunteerism groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a matter of years, or months for some of you, you will be defined by another tag – business practitioner, business leader. It is by no means a stretch of imagination when I say that the next set of important business leaders and policy makers may very well be in this auditorium right now. And if that is the case, then I must see to it that I get my message across to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I proceed, I just want to see a simple show of hands, who among you here enjoys rock music? It does not matter what variant of rock – acid, pop, punk – just want to know who does. Now, rock music aficionado or not, I am sure most if not all of you know who Bono is. He is of course the lead singer of the iconic band U2. Bono, as some of you may know, was recently adjudged as one of Time Magazine’s “Persons of the Year” for his works that can be summed up by the acronym DATA (Debt, AIDS, Trade, Africa), which incidentally, is also the name of the NGO he co-founded. Through his efforts and those of other like-minded individuals and institutions, US$50 billion worth of debt will be written off by the G8 for some of the poorest countries in Africa. He is also one of the faces of the “One – Make Poverty History” campaign and is an ardent advocate of fair trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me now quote a part of his widely-forwarded speech during the Harvard Commencement Day of 2001. He said, “music was like an alarm clock for me as a teenager and still keeps me from falling asleep in the comfort of my freedom. Rock music to me is rebel music. But rebelling against what? In the Fifties it was sexual mores and double standards. In the Sixties it was the Vietnam War and racial and social inequality. What are we rebelling against now? If I am honest, I'm rebelling against my own indifference. I am rebelling against the idea that the world is the way the world is and there's not a damned thing I can do about it. So I'm trying to do some damned thing. But fighting my indifference is my own problem. What's your problem?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, most of you know what assails our country: poverty, unemployment and underemployment, brain drain and the social costs of excessive migration, unfair international trade policies, corruption in the government and “trapo” politics – one that sucks the very life of this nation for the interest of the insatiable and crooked few. But knowing is one thing, understanding them is another. I believe that if all of us truly understand say, what the fact that 1 in every 3 Filipinos lives on less than a dollar a day or that 1 in every 6 of our countrymen have experienced extreme hunger in the past 6 months means, then none of us will be passive accomplices to the perpetuations of these ills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of the impression that we don’t necessarily get to choose the cause we espouse, I believe it chooses us. True, it is a conscious decision to do the things we do in light of how we perceive our realities. But a cause impels you to do something without much prodding. Here’s a case in point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names Alfredo Gersava Jr., Hazfle Taborada, Adrian Protacio and RJ Palinge certainly do not ring a bell for any of you. All four are civil engineering students of the Sultan Kudarat Polytechnic State College. They have dedicated themselves to helping the Manobo, Tiduray, B'laan, T'boli and Christian communities of Sultan Kudarat rise above their impoverished lives. To do so, they take 8-to-10-hour rides and walks across mountain trails, hanging bridges and streams twice or thrice a month. The four are active members of the Students in Free Enterprise (SIFE), a nonprofit organization that encourages university students worldwide to teach residents of remote communities entrepreneurship, market economics, financial literacy and marketing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the town of Kalamansig, they taught the community how to use rice hull ash in making concrete hollow blocks. Rice hull ash, a waste product of rice milling, is usually burned or thrown away, which harms the environment. With the new technology of using rice hull ash as a cement extender, the community not only solved the problem of waste management but also cut the cost of construction materials. The community has then been tapped by Gawad Kalinga Foundation to supply its hollow block requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s more. In the town of Lebak, the team taught the coastal community to fatten mud crabs (alimango) and market these to supplement its income from raising fish in ponds. Only 22 days are needed to fatten crabs, compared with the needed 3 months or more to culture fish. Because the community residents learned how to market their products, they eliminated the need for middlemen. This also solved the problem of the mud crabs feeding on fingerlings and destroying fishnets. The community members had raised their income by as much as 60% as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all their work, the team was our country’s official delegate to the Sife Olympics in Toronto, Canada held in October of last year. But what is particularly poignant about this story is the fact that the four were themselves cash-strapped. Asked why they do it in spite of their own difficulties, Alfredo simply answered, “we may be poor but we have other blessings from God. That is our capital”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask, what is your cause? What is it you stand for? How do I define you and your group of future business leaders? If I go by the theme of this convention – Philippine Prime Movers, Going beyond Business – can I safely assume that yours is more than just about making profits, commanding shamelessly high salaries, and the business of doing business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to answer now. But I do hope each and every one of you think about it in light of all that our country is currently not and all that you can be for it. Certainly, it does not matter who you are or what you do; anyone from financially-challenged students to millionaire rock stars can chip in. Let that define our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said that we rebelled against our own indifference, and won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-114229487765936208?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/114229487765936208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=114229487765936208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114229487765936208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114229487765936208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/03/brand-of-tapat-leader.html' title='A Brand of Tapat Leader'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-114148880603144797</id><published>2006-03-05T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T09:01:16.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching-a-concert-of-former-co-dancers-Effect</title><content type='html'>AT THIS MOMENT, I just want to dance once more. You probably don’t know how much it means to me. Dancing used to be a burning passion that frees my soul. I had faith in it, I put my heart in every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could flaunt every move as I follow the rhythm of music as if it’s my own and dance joyfully on stage as if it’s my own new world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has become a jailer of my own dream.  With false determination, I have suppressed my passion for quite some time and now it has rotten like a coquettish decay that appears in my reverie once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbness has subconsciously filled my soul, but the flaming desire still melts my concealed heart. *sigh tears and sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-114148880603144797?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/114148880603144797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=114148880603144797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114148880603144797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114148880603144797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/03/watching-concert-of-former-co-dancers.html' title='Watching-a-concert-of-former-co-dancers-Effect'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-114137648572636566</id><published>2006-03-03T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:46:14.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whohohoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Honesty is the best policy, but he who acts on that principle is not an honest man"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Whately&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-114137648572636566?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/114137648572636566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=114137648572636566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114137648572636566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114137648572636566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/03/whohohoa.html' title='Whohohoa'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-114130323333197417</id><published>2006-03-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:12:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not do unto others what you don’t want others do unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived by this motto almost my entire life, a Chinese proverb that my father has taught me since I was 7 or 8? No matter what circumstances I’ve encountered, I was guided by this consistently. Kahit gusto ko na sumapak ng tao, I’ve persistently reminded myself by this saying. In my opinion, a practical analogy could be: wag ka manapak kung ayaw mo masapak. BOOM! aaww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I’m taking all its consequences. Putting a shit on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Patience is power!” “Smile on the face of adversity!” blahblah. I’ve been reading a lot of self-help articles and books to prepare myself in “battles” that I am currently going through, some tasks I am compelled to do while others I whole-heartedly wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a plain observer; I hunger for big roles. Kung sa basketball, dapat MVP! Or someone like Gladiator. Roooaaaaaar! (but not as brutal as that) I always wanted something extra-ordinary. If given a chance to join GMA Channel 7’s Extra Challenge, I would be more than willing, pera din yun, but more than that; I’m really hooked to challenges. Man! It gives me the adrenaline rush you know, arouses me effortlessly. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality conflict. This has been bothering me so much lately. For the past 2 weeks, I’ve encountered 3 people. My “enemies” increased by a multiplier! Hand me my sword. Chugush* However, I’ve dealt and resolved with the 2 already. Two down, one more to go, but how long will this conflict last? Sigh. I even consider this person as one of my closest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, this is too much, baka ako na ang may sayad. But hey, I’m still rational. I took in consideration that no matter how kind you are to a person, it doesn’t mean he/she would reciprocate the same kindness you’ve bestowed unto him/her. “Do to others what you want others do to you”. Doesn’t work that way my friend. Heck, what has this proverb done to me recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I expect something good in return; it’s just that I hope people would treat me the same way as I treat them. “Ganun talaga”, ang sagot ng isa, as I was trying to absorb for an advice. At least now I learned how to deal with those beings. I’m still in the process of understanding “them” though. As I always tell myself, patience Cel, ok lang yaaaaan! Besides, there is no great accomplishment that is not a result of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m not perfect. No need to tell me that dear. Am I too demanding? Or judgmental? I’ve reflected on myself well about that. On my part, I think I’m opinionated, more of like giving constructive criticisms to others. Am I not entitled to my own opinion? I tell a person when something’s wrong with her/him. If you think that’s being judgmental, well I’m sorry. Deal with it. Although I also consider keeping my mouth shut, when it is best to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next issue: being demanding. Please allow me to raise my point. I demand for something when I have my own rational reasons to demand for it. Considering all BECS officers my close friends and blockmates, I know I became demanding during BECS week, cz I had to do so. Iron lady as you may call me, I intended to detach myself from you guys emotionally, especially during meetings so I could handle this project in a more organized manner. It was hard for me too, to treat you as if we’re bureaucrats. When the time is not concerned with this project, I mingled back with you guys, as I was back to my crazy old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever other reasons you (whoever you are) find me too demanding, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t post this if I had no important reasons. If you happened to reach this part, I hope you could share me some light. I need your opinion about me, and I’d prefer you tell me the negative ones. Definitely there’s something wrong with me. I need an honest opinion, seriously. I’d be more grateful if you tell me the truth no matter how bad it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could post it down (comment section), or send it to my gmail account, &lt;a href="mailto:celestinerevilla@gmail.com"&gt;celestinerevilla@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-114130323333197417?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/114130323333197417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=114130323333197417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114130323333197417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114130323333197417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/03/golden-rule.html' title='The Golden Rule'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-114104495918365519</id><published>2006-02-27T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T07:17:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Declaration of State of National Emergency (1986 &amp; 2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Events and personages occur at least twice in history- the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karl Marx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-114104495918365519?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/114104495918365519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=114104495918365519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114104495918365519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/114104495918365519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-declaration-of-state-of-national.html' title='On the Declaration of State of National Emergency (1986 &amp; 2006)'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-113979107016747539</id><published>2006-02-14T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:48:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fake Holiday</title><content type='html'>It’s “Single Awareness Day” once again! A holiday dedicated to lovers. How ridiculous! After twenty years of dwelling on Earth (deduct the first three years of course for I was oblivious) I’ve reached into a conclusion that Valentine’s Day is a fake holiday. It’s just an excuse for human beings to make up for the warmth and affection they have failed to express on their significant others for the entire year; as they further fuel to sudden uncontrolled consumerism; an occasion for general stupidity of the gullible teens who bought into all those silly signs of love. On the brighter side though, it induces economic activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blockmates and I used to bash and stare at sweethearts exchanging stolen kisses at SJ walk, LS benches and conservatory, feeling grossed out (eewww) and furtively envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Valentine’s Day in a different light now. Perhaps it could still be an excuse for foolish people to indulge themselves in the “lavapolooza / lover-palooza” (is my spelling right? Hahaha) or other types of PDA’s (public display of affection or Phil. Dental Assoc? haha lame lame what a lame), but I believe that Valentine’s Day is a chance to show our loved ones (not necessarily boyfriend/girlfriend) that we love them. Greet your mom and dad a Happy Valentine’s Day! If you don’t have a boyfriend, so what? Invite a bunch of your single girlfriends together to dine in your favorite restaurants or watch movies. Enjoy and have great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re unable to find love, OPEN your eyes, later on you might realize, love actually is all around you. Soon you’ll find it, if you only know where to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a little present, I’ve prepared something for you my dear readers, I called it “3 poems of love”, (I'm quite a sucker for love, perhaps because I have the heart of a poet, I admire writers known throughout the history as the world's most passionate romantics). FYI,the two poems are old though, anyhow I hope you like it. (For those who cannot appreciate poetry, feel free to click the close (X) button, fine with me!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113979107016747539?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113979107016747539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113979107016747539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113979107016747539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113979107016747539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/02/fake-holiday_14.html' title='A Fake Holiday'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-113979098066480709</id><published>2006-02-14T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:36:20.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Poems of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Soulmate’s Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I traveled so far?&lt;br /&gt;So far, to meet someone who knows my name&lt;br /&gt;But then he is strange to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone looking for me?&lt;br /&gt;Looking for me in the immeasurable deep hole,&lt;br /&gt;where priceless treasures appear unseen.&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find him?&lt;br /&gt;There’s no answer to anything I tried to find.&lt;br /&gt;How long must I to travel?&lt;br /&gt;To travel this lifeless journey without end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“The Kiss (2)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shiver runs through her body, as the cold wind moaned in her ear, a chilly gale caressed her face. She felt his breath gently blowing her right temple, crossing the bridge of her nose, to her left cheek. The coldness of the night was not lost in her, as bewilderment overwhelmed her. But she patiently waits in frozen time, waiting for his kiss, to awake her in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have detached myself from you&lt;br /&gt;You’re no longer the object of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t mean I love you less&lt;br /&gt;I’ve only moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longing passed away,&lt;br /&gt;but the love never fades,&lt;br /&gt;So if you came to pass by and see nothing,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn’t mean I love you less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories you left with me,&lt;br /&gt;Are still in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;If in my waking moment is not spent thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn’t mean I love you less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile since you left&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve reached the brink of my tether,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t miss you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t mean I love you less,&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve always loved you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113979098066480709?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113979098066480709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113979098066480709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113979098066480709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113979098066480709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/02/3-poems-of-love.html' title='3 Poems of Love'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-113966605439453036</id><published>2006-02-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:57:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>I sent this message to a dear old friend who has been searching for an inspiration to fulfill his/her own emptiness. As what he/she exactly told me: “I was searching everywhere, where I can find an inspiration to continue what I’m doing. Parang hindi na kase masaya. Kaya kita bigla naisip kase parang lahat ng ginagawa mo, sobrang saya mo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only advise one word though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Having passion for God doesn’t replace or displace passion in your life or passion for what God has called you to do. On the contrary, it means you do a better job of whatever it is you have been called to do”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Without passion to drive your life, you will never succeed in anything. When you make knowing Him a priority, learn He is good God and grow to love Him, you will discover that a passion for God is flame that cannot be extinguished, a light that cannot be dimmed, and a love that will never be disappointed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Harold J. Sala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kept this article in my folder since the time I first read it in the newspaper. I decided to post this because I just thought this could help others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To my lost friend: You might probably not believe this, but I just cried yesterday to John B., and this time I couldn’t help it cz oftentimes I would cry alone. (ma-pride ako). After that “awkward experience” I realized it’s also healthy to release my own sentiments to others. I agree, I'm a cheerful person but when you told me "parang lahat ng ginagawa mo, sobrang saya mo"--&gt; not always the case. There's always "ups and downs" in everything that I do, but as what I mentioned in the email: never did I regret of doing everything that I could possibly offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113966605439453036?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113966605439453036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113966605439453036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113966605439453036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113966605439453036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/02/passion_11.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-113935713198686239</id><published>2006-02-08T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:05:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treated Like Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"exploited, manipulated, and treated like animals" by a television network, which can be held liable criminally for failing to protect the crowd, the lead investigator of a government fact-finding committee said Tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Offering so few tickets to so many people can be likened to throwing a small slice of meat to a pack of hungry wolves. This triggered the stampede,” &lt;strong&gt;Corpus, DILG Undersecretary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer. By Joel Francis Guinto, Tetch Torres (INQ7.net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113935713198686239?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.inq7.net/top/index.php?index=1&amp;story_id=65404' title='Treated Like Animals'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113935713198686239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113935713198686239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113935713198686239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113935713198686239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/02/treated-like-animals.html' title='Treated Like Animals'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-113923460337051239</id><published>2006-02-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:02:21.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a girl becoming a woman, and I don’t realize the power of my own presence. I honestly don’t know, I could not fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the essence of life even when I’m only sitting and looking outside the window. I usually reserve my spare time for poetry or write about anything under the sun when I feel like releasing my baloney sentiments. For the past months, I’ve exerted too much effort on other things, relevant things that I have put forth my entire heart. Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I easily get bored reading textbooks, for like two hours. I’d be bringing my 5-pound International Finance book everyday, but I tend to get sleepy after reading 4 leaves, although I can bear reading novels inside a moving vehicle, even when I get dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, family and cousins make me happy, all variety of things makes me happy. Acoustic vibes make me float; they say that music that you love listening is the language of your soul…. I say AMEN. Reading newspapers before I sleep makes me sleep. Adam Sandler makes my heart jump. It’s good to dress up once in a while, and look beautiful. Trying out very challenging tasks gives me adrenaline rush. I know in my heart God has a reason for everything, even during the WORST situations. If you want to be successful, I can only advise three words: hardwork, patience and goal. You must also learn how to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes I do cry when no one sees me of course. There’s laughter in every tear. If two’s a company and three’s a crowd, what’s 4 and 5? Nine! That one made me laugh. How many more laughter do I have left? HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water cleanse my body, it also cleanse my eyes so that I might see the truth and realize that he who wrestles me always strengthens my nerves and sharpen my skills. If given another chance, I would gladly welcome Adversity with open arms. THANK YOU! I convey my sincerest gratitude for being my greatest teacher. I have learned little form my victories, but when I was pushed and tormented, it was there I acquired great knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like old songs, as in OLD. The singers way back sing with their hearts. “Yes, I’m the Great, Pretender/ Pretending You’re Still Around”. Singers today sing for the money. It’s lucky whenever you tell your friends that your money is your “last money”, right Ands? If I tell you I never got broke, would you believe me? (I still owe you twenty pesos I know.) This is my ONLY explanation: God provides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working with many people, as in MANY people. I’m a pusher. I push them to responsibilities that best suit them. Organizing major projects always excites me, it’s even more exciting than working on with our thesis (Thank God my thesismates have no time reading my blog, as they are probably doing our thesis wahaha! Hey, I do share a reasonable gauge of load too, it’s just that Stephen loves revising).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my hair was long, I tie my hair up; I don’t know how to fix my hair! There’s always a group of girls with long hair, and mine was a bummer baby. So, I cut it short! I don’t care if my long hair used to be shiny and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to have a conversation with me for at least five minutes, and you’ll know what my beliefs are. The more I despise Catholic religion, the more I get closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love water in Starbucks, it’s different from other waters (is there such term as waterS?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used argue with my friends Bing and Vicky that one doesn’t need a boyfriend. Hell, who says we can’t survive without them?! Someone told me before “love is a choice” and I made I choice when I made NO choice. Little did they know, I sometimes envy my friends who have their loved ones, especially when they share to me how secure they feel when there’s always someone whom they could rely on. Yeah fine. I admit I’m a hopeless romantic too, duh! Isn’t obvious with my poems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong spending Valentine’s day with Rhoda (cousin), Andrea and other friends at Bubba Gump, we’re all after the  good food anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wear watches, but my mom gave me one. I love those who give me practical gifts (food, chocolates, cakes, money!), but the only I thing I ever wanted for my birthday was to be greeted. So to those who forgot/failed to greet me last December 26, 2005, I know who you are! I can still remember each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwinding is a GOOOD therapy. I feel blessed surrounded with many people. It feels good to be leaving an indelible mark. It feels good typing here also! I think I’ve said too much already. I suddenly felt an inner peace. That’s good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113923460337051239?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113923460337051239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113923460337051239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113923460337051239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113923460337051239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/02/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-113869268912641536</id><published>2006-01-31T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:35:13.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Word and National Renewal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(From Last Sunday's Gospel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change begins from within- from the heart and mind of people. What is needed is &lt;em&gt;metanoia&lt;/em&gt;, which is conversion that implies a new way of thinking. Change begins with the spirit of the person. This being the case, change does not only involve the heart and the will of the human person, but the action of God who touches hearts with his Spirit and with his Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme: God's Word: Power for National Renewal. True renewal will be possible only when it is the Word of God that empowers people to fight apathy and corruption and inspires them to order all aspects of life on truth, justice peace, and concern for the poor and the weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday's Gospel underlines Jesus' &lt;em&gt;exousia&lt;/em&gt;, his authority and power. The authority of Jesus does not lie primarily in the power of his arguments, like some exposition of a learned rabbi. The authority of Jesus lies in his word that effects what it commands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"He commands even the unclean spirits and they obey him,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people cry out in astonishment. The word of Jesus is like the creative word of God at work in creation.. God said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Let there be light", and there was light. (Gn 1:3)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is to the Word of God that we must have recourse in our search for national renewal. It is the word that judges us, that exposes us for who we are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The word of God is living and effective, sharper than any two-edged sword, penetrating even between soul and spirit, joints and marrow, and able to discern&lt;br /&gt;reflections and thoughts of the heart." (Heb 4:12)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the word that consoles the afflicted and the repentant, that infuses the soul with faith, hope and love. It is the word that is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"useful for teaching, for refutation, for correction and for training in righteousness" (1 Tim 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is the word that can build us up and give us inheritance among all who are consecrated". (Acts 20:32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this message, we lament for the shameful title we have earned as one of the corrupt countries in the world despite our name as Christians. Is our national malaise traceable to our Christian faith, so that we can deduce that Christaianity has failed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who really know what true faith is say that if Christianity has ever failed, it is because it has never been truly tried. The Word of God has probably not truly been lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fr. Gil A. Alinsangan, SSP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113869268912641536?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113869268912641536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113869268912641536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113869268912641536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113869268912641536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/01/gods-word-and-national-renewal_31.html' title='God&apos;s Word and National Renewal'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-113869008396274809</id><published>2006-01-31T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:56:35.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instilling business ethics while they're young</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Students of business and economics courses from various universities gathered at the De La Salle University (DLSU) last Jan. 20 and 21 to &lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/PHOTO369.jpg"&gt;see...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iris Cecilia C. Gonzales, &lt;a href="http://BusinessWorldww.bworldonline.com/BW013106/today.php"&gt;BusinessWorld.&lt;/a&gt; January 24, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113869008396274809?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113869008396274809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113869008396274809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113869008396274809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113869008396274809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/01/instilling-business-ethics-while.html' title='Instilling business ethics while they&apos;re young'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-113797661566292354</id><published>2006-01-23T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:04:42.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Remarks (1st BECS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Thank you so much for the kind introduction, Hiren and Cara.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our distinguished guests, Dr. Quebengco, Dean Alba, Vice Dean Hapitan, Dr. Tullao, speakers, respected professors, co-students, members of DLSU-Student Council, friends, ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only proper that we should give thanks and praise to our God Almighty that this gathering took place today. For indeed God is the only ally we can always count on under all circumstances. By trusting God on hardships, we learn what He can do in our lives especially in these trying times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our theme, “Philippine Prime Movers; Going Beyond Business”, is relevant, for we cannot close our eyes to our country’s current situation: grinding poverty, rising unemployment; rampant graft and corruption in the government, runaway inflation, uncontrolled borrowings, yawning budget deficits, the trillion national debt, growing numbers of the uneducated and the widening gap between the rich and the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are witness are to the present degenerate political system. The executive branch of government fighting bitterly with the legislative, the senate house of representatives, with no apparent reason except for self preservation and lust for power. Thus, it seems they can no longer be trusted and hopeless for as far as improving our economy and poverty alleviation are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have no alternative, but to organize ourselves, lend a helping hand and be part of the solution and strive to make our voice heard, and share our talents and blessings to the less fortunate Filipinos; by making this two-day convention possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome you all to the 1st Business and Economics Convention for Students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In behalf of the BECS officers, I wish to take this opportunity to convey our sincerest appreciation and gratitude to all of you, who in one way or another, supported this convention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113797661566292354?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113797661566292354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113797661566292354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113797661566292354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113797661566292354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/01/opening-remarks-1st-becs.html' title='Opening Remarks (1st BECS)'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-113663267060493421</id><published>2006-01-07T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:56:14.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Business and Economics Convention for Students (BECS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The 1st Business and Economics Convention for Students (BECS) is a product of the collective effort of the Business and Economic Assembly Officers, DLSU- Student Council. It will be a pioneering convention that aims to emphasize the role of Business and Economics students as future business leaders, promoting insights on the country's economic problems, possible solutions, growth opportunities and the practice of corporate social responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mission:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECS’ mission is to enhance the integrity of the future business leaders and policymakers, serve the best interest of the students and contribute to the progress of the country’s national objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vision:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“To be a strong and dynamic student organization, socially-committed future business leaders and policymakers worthy of esteem of Filipino people”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schedule of Activities: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/Update2.jpg"&gt;Day 1- January 20, 2006 (Friday)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/Update3.jpg"&gt;Day 2- January 21, 2006 (Saturday)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113663267060493421?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/Update1.jpg' title='An Invitation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113663267060493421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113663267060493421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113663267060493421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113663267060493421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2006/01/invitation.html' title='An Invitation'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-113344710061295970</id><published>2005-12-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:29:50.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty Times I Love You</title><content type='html'>By Hershey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you when I dream&lt;br /&gt;When I see you dancing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Your dress sparkling brightly with the wind&lt;br /&gt;But I have to wake soon,&lt;br /&gt;So I love you when I rise&lt;br /&gt;When I relive your smile once again&lt;br /&gt;The way it wrinkles around your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have to work so then,&lt;br /&gt;I love you as I see my face&lt;br /&gt;When I look in the mirror and hope&lt;br /&gt;That you’d be there with me all my days&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m late I must try to cope,&lt;br /&gt;Since I love you as I drive&lt;br /&gt;When I feel your hand so soft in mine&lt;br /&gt;Every second makes my heart alive&lt;br /&gt;Here I am so short on time,&lt;br /&gt;Thus I love you as I run&lt;br /&gt;When my mind races past your pictures&lt;br /&gt;I realize that you are the one&lt;br /&gt;Then I reach the office doors,&lt;br /&gt;I hear I love you in the air&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you as my only&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I’ll be touching your hair&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I have to finish by three,&lt;br /&gt;So then I love you as I leave&lt;br /&gt;When so far away I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Everyday seems like a New Year’s Eve&lt;br /&gt;I await then for my rejoice,&lt;br /&gt;I love you as I knock&lt;br /&gt;When my soul can just sense you’re so near&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your hand undoing the lock&lt;br /&gt;My smile reaches my ears,&lt;br /&gt;Then I love you as finally&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done I feel you&lt;br /&gt;My whole life and being are set free&lt;br /&gt;In both your arms I know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;That I love you more than anything&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me I shiver gale&lt;br /&gt;And feel as though I have eagle wings&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to go home, so I feel pale,&lt;br /&gt;I love you as I call&lt;br /&gt;When I get to tell you of my day&lt;br /&gt;And more of how much you’ve made me fall&lt;br /&gt;Giggling with feet of clay,&lt;br /&gt;So then I love you as we end&lt;br /&gt;When you say goodnight and kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;One last well wish, take care I send&lt;br /&gt;Before we ride our sailing ships,&lt;br /&gt;I love you until my final last,&lt;br /&gt;More than fifty years we wed be past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113344710061295970?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113344710061295970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113344710061295970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113344710061295970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113344710061295970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/12/fifty-times-i-love-you.html' title='Fifty Times I Love You'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-113332089161026737</id><published>2005-11-30T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:01:52.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still love you this November</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't you hear the sweetest whisper of the wind as the rain poured down? Look outside your window, and remember that the view is all you can take. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sent nature a note for you: raindrops of tears, not of grief but joy. I still love you this November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-113332089161026737?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/113332089161026737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=113332089161026737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113332089161026737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/113332089161026737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-still-love-you-this-november.html' title='I still love you this November'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112944284946194266</id><published>2005-10-16T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:32:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LET THE sand fall from my palm. I realized, it’s about time to let you go for I’ve thought of you more than the things I know. I’ll take two steps backward as you take a step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s the most painful thing to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to let you go, even though I still care for you deeply, I know, you don’t feel the same but it’s the best for us. I’m pleased to leave you remembering me as the kind of person you’ve known me for. I just thought, letting go would be a noble thing to do, I know that you know how I feel, and yet you cared enough not to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the sand I selfishly get hold, I’m letting you fall from my palm, but I’ll never be far. You can always reach me, as I proudly watch you start on your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“To let go is to fear less, and love more,&lt;br /&gt;time for love is too short."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112944284946194266?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112944284946194266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112944284946194266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112944284946194266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112944284946194266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-sand-fall-from-my-palm.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112893989204717746</id><published>2005-10-10T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:29:08.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been searching for the perfect sunset, since that faithful day you left, not really knowing why, my soul longs for the sight of the sun, bidding farewell across the sky, colors of fierce orange and red that later turns into dark blue and black, just like the flame our love once had, so warm and inviting, then dying so quickly, I wasn't even sure that it existed or if it ever was real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112893989204717746?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112893989204717746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112893989204717746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112893989204717746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112893989204717746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-searching-for-perfect-sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112754607973176793</id><published>2005-09-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:32:35.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never wished for so much, not much that I never wanted you to look back at me or try to touch me when I follow you. All I ever wanted was for you to keep on walking and for me to keep on watching, because I know that I would never be allowed to touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more than that, I ask you not to look back because when you look at me, you don’t see, you don’t see that every stare means so much more than what you take them for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112754607973176793?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112754607973176793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112754607973176793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112754607973176793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112754607973176793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-never-wished-for-so-much-not-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112746501825171182</id><published>2005-09-23T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T16:43:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only warm air in this room is the air rising from your lungs &amp; my bloodless hands are inside your ribcage; my hand slick with your terror, your throbbing heart; the painful silver seam of your throat in the ragged bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You breathe my name out; a cloud of longing and sadness and misery. Tell me, beloved, what does your grief taste like? How much do you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won’t see me tonight, or any other night, but I’ll be watching you. In your pulse hums the rhythm that was stolen from my own wrist &amp; throat.You will be singing our song, but I, I have forgotten the words. I have lost them in the monotone prayers hanging over the cold dirt of my grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still walk the same earth, beloved, only my feet touch the ground no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112746501825171182?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112746501825171182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112746501825171182' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112746501825171182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112746501825171182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/09/only-warm-air-in-this-room-is-air_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112746515679080303</id><published>2005-09-17T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T16:45:56.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was lonely for something I forget about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112746515679080303?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112746515679080303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112746515679080303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112746515679080303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112746515679080303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-was-lonely-for-something-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112614570043260253</id><published>2005-09-08T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:31:05.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got this from Yummy’s blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me _____, then you’re _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel- from my schools--&gt; Miriam, DLSU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina- people from our house  &amp; Dr. Unite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinoling- Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celestine!- Mom calls me when I have phone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten- Yaya Adoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy- Sister Lebs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Tina- my bro Jomar and other younger cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinapay/Tinapa/Tinapon- childhood enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamy/Chamyto ("use your head")- Cousin Rhoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubby/Chabilita- my insans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Revilla - Rels/Accounting teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatima- My Filipino teacher in Grade 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imang- Divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces- people who thought they know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi Cel!- Blockmates--&gt; Josh, Ands, Czari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bossing/Boss Fatty/Boss Chief- Rondel, Roy, Alan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rilla (as in Gorilla Revilla!) - Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macho girl/Macho- Kairuz (haha where are you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizza (as in Aizza Ceguerra!)- Carlo Choa, Reeno Guzman, JR Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taba- Carlo Choa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabatina- high school friends Vaughn &amp;amp; Mariel, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie (sino toh?)- Dr. Tullao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112614570043260253?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112614570043260253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112614570043260253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112614570043260253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112614570043260253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/09/names_08.html' title='Names'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112607585136604990</id><published>2005-09-07T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:33:51.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Foretold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The impeachment-killing process became a simile of a Death Foretold. The House of Representative’s willful negligence to reveal the truth, planned for the immediate impeachment murder, about which everyone knew before it happened. It only took less than two weeks to permanently exterminate the complaint, no sweat! Why in a rush? She’s going to the United Nations this week, perhaps she wants to take pride that no impeachment protest came about. &lt;em&gt;Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where art thou noble men?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Are the congressmen afraid of the truth? If then, they’re not real men. It was their opportunity to exemplify great nobleness; it was their chance to shine. They could have opted for the impeachment to end up the uncertainty and clamors of the people, but they selfishly chose millions of pesos. I admire Manong Edmond, for standing up against his former allies. A person like him makes me realize, may pag-asa pa ang Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinungaling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I challenge the opposition to take your grievances to the court, follow the rule of law, impeach me!” Does she really want to be impeached? Another lie. She did not even let the evidence to come out, the House has finally closed the complaint, and no impeachment protest can be filed against her for one year. People will be forever in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Power Failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groups of Cory Aquino and Susan Roces were in the gallery; there was loud booing after the tally of votes was formally adopted as a resolution. So, is it over? Hell no. It was followed by a street rally, however the People Power Revolution that Cory Aquino thought would work failed, it did not tipped. Personally, I’m against street rallies, but I can’t blame a number of vigilantes, the authorities did not speak for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The kicker: What goodness does it bring to kill the truth permanently and losses their principles to rule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112607585136604990?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112607585136604990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112607585136604990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112607585136604990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112607585136604990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/09/death-foretold-impeachment-killing_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112558400074234548</id><published>2005-09-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:18:36.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic with Sir Bombit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="796" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/dlsu-ue003.jpg" width="987" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112558400074234548?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112558400074234548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112558400074234548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112558400074234548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112558400074234548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/09/pic-with-sir-bombit.html' title='Pic with Sir Bombit'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112558363924420741</id><published>2005-09-01T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:07:19.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yehey! hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 255px" height=1000 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/dlsu-ue001.jpg" width=1160&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112558363924420741?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112558363924420741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112558363924420741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112558363924420741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112558363924420741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/09/yehey-hahaha.html' title='yehey! hahaha'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112445315171980802</id><published>2005-08-19T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:29:31.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Charter Change:  Reduction to Government Failures?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Josh, I am hesitant to post this, nahirapan ako dito. Since you insist, fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Warning: This article is purely economic by principle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The shift to parliamentary-federal government system from presidential through the execution of a charter change, when evaluated, ominously comprises political turmoil- the fundamental picture of economic principles underneath this condition has been overlooked by the current political crisis. Amending the constitution, in times of tumult, is palpable as driving force for political motivations. This could be the crucial issue, which reasons why most people look at charter change with derision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is expected that with attached political tactics, the overhaul of the constitution, would be viewed certainly with derision. However, they have failed to consider the direct impacts on institutions and governance heavily influenced by vast economic ground, as they resort to this amendment. Hence, it would be futile to fervently position our stands to support charter change, without focusing more on relevant principles, particularly economic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I believe that if the provisions of charter change come to pass, although far from perfect, could further reduce government failures. Whether to bear the burden of the current political system or to defy the powerless state, and improve it through the aid of reforms are difficult objects to weigh importance. I have considered that declaring a new-fangled political arena would entail huge enforcement costs, necessary to cover dissemination and operational expense, nevertheless, in the long run; the economy still has the potential to gain net social benefits. The current political system is a fact. Therefore, a new government structure is preferred to arise, at least to evade the accustomed US based government structure, which is proved as a failure for the past decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a parliamentary system, the legislators, cast by the votes of the people, elect the prime minister.. Albeit mass citizens were unable to directly participate in electing the prime minister, they could carry out the practice of the vote of no confidence. If they think their government acts according to vested interests of the elite and few private sectors, people could uncomplicatedly throw out the incumbent leader if he/she is deemed corrupt and unconstitutional. In addition, under this system, the executive, legislative and judiciary would work together. In this case, government actors could be more efficient and effective, only if good organization is perpetually maintained, as all the actors could scrutinize and check the works and responsibilities of each other. Thus, a parliamentary government; could intensify efficiency and accountability among its political actors; as a result this situation could further enhance the government’s effectiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federalism involves decentralization of power from a concentrated government (Manila) to countryside regions. Although this would cover huge amount of expenditures, since each unit would have its own legislative and judiciary branch, simultaneously, it implies greater responsibilities and liabilities, which rigorously encourage greater efficiency among its political players. These expenditures could be reflected as incentives and compensations to local municipalities, thus promoting efficiency for employees, as they will be entitled to sufficient amounts of income pushing them to work eagerly. Thus, under this condition, the new structure could result to increase in productivity; it would be blatant that local governments could ideally provide its people with quality goods and services. Furthermore, it would appear that efficient allocation of resources would be realized, thus alleviating income inequality in the countryside. If reckoned with boost and confidence, this situation could enhance economic development to regions of federal states, as the welfare of the local citizens, in general could most likely improve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that the parliamentary-federal government (PFG hereafter) promotes greater responsibilities and accountability, this new system would be able to provide economic development programs that could, without difficulty, be plugged in to operation. For every federal state, each region could be more focused on their programs since their targets are limited to smaller areas, tangible public goods and services, could be felt by its people straightforwardly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This situation could even assuage rural-urban migration. Power and development, over-centralized in Metro Manila have created worsening income inequality within and across regions. Preferential development in urban areas, wherein it offers higher wages, urged many migrations from rural to urban places. This phenomenon, could pave way to the decline in agricultural sector, as a net result, could yield to a worse condition, as local economies incur net loss on social benefits. Therefore, PFG, if implemented anticipates improvement in the distribution of income within the regions, given that, federal governments provide a more labor-intensive technology that could generate employment opportunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moreover, PFG could also minimize the aggravating issues in the educational sector. Higher returns to education are expected, if productive employment is generated. PFG may improve few yet efficient numbers of SUCs. State Universities and Colleges that have mushroomed all over the country are deemed inefficient due to countless educational issues, thus resulted to market failures. One region, say, could only build one or two SUCs that will be ran efficiently. However vocational schools need to arise, and these programs could be offered to a significant demand. This situation would create sufficient productive employment that does not necessarily require highly intellectual skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Overall, these types of economic programs, could be ran effectively since political actors are entitled to work on smaller areas, as they would become more focused governing a minor population. The provisions of PFG, therefore strengthens accountability, responsibilities and liabilities of its leaders. By principle; PFG would uphold superior effectiveness and efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, as mentioned earlier, the shift to PFG covers a huge amount of enforcement cost; however, corresponding benefit is anticipated in the future, in the form of substantial social returns, if government failures are structured better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Constitutional reforms accompanied by weak enforcement and institutional inefficiencies, merely exacerbates the economic condition. Political leaders and decision makers should critically plan and analyze and above all,  they should be committed. If that’s the case, necessary restructuring could be much effective and favorable for the economy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112445315171980802?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112445315171980802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112445315171980802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112445315171980802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112445315171980802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-charter-change-reduction-to.html' title='On Charter Change:  Reduction to Government Failures?'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112445013751857875</id><published>2005-08-19T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:14:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Living the Tribal Way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone who has not been there, cannot be made to understand it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112445013751857875?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112445013751857875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112445013751857875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112445013751857875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112445013751857875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/simple-life.html' title='Simple Life'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112444952116270920</id><published>2005-08-19T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:13:45.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boat ride, off we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="445" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/DSC00406-1.jpg" width="638" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112444952116270920?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112444952116270920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112444952116270920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112444952116270920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112444952116270920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/boat-ride-off-we-go.html' title='boat ride, off we go'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112444936152361945</id><published>2005-08-19T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:13:30.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-hour mountain climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="590" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/DSC00332-1.jpg" width="653" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112444936152361945?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112444936152361945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112444936152361945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112444936152361945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112444936152361945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/3-hour-mountain-climb.html' title='3-hour mountain climb'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112444906120058623</id><published>2005-08-19T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:32:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"lupang tigang, may pag-asa pa ba?" little skit prepared by the group</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="256" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/DSC00372.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112444906120058623?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112444906120058623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112444906120058623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112444906120058623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112444906120058623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/lupang-tigang-may-pag-asa-pa-ba-little.html' title='&quot;lupang tigang, may pag-asa pa ba?&quot; little skit prepared by the group'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112445502973621732</id><published>2005-08-19T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:03:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song number from our katutubos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="329" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/DSC00376-1.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112445502973621732?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112445502973621732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112445502973621732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112445502973621732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112445502973621732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/song-number-from-our-katutubos.html' title='song number from our katutubos'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112445647604509846</id><published>2005-08-19T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:02:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="254" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/andreapic26.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112445647604509846?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112445647604509846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112445647604509846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112445647604509846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112445647604509846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/image-hosted-by-photobucke_112445647604509846.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112444898166209593</id><published>2005-08-19T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:03:03.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kamote for breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="366" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/DSC00394-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112444898166209593?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112444898166209593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112444898166209593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112444898166209593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112444898166209593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/kamote-for-breakfast.html' title='kamote for breakfast'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112328795139017395</id><published>2005-08-06T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:25:51.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just abandoned my journey to a dream world I have constantly sought;evading all the sacrifices my entire life has gone through. I live in a new world now; it’s all different and gray, like the sun reflecting on the previous night’s shadow or prefiguring the afternoon’s dreary clouds that only pour rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112328795139017395?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112328795139017395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112328795139017395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112328795139017395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112328795139017395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-abandoned-my-journey-to-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112281360687907847</id><published>2005-07-31T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T20:45:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DLSU vs. FEU</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tang Casio Cabatu Cua Yeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NO winner for this game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, we shall meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Hail to thee, our Alma Mater......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;GANG GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Not Only when it matters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pahabol: Josh kase nanood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112281360687907847?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112281360687907847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112281360687907847' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112281360687907847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112281360687907847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/dlsu-vs-feu.html' title='DLSU vs. FEU'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112281202086820235</id><published>2005-07-31T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T09:38:26.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Market-Based Solution to Shortage of Skilled Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deteriorating quality of basic education in the Philippines, grounded on substandard primary and secondary levels, entails multitudinous issues-, increasing drop out rates, bilingual issues, problem of insufficient financing and lack of public provisions to competent educators in poor teaching environments. According to studies, the country has an average of 60 students crammed in small classrooms due to scarcity of teachers. Low salaries of teachers, unemployment and poor regulation polices continue to plague the educational sector. Shortage of highly skilled teachers could be one of the major causes that curtails the “supply side” of RP education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortage of skillful teachers could be economically equivalent to uncompensated teacher salary, though low wages may not always be the case- most aspiring teachers, due to incompetence could have failed the Licensure Exams for Teachers as a result they ended up unemployed. Uncompensated highly skilled teachers, most likely have the preferential option to teach abroad for higher pay; lack of benefits and incentives may also be an important reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural settings in RP schools consider that distinguished Catholic private schools, having better teaching environment end up with more experienced and highly skilled teachers. On the other hand, second-rate schools, either public or private, attended by low performing students have more vacancies for qualified teachers, therefore the available jobs were expected to be filled by incompetent and inexperienced teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A market-based solution to address the “supply side” problem of education is through increasing the wages of highly skilled teachers to provoke them teaching in a poor environment of elementary and secondary level. In addition, the cost will cover other incentives and special benefits such as larger retirements pay depending on the number of years they teach in public schools, the longer time they teach, the higher their retirement pay; another incentive is housing loans near the area of the school; scholarship grants for their children; lower tax and raising their bonuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaries of teachers essentially have to increase if they decide to teach in poor environments and public schools, this policy should not be congested in urban areas but it must encompass the rural schools as well, ideally in places where shortage of highly skilled teachers gravely exists. This situation implies that the excess demand for competent teachers, when described economically, reflects the higher market value of in-demand skills, with the condition that they will take the preferential option teaching in low performing schools. Consequently, due to higher pay, this would attract more applicants and proficient teachers who aspire to be well compensated. As a result, the market-based solution could induce better results not only for the benefits of teachers but for a significant number of underprivileged students too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that shortage of highly skilled teachers is due to low or uncompensated salary, the government through the Dept. of Education should impose policies for the improvement of the quality of education, particularly in the elementary and secondary level by raising the salaries of highly skilled educators. The proposed solution would definitely cost large amounts of budget by the government, and may cause the distortion of debt services, which covers the bulk of the national income. However, if the decision is made, this trade-off, at any risk would create anticipations for social returns, though it is expected not to happen immediately as it may take one or two generations for the result to be fully realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As huge amount of incentives and benefits will be provided to highly skilled teachers, in the long run, though it would incur a ballooning cost for the government, it would turn into roughly greater benefits. Access to improved quality of education, by standards, trains each student to attain higher level of economic productivity. In theory, the augmented Solow model Mankiw et al. (1992), human capital, in the form of good education, increases productive output per worker. Thus, the government is in fact, providing investments rather than expenditures. With students acquiring these benefits, there is a greater chance that their skills will improve, therefore it will increase their productivity as well. It is expected that students will be more competitive as they reach higher level of education, since the value of teaching they received is deeply rooted in excellence, through the aid to highly skilled teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112281202086820235?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112281202086820235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112281202086820235' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112281202086820235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112281202086820235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/market-based-solution-to-shortage-of.html' title='Market-Based Solution to Shortage of Skilled Teachers'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112238343638478692</id><published>2005-07-26T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:29:54.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Number</title><content type='html'>I just lost my cell phone and this is the fourth time. Am I stupid or am I just stupid? My parents gave me the blow, an 8-minute sermon about being irresponsible and careless. All right, fine, partly it was my fault. I should have been more watchful and alert to check on my personal belongings. What pains me is that all of my lost cell phones were intentionally stolen. I did not just leave it on the table, or neither placed it inside my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I’ve been so insensible or should I say STUPID if you think that's the better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here’s &lt;strong&gt;my new number: 0926-7440887&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112238343638478692?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112238343638478692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112238343638478692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112238343638478692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112238343638478692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-new-number.html' title='My New Number'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112228264071540046</id><published>2005-07-25T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:31:22.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Charter Change, towards Parliamentary-Federal System</title><content type='html'>PGMA, in her state of the nation address, declared her support to resort to charter change and advocate a different government system. For the past decades, it was evident that a democratic political system has not worked for our country. The current political crisis stressed the flaw of our presidential system. Either the call for resignation and the impeachment process would acquire an extensive time to heal. Perhaps this is the main reason why she decided to support a different system: Parliamentary- Federal Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shifting to parliamentary government requires charter change. On the part of our elected leaders, they have to give up their terms of office. PGMA was able to receive a considerable support from the congress towards her decision, during the SONA. If ever the parliamentary government takes place, leaders would be able to perform better, if the government is corrupt and inefficient, it would allow its people to throw out the incumbent leaders in a nonviolent manner. Since people would be able to remove leaders in a peaceful manner, mobs will no longer be an option, or in any case, it will be minimized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An economic point of view sees the transformation of the government system to favor fiscal benefits. Programs started, business contracts and economic policies will be continued further, if and only if, this system will occur. Thus, it could guarantee stability and forecasting, that would permit us to push through reforms to immediately counter internal and external economic distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be a better option?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112228264071540046?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112228264071540046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112228264071540046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112228264071540046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112228264071540046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/moving-to-charter-change-towards.html' title='Moving to Charter Change, towards Parliamentary-Federal System'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112212577556794040</id><published>2005-07-23T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T21:36:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DLSU vs. AdU Game Analysis</title><content type='html'>The Player of the Game credits went to TY Tang after scoring a career high 19 points, which included a dagger-three pointer to almost, seal the win for DLSU. He shot the lights out from Adamson with his 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok 2-2 na tayo. Slowly but surely, one game at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM HIGH ARCHERS&lt;br /&gt;ANIMO LA SALLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GANG GREEN&lt;br /&gt;Not Only When It Matters!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112212577556794040?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112212577556794040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112212577556794040' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112212577556794040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112212577556794040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/dlsu-vs-adu-game-analysis.html' title='DLSU vs. AdU Game Analysis'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112203623292824318</id><published>2005-07-22T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:35:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Commission</title><content type='html'>Will the truth commission shed the light? I think there's no need for one. Perhaps an extra-constitutional process can only make things worst. We already have the Supreme Court, which recognizes the established rules to hollow out the truth granted by the Constitution. Only if the Impeachment Court would work clean and fair, then the truth wins. I think the problem lies on the lack of confidence to the existing constitution responsible to defend justice. The “Truth Commission” may sound good as the name itself vividly tries to restore hope, but what are the existing constitutional bodies for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112203623292824318?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112203623292824318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112203623292824318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112203623292824318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112203623292824318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/truth-commission.html' title='The Truth Commission'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112194399297456776</id><published>2005-07-21T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T19:21:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requested by Andrea</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"No two people in this world love each other at exactly the same way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_ o m _ _ t. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you know that other people can have no soulmate at all, while the others can have up to four (4)?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a bell-shape and symmetrical diagram where the mean of the normal distribution represents people who can only have one soulmate (which is the average). At the extreme left falls the “zero”, while on the extreme right corresponds to the few who can have four 4 soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw, sa tingin mo, ilan soulmates mo?.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala? bwahahaahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112194399297456776?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112194399297456776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112194399297456776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112194399297456776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112194399297456776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/requested-by-andrea.html' title='Requested by Andrea'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112167476802384488</id><published>2005-07-18T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:13:28.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Politics and Poetry</title><content type='html'>A word cannot be true&lt;br /&gt;The little bird chirped the truth&lt;br /&gt;Votes granted, well misled&lt;br /&gt;Will he rise from the dead? (FPJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say,&lt;br /&gt;You lose every way&lt;br /&gt;You’ll do anything to win&lt;br /&gt;To hell with the cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a free country&lt;br /&gt;But who’s the boss?&lt;br /&gt;A land of democracy&lt;br /&gt;Or shall I say mobocracy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will our country bend?&lt;br /&gt;To the right or left?&lt;br /&gt;One thing’s for sure&lt;br /&gt;The present is going wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112167476802384488?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112167476802384488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112167476802384488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112167476802384488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112167476802384488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-politics-and-poetry.html' title='Of Politics and Poetry'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-112158125106708123</id><published>2005-07-17T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:06:17.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mobocracy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I usually reserve my spare time writing poetry. I am hesitant to write about Pinoy politics unlike my co-bloggers, not only because it is a stressful issue to tackle which only makes economic non-sense, but I also long to move on a philosophical provocateur writing with reference to the genuine appreciation for life. It’s not that I don’t care to involve myself in this historical outrage going on in our political arena; it’s just that, ahhh! Now I felt the obligation to put my “bente pesos” on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are probably the most “_____” (the term is up to you) people on the face of the earth. For years, nothing has really changed. The media had it drummed everything into us, in television, newspapers, radio and even in our daily conversations as well. Any hint of Pinoy politics must be set on heat discussions as though it was the ultimate evil. (At some points, it is.) As a result, we are becoming a nation strongly governed by what others call as “mobocracy”, people escalating the predicament into a searing ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that the essence of this mobocracy is displaying a disease that deviates the fundamental nature of democracy. The country now experiences the most pertinent consequence of this irresponsible democracy, wherein it would always take its grievances to the streets, like authorities evading its own constitutional process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I was in favor of EDSA 1 revolution. Even if I didn’t have the suitable prerogative to stand on my own belief, given the fact I was barely a month old during that time, I think I wouldn’t have hesitate to partake in this mass revolution because it played a very noble purpose. It served to liberate us from the grasp of a dictator who deprived us of the freedom we rightfully deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On it's next episode, Edsa 2 successfully stained a negative outcome of democracy, an issue, which could have been steadfast on a fair battlefield where the opposition was blatantly discarded by dramatic walkouts and emotional arrogance, a matter taken to the streets, an anti-Erap mob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I wasn’t Pro Erap. Indeed his was a trial by the public, which resulted the anti-Erap people to rise in victory. I believe that a constitutional process should have taken its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am trying to say here? I firmly believe that constitutional process must not be forfeited. Anyone cannot be ousted without due process. My concern here does not necessarily cling to GMA, I strongly hold on to my values and I won’t allow this mess to be tolerated. An impeachment trial should take place, or else we shall be constantly governed by a mob-rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The end never justifies the means”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112158125106708123?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112158125106708123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112158125106708123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112158125106708123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112158125106708123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/mobocracy.html' title='&quot;Mobocracy&quot;'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112072836865887160</id><published>2005-07-07T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T17:26:08.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most difficult thing to do is doing nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112072836865887160?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112072836865887160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112072836865887160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112072836865887160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112072836865887160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/most-difficult-thing-to-do-is-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-112064471941144807</id><published>2005-07-06T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T18:11:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>The only thing free is laughter. It's about time when we need to laugh again. By the way, it's our midterm week and all my classmates are too alarmed with long tests, papers, thesis etc (Ako rin actually, I’m constructing a 1200 word essay right now, I just thought I need a break).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you turn on the TV, the news bring nothing but negative headlines, gasoline prices rising, peso falling and I just realized hours ago, eating lunch with my friends is getting quite expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is what Filipinos turn to for survival when times get rough. Rude to some points, but Pinoy jokes seem to be always ingenious and brilliant! Check this out: latest PGMA and ERAP jokes. (I got this from Dero Pedero’s column :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: Hehehe, Akalain mo, magkapatid pala kami ni GMA.&lt;br /&gt;Jinggoy: Ha? Paano nangyari yun?&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: Hina mo talaga, Pareho kaming anak ng Jueteng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Sin’s wish before dying was for GMA and Mike to be by his side.&lt;br /&gt;The first couple asked, “We are honored, but why us?”&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Sin Replied: “I wan to die like Christ, with two thieves by my side”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GMA Prayer: Aba naman Gloria, napupuno ka ng gracia. Ang kayamanan ng tao ay sumaiyo na. Bukod kang pinagpala sa babaeng lahat. Pinagpala rin ang iyong pamilya. Waka ng natira sa AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-112064471941144807?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/112064471941144807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=112064471941144807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112064471941144807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/112064471941144807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/07/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111926614726441162</id><published>2005-06-20T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T19:41:41.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Meeting</title><content type='html'>We treat each other&lt;br /&gt;with exceeding courtesy;   &lt;br /&gt;It has been roughly a year,&lt;br /&gt;we say, it’s great to see you after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair gone bald&lt;br /&gt;Skinny built&lt;br /&gt;Comic expression&lt;br /&gt;Old gag&lt;br /&gt;New look&lt;br /&gt;Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Stress&lt;br /&gt;Acquaintance&lt;br /&gt;Strong ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fall silent in mid-conversation &lt;br /&gt;Every one smiles, past back up&lt;br /&gt;Old pals don’t know how to&lt;br /&gt;talk to one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111926614726441162?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111926614726441162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111926614726441162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111926614726441162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111926614726441162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/06/unexpected-meeting.html' title='Unexpected Meeting'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111914216728073162</id><published>2005-06-19T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:23:14.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer in my pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need Your help today.&lt;br /&gt;I want to care&lt;br /&gt;for those You've sent into my life,&lt;br /&gt;to help them develop the special gifts&lt;br /&gt;You've given them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also want to free them&lt;br /&gt;to follow their own paths and to&lt;br /&gt;bring their loving wisdom&lt;br /&gt;to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to embrace them without clutching,&lt;br /&gt;to support them without suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;to correct them without crushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And help me to live joyfully and playfully,&lt;br /&gt;myself, so they can see Your life in me&lt;br /&gt;and find their way to You.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anonymous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111914216728073162?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111914216728073162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111914216728073162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111914216728073162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111914216728073162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/06/prayer-in-my-pocket.html' title='Prayer in my pocket'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111866872057590239</id><published>2005-06-14T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:18:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimate</title><content type='html'>I can feel&lt;br /&gt;your blood  surge&lt;br /&gt;as you hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Your breath&lt;br /&gt;so warm in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;as you wash me&lt;br /&gt;with your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Gently,&lt;br /&gt;your fingers&lt;br /&gt; trace my curve,&lt;br /&gt;Unwrap my body&lt;br /&gt;at a leisure pace.&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt; uncovered,&lt;br /&gt;inviting me to lean closer.&lt;br /&gt;Your legs&lt;br /&gt;Enfold to mine&lt;br /&gt;Steam of our joined skin. &lt;br /&gt;I surrender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111866872057590239?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111866872057590239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111866872057590239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111866872057590239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111866872057590239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/06/intimate.html' title='Intimate'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111864881311979589</id><published>2005-06-13T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:46:53.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEA Teambuilding</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b325/celestinerevilla/pizza-hut.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111864881311979589?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111864881311979589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111864881311979589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111864881311979589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111864881311979589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/06/bea-teambuilding.html' title='BEA Teambuilding'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111819180156583825</id><published>2005-06-08T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T08:35:22.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Object</title><content type='html'>Returning memories?&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to see a lost object return&lt;br /&gt;“I have missed you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was a sign,&lt;br /&gt;A symbol of something,&lt;br /&gt;Something that struck my imperviousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams reconstructed themselves&lt;br /&gt;The letters I’ve sent remained&lt;br /&gt;immaculately ironic, aloof yet forthright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Part of something is very great&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping and wholly profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I’m blinded&lt;br /&gt;by the things around me,&lt;br /&gt;I am like a fish under the sea,&lt;br /&gt;searching for salt water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111819180156583825?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111819180156583825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111819180156583825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111819180156583825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111819180156583825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/06/lost-object.html' title='Lost Object'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111709316276108031</id><published>2005-05-26T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:39:22.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A secret love</title><content type='html'>I am a sick red rose&lt;br /&gt;Engaged with cruel flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft butterfly of yellow bliss,&lt;br /&gt;healed my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclosure of a secret love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111709316276108031?l=veiledpad.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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111697751773140441</id><published>2005-05-25T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:32:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An excerpt from Bombit's syllabus</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"An economist is a man who knows a hundred ways of making love but doesn't know any woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art Buchwald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111697751773140441?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111697751773140441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-10252253.post-111668160468212108</id><published>2005-05-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:34:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode III, get together, blahblah</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the &lt;strong&gt;last night&lt;/strong&gt; I’ll be sleeping; knowing that when I wake up the following morning, there’s no school. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and I decided to go out this weekend and &lt;strong&gt;watch a movie&lt;/strong&gt; or do something “fun”, at least before our class starts on Monday (for some of us doomed in DLSU).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours back, we watched the much awaited prequel, Star Wars &lt;strong&gt;Episode 3&lt;/strong&gt;, Revenge of the Sith. I was a bit excited, though I’m not an avid fan of Star Wars; I was looking forward more of their company, knowing that we’ll be occupying the entire seat-row of the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the entire movie, I was &lt;strong&gt;pissed off&lt;/strong&gt; by my “madaldal and makulit na cousin”, he’d tell me everything that will happen before a certain scene takes place, I can’t blame him, he’s a fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Siya talaga ang kalaban.., She’s pregnant, matatalo yan, mabubuhay pa yan, mamatay siya dyan etc blahblah,” He got into my nerves so I raised my voice to him and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Pwedeng wag kang maingay”.&lt;/strong&gt; He learned his lesson, and shut his mouth (hahaha), even so we enjoyed eating our popcorns together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness, the movie was good; it was great from the actors to its visual and sound effects. At first, I didn’t enjoy the film that much, coz my cousin only learned to zip his mouth at the end part of the movie, I still had fun though. Guess how? At the end of the movie, my cousin Rhoda told us a &lt;strong&gt;joke&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ang last name ni YODA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E di, &lt;strong&gt;Leihoohoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in &lt;strong&gt;YODA-LEI-HOO-HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I realized I had so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111668160468212108?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111668160468212108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111668160468212108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;To the people I don’t love,&lt;br /&gt;That I owe so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure that they’ve not&lt;br /&gt;become the monsters in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harmony I feel with them,&lt;br /&gt;The independence,&lt;br /&gt;Love can neither give&lt;br /&gt;Nor take away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;What love can’t give,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the happiness&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling now,&lt;br /&gt;That I wouldn’t trade&lt;br /&gt;For anything else&lt;br /&gt;at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111658304395011814?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111658304395011814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111658304395011814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111658304395011814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111658304395011814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-love-cant-give.html' title='What Love Can&apos;t Give'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111649450850950892</id><published>2005-05-19T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:16:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The person who least deserves your love, is actually the one who needs it most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111649450850950892?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111649450850950892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111649450850950892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111649450850950892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111649450850950892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/person-who-least-deserves-your-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111632864319682864</id><published>2005-05-17T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:17:23.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bago ka maging isang lider, kailangan mo muna maging taga-sunod"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Tereso Tullao- Inspirational Speech, CBE Convocation&lt;br /&gt;Nag-aangking may-ari ng De La Salle Univeristy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111632864319682864?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111632864319682864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111632864319682864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111632864319682864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111632864319682864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/bago-ka-maging-isang-lider-kailangan.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111624641624882541</id><published>2005-05-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:34:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education From a Student’s Point of View</title><content type='html'>Elvin Uy’s Speech after he topped the ECE Board Exam this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five or more years of hard work has ultimately ledus to this. Congratulations everyone. Let usgive each other a hearty round of applause. Indeed, having the letters "ECE" attached to ourname is no small feat. But since we areengineers, allow me to back that statement up withconcrete data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its 2001 State of the Filipino Youth report,the National Youth Commission reveals that forevery 100 school age kids, 90 will enroll in Grade1. Of this number, no more than 40 will completetheir primary and high school &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Education" target="_blank"&gt;education&lt;/a&gt;. This number is further trimmed down as only 21 willenroll in college. From this group, merely 12will graduate with a bachelors degree, 7 of themwill go on to take a licensure exam, and only 3will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are part of that measly 3% that are ableto make it as professionals. I say that with asmuch pride as I do with grief. On one hand, we --the fortunate few -- have every reason to rejoice,every motivation to be both proud of and gratefulfor our accomplishment. On the other hand, we arereminded of the sad plight of the unprivilegedmany. How can we not be? We see poverty rear itsugly head in almost every corner of this country.About one in every three Filipinos live on lessthan a dollar a day. Over 10% of our countrymenhave experienced severe hunger within the pastthree months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Albert Einstein, a man whose brilliancestretches beyond Science, who said that there areonly two ways to live ones life: one is as thoughnothing is a miracle; the other is as thougheverything is a miracle. My fellow new engineers,what we have achieved is nothing short of apersonal miracle one that, given enough time andeffort, could and should bring more miracles toourselves and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have only to remind ourselves how a centuryago, they needed thousands of mechanical switchesto do the same computations that can be done witha few square centimeters of semiconductor today. More than fifty years ago, they used severalsquare inches of various elements to produce thesame amplification action we get from a siliconchip today, one that is measured in the samebreadth as the strands of our hair. Truly, themiracle that is electronics had and continues tohave profound effects in the way man has shape hisreality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronics drives the world economy, providingthe technological backbone it requires. Itcontinues to fuel and aid mans quest for moreknowledge and innovation. But more importantly,it has humanized itself, so much so that it lendsitself to almost every facet of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is only half the message I want to sharetoday. The other half, I again take from AlbertEinstein who said it best; "only a life lived forothers is worth living". That is as much aphilosophy as it is a challenge -- one that isboth lofty and daunting. That is the challenge Ipose to all of us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can be done, we ask? Already, ourelectronics industry carries the countrys economyin its broad shoulders, accounting for 70% of allour exports and giving employment to hundreds ofthousands of Filipinos. This does not eveninclude industries which naturally depend on ECEsto flourish, that of the telecoms andbroadcasting. These industries are part andparcel of our lives, shaping the way wecommunicate, interact, and evolve as a nation. This has to be enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question, I leave everyone to ponder on. What I do however know is that 72% of allelectronics companies in the country are foreignowned, ensuring that the greater benefits go notto our people, but to those of other countries. What I also know is that we remain to be a laggardin terms of creating a truly local electronicsindustry that can create, manufacture, and developits own products and technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is resources -- or the lack thereof --we say, and that much may be true. But theFilipino has never lack heart. As a people, wehave, time and again, beaten the odds andweathered storms. I am hoping that we engineersdo just as much now and show just what weFilipinos are really made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us then do our jobs with utmost fervor andintegrity, not only for ourselves, not only forour families and loved ones, but for our communityand the greater community we are a part of. If wemust leave, then do so. Nationalism should not bea function of staying or leaving in the firstplace, but that of choosing to return or not, thatof remembering or forgetting. Whatever happens,wherever we go, let us remember where we camefrom, where everything began, and how that countrybadly needs our collective help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me now to thank all the people who deserveour praise and gratitude: our parents, for beingthe parent that they are and for seeing us througheverything, your unwavering love and faith got ushere as much as anything; our teachers,professors, and school administrators, formolding, educating, and guiding us; and to ourpeers, for the memories we will forever cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I leave you with the words ofworld-renowned anthropologist Margaret Mead:"never doubt that a small group of thoughtful,committed citizens can change the world; indeed,it's the only thing that ever has".Maraming salamat po at mabuhay ang inhinyerongPilipino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elvin Uy, was one of the students I admire in school.&lt;br /&gt;He topped the ECE National Board Exam last April 2005. He won the “10 Most Outstanding Student in the Country”. He was a former student council officer in DLSU and was a great Tapat leader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111624641624882541?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111624641624882541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111624641624882541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111624641624882541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111624641624882541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/education-from-students-point-of-view.html' title='Education From a Student’s Point of View'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111606816690151649</id><published>2005-05-15T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:38:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxury of Despair</title><content type='html'>You’ll always want&lt;br /&gt;what you can never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the thrill&lt;br /&gt;and the chase&lt;br /&gt;you’d contentedly&lt;br /&gt;go after, and not&lt;br /&gt;the object you thought&lt;br /&gt;you followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind per se&lt;br /&gt;has become a feather&lt;br /&gt;for every gentle wind that blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes, you do not realize&lt;br /&gt;how much you hold in&lt;br /&gt;your empty hands,&lt;br /&gt;then afterwards,&lt;br /&gt;you’re still holding tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve only created&lt;br /&gt;Your own anguish,&lt;br /&gt;a luxury of despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never realized,&lt;br /&gt;You only need to&lt;br /&gt;touch with your mind,&lt;br /&gt;and never dig deeply&lt;br /&gt;for empty treasures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111606816690151649?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111606816690151649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111606816690151649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111606816690151649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111606816690151649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/luxury-of-despair.html' title='Luxury of Despair'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111606783035034673</id><published>2005-05-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:12:21.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Parenting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you"&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 46:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Every four hours, take two teaspoons, make sure you’ll do what I said”, she says. He opened wide as she feeds him a reddish slimy liquid from a bottle in her hand. “It will control the cough and loosen the phlegm too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t his mother, the mature woman standing beside the sick man, demanding orders while pointing the spoon directly at his nose was his youngest daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I took the medicine when I woke up”. The old man with muffling voice told his daughter. “It’s a summer cold, I doubt if I’ll recover soon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can do better than that Dad”, she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His survival was no mean feat, as his children are surviving their efforts to ensure his good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're not always sure of the food, water or even the air we breathe, nevertheless God will give us the insight to know how to live a happy and fruitful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111606783035034673?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111606783035034673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111606783035034673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111606783035034673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111606783035034673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/whos-parenting_14.html' title='Who&apos;s Parenting?'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111581872324481086</id><published>2005-05-12T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:40:55.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“THINK YOURSELF AS A GARDENER, A WATERING CAN ON ONE HAND AND FERTILIZER IN THE OTHER”- Jack Welch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally we would just nurture and tend, but occasionally we have to pull some weeds. Then watch everything bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galing&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every encounter is an opportunity to evaluate, coach and build self-confidence. A good leader must be supporting, guiding, critiquing and pouring out encouragement to his/her team. Leaders must have the energy and confidence to stretch and take risks to achieve beyond their dreams. It’s about carrying on the entire players to become a winning team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111581872324481086?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111581872324481086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111581872324481086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111581872324481086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111581872324481086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/galing.html' title='Galing'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111565250107920127</id><published>2005-05-10T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:31:15.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me when I'm orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/sunset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/200/sunset1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by driftwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, love me when I'm orange&lt;br /&gt;Like the early morning ray of sun&lt;br /&gt;Never when I'mm pink and need of attention&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm orange and all I can think of is you&lt;br /&gt;Like a mad instrument who lives solely to make music out of your gestures&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me when I'm green and full of hate for all the trees that bend branches to touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm orange&lt;br /&gt;Love me in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in need of attention&lt;br /&gt;I am only need of you who bring out the&lt;br /&gt;The sun in me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111565250107920127?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111565250107920127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111565250107920127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111565250107920127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111565250107920127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-me-when-im-orange.html' title='Love me when I&apos;m orange'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111563324367259429</id><published>2005-05-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:42:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A MOTHER is the heart of every home. On their shoulders lie the responsibility of striking balance between softness and strength. She takes it upon herself to smile through every heartache just so the emotional security of home is not disrupted. As most mothers claim, the resilience of a woman is amazing and it will take no less than being a mother to light the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Mother’s Day. We thanked the Lord for the blessing that was Mom/Ma/ Nanay/Ina, likewise let us be thankful for the other people in our lives who have treated us like their own children. We sometimes hear people introduce someone else as “my second Mom”, they may not be our biological mom but they made us feel as if they were that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves her child unconditionally, even when a child turns into a spoiled bratty monster (like my youngest brother), a mother’s love will prevail because she knows the monster inside her child. Kuya John, Aimeebel, Jomar and I were blessed with a wonderful mother, who cooks delicious food for breakfast, lunch and dinner, who always nags me about my messy closet, who watches my dance concerts and my sister’s school plays back in high school, who brings my brother to school every morning, who laughs with us for whatever funny reasons, who cries with us when we are all heart broken, and who covers our lives with deep faith and prayers. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much Mom&lt;/strong&gt;. Many years from now, I sought to be that kind of mother; I wonder how it is for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111563324367259429?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111563324367259429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111563324367259429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111563324367259429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111563324367259429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/mother-is-heart-of-every-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111553323417341545</id><published>2005-05-08T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T17:23:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>If I’d consider myself a poet, then poets are the worst. I see someone lies on a sofa looking intently at a still wall. Once in a while that person notes down five lines, only to cross out one of them twenty minutes later, and then an hour passes, during which nothing really happens. What kind of person can stand this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know”, a keen reader of my pieces would probably notice this little phrase often written on my poems and short essays. The professionals seem to “know” everything. Politicians, &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Business" target="_blank"&gt;business&lt;/a&gt;men, lawyers and doctors definitely enjoy their jobs since they earn more prestige and money than any average employee, they’d assume they know better. They perform their duties with ingenious fervor. Yes, they do know whatever they know is enough for them once and for all. They hesitate to find out about anything else, since maybe that might diminish the force of their arguments. If that’s the case, then it’s a dull knowledge. Any knowledge that doesn’t lead to question quickly dies out, it fails to maintain the temperature required for prolonging life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why I value the phrase “I don’t know”. It’s small, but it flies on mighty wings. If Ferdinand Magellan never said to himself “I don’t know,” then probably he wouldn’t have discovered the Philippines, and there would be no Philippines at all, he would have navigated somewhere else. If Albert Einstein never said to himself, “I don’t know” then he would probably wounded up himself teaching Physics at some private high school in the United States and ended up his days saying “I don’t know”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each poem I strived to write marks an effort to answer this statement; there are many things in life I still do not know and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I imagine things that could never happen, for example if ever I get the chance to meet Ecclesiastes, the Bible’s author of poignant lament on the self-importance of human behavior, I’d ask him what else has he not written down. I bow very deeply before him, he’s one of the greatest poets, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes I ask myself if inspiration really exist. It’s not that I’ve never known the blessing of this internal force, it’s just that sometimes it’s not always easy to explain to someone else what I don’t understand myself. Whatever inspiration is, if someone asks me who or what keeps me writing, I’d answer back: “I don’t know”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111553323417341545?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111553323417341545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111553323417341545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111553323417341545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111553323417341545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111537130011536579</id><published>2005-05-06T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T17:32:42.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By request</title><content type='html'>His fingers of white jade by a window of sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Are glinting on a grand piano&lt;br /&gt;And to catch the quick eye of Lavina&lt;br /&gt;He taps the wrong key now and then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111537130011536579?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111537130011536579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111537130011536579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111537130011536579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111537130011536579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/by-request.html' title='By request'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111525580051429553</id><published>2005-05-05T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:18:31.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are only two ways to live one's life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Live life as though nothing is a miracle&lt;br /&gt;2. Live life as though everything is a miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111525580051429553?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111525580051429553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111525580051429553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111525580051429553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111525580051429553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/05/there-are-only-two-ways-to-live-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111443713823561694</id><published>2005-04-25T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:55:33.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilocos North and South: Block Trip</title><content type='html'>Group picture with Roy's Family. Thanks ROY for a wonderful vacation at Ilocos! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/roy"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/roy%27s%20family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443713823561694?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443713823561694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443713823561694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443713823561694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443713823561694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/ilocos-north-and-south-block-trip.html' title='Ilocos North and South: Block Trip'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111443702757681875</id><published>2005-04-25T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:52:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>group pic  na may multo&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/group%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/group%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443702757681875?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443702757681875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443702757681875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443702757681875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443702757681875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/group-pic-na-may-multo.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111443687657542228</id><published>2005-04-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:47:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pusoy moments&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/640/pusoy%20moments.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/pusoy%20moments.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443687657542228?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443687657542228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443687657542228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443687657542228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443687657542228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/pusoy-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111443909190187233</id><published>2005-04-25T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:27:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mga takot lumapit sa ostrich picture &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/takot%20sa%20ostrich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/takot%20sa%20ostrich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443909190187233?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443909190187233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443909190187233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443909190187233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443909190187233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/mga-takot-lumapit-sa-ostrich-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111443678849482922</id><published>2005-04-25T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:46:28.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Group pic at Chavit's mansion&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/640/chavits%20house.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/chavits%20house.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443678849482922?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443678849482922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443678849482922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443678849482922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443678849482922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/group-pic-at-chavits-mansion.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111443672200897443</id><published>2005-04-25T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:45:22.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kahon na may tao&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/640/collage1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443672200897443?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443672200897443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443672200897443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443672200897443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443672200897443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/kahon-na-may-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111443654458138653</id><published>2005-04-25T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:43:31.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bisikleta/Padjak. ang bigat i-angkas ni ANDREA &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/640/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443654458138653?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443654458138653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443654458138653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443654458138653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443654458138653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/bisikletapadjak.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111443643595492335</id><published>2005-04-25T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:40:35.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kung ano-anong piktyurs&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/640/collage41.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage41.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443643595492335?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443643595492335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443643595492335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443643595492335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443643595492335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/kung-ano-anong-piktyurs.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111443617305089911</id><published>2005-04-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:36:13.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/lundag.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/lundag.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443617305089911?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443617305089911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443617305089911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443617305089911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443617305089911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/talon.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111443613413737030</id><published>2005-04-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:35:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bwelo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/bwelo.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/bwelo.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443613413737030?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443613413737030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443613413737030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443613413737030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443613413737030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/bwelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111443529577456771</id><published>2005-04-25T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:21:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>munting kabayo ride&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/small%20horse.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/small%20horse.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443529577456771?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443529577456771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443529577456771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443529577456771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443529577456771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/munting-kabayo-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111443504831105940</id><published>2005-04-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:17:28.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kalesa Ride&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/kalesa%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/kalesa%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443504831105940?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443504831105940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443504831105940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443504831105940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443504831105940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/kalesa-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111443493169776036</id><published>2005-04-25T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:15:31.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never let them catch you sleeping or else...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111443493169776036?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111443493169776036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111443493169776036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443493169776036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111443493169776036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/never-let-them-catch-you-sleeping-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111356918242970607</id><published>2005-04-15T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:46:22.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"In your anger do not sin,&lt;br /&gt;when you are on your beds,&lt;br /&gt;search your hearts and be silent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 4:4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111356918242970607?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111356918242970607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111356918242970607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111356918242970607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111356918242970607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-your-anger-do-not-sin-when-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111314640475731344</id><published>2005-04-11T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:58:11.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirl?</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/200/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on our vacation already. Bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111314640475731344?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111314640475731344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111314640475731344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111314640475731344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111314640475731344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/cowgirl.html' title='Cowgirl?'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111314719441646738</id><published>2005-04-10T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:56:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the Wind</title><content type='html'>I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;I did not look for it.&lt;br /&gt;There was an image of mystery&lt;br /&gt;that can never be resolved,&lt;br /&gt;until I chase the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my object of affection.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect reader of my writing,&lt;br /&gt;the inspiration that I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed you more than,&lt;br /&gt;the glamour of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;shedding radiance to soft gardens,&lt;br /&gt;the glinting moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;sparkling in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;the solid fragrance of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Flowers" target="_blank"&gt;flowers&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;you’re more than the wind, nor the fire,&lt;br /&gt;nor the sand, nor the water.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the sole element of my passion.&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder, if these things&lt;br /&gt;Will forever remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit. Soft&lt;br /&gt;To gaze at the sun’s farewell&lt;br /&gt;No, Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightened, I was to realize&lt;br /&gt;You’re worthless!&lt;br /&gt;“All is meaningless”&lt;br /&gt;We all die but the earth, it remains.&lt;br /&gt;In my entire life,&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen nor heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to despair for all the endeavors&lt;br /&gt;Of chasing the wind?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what lavishness I have done!&lt;br /&gt;All my days I’ve sought for sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated myself for having done&lt;br /&gt;the wrong things, the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;I’d still look back though,&lt;br /&gt;there’s no use in forgetting the past.&lt;br /&gt;that brought me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, you’re the inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;that never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This poem was my last output for creative writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll surely miss this class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you Ms. Mookie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111314719441646738?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111314719441646738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111314719441646738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111314719441646738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111314719441646738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/04/chasing-wind.html' title='Chasing the Wind'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111188844761241904</id><published>2005-03-27T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T10:03:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god</title><content type='html'>by driftwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see You but I know You&lt;br /&gt;Under the glamour of light&lt;br /&gt;I talk to You but I don’t hear You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blend well against the blaze of colors&lt;br /&gt;glinting now and then&lt;br /&gt;when You catch Your moment in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who are You when the brilliance pales?&lt;br /&gt;And the glitter diminish,&lt;br /&gt;Overlaying for the lofty shadows of the imminent dusk&lt;br /&gt;Who are You when my hopes are shattered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You under the glare of light&lt;br /&gt;But am I permitted to glimpse a silhouette of Your persona?&lt;br /&gt;Who are You when the darkness prevails?&lt;br /&gt;Can You hear me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111188844761241904?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111188844761241904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111188844761241904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111188844761241904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111188844761241904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/god.html' title='god'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111183776972081917</id><published>2005-03-26T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T09:01:19.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to a mourning friend</title><content type='html'>She’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were swollen. He knew he had to move on, but something chained him to his present mourning. His sorrow swallowed all his other emotions, and it kept resonating in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’s gone... God has taken her...She’s&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently, he made his way to his room and locked himself in. No one can disturb him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was alone, alone to bathe himself in his grief. He went back to bed and whispered his last prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cuddle of darkness muddled his thoughts: a confusion of memories and random phrases. With tears streaming down his face, he offered an &lt;a href="http://notebookfive.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-memoriam.html"&gt;ode.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111183776972081917?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111183776972081917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111183776972081917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111183776972081917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111183776972081917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-mourning-friend.html' title='to a mourning friend'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111168488124959992</id><published>2005-03-25T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T01:21:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven</title><content type='html'>by driftwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found peace at last&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;In Your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can rest my tired head&lt;br /&gt;On the cradling arms&lt;br /&gt;Of my Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer in  battle&lt;br /&gt;Against&lt;br /&gt;Man's fallen nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there is&lt;br /&gt;The end of war&lt;br /&gt;In my final&lt;br /&gt;Resting place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111168488124959992?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111168488124959992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111168488124959992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111168488124959992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111168488124959992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/heaven.html' title='heaven'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111150783622895535</id><published>2005-03-23T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:10:36.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>by driftwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;There's hope&lt;br /&gt;In the distance...&lt;br /&gt;A tiny glimmer of light&lt;br /&gt;In the prevailing darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;There's a future ahead of us&lt;br /&gt;Where hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;And truth are realities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back&lt;br /&gt;There's no use&lt;br /&gt;In forgetting the past&lt;br /&gt;That brought you here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111150783622895535?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111150783622895535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111150783622895535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150783622895535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150783622895535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111150331814803276</id><published>2005-03-22T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:57:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahahahahahappy Tots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/640/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;necnec hershdironman Tonia celes &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonio bing and tonio &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111150273581002229?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111150273581002229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111150273581002229' title='0 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style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage6.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collage&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111150205726975487?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111150205726975487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111150205726975487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150205726975487'/><link 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practice&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111150173002665624?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111150173002665624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111150173002665624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150173002665624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150173002665624'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111150169771512869?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111150169771512869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111150169771512869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150169771512869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150169771512869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/fishy-fish.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111150166946315055</id><published>2005-03-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:27:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/640/reeno...jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/reeno...jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeeeeeennnooooooo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111150166946315055?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111150166946315055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111150166946315055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150166946315055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150166946315055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/reeeeeeennnooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111150154695350566</id><published>2005-03-22T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:25:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/640/collage5.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage5.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.O. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111150154695350566?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111150154695350566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111150154695350566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150154695350566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111150154695350566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/k.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111149879906481955</id><published>2005-03-22T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:39:59.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/640/collage4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/collage4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111149879906481955?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111149879906481955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111149879906481955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111149879906481955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111149879906481955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111122249287148502</id><published>2005-03-19T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T15:05:37.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;LAST NIGHT, I can’t believe that the most nonsensical guy I know, tipsy as he was, gently held my hand and gave the most inspiring words, pure toughts and genuine affection, which somehow changed my perspective for better. I never thought he looked up to me, the way I've never seen myself before. I was more than thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111122249287148502?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111122249287148502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111122249287148502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111122249287148502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111122249287148502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-night-i-cant-believe-that-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111106098784047046</id><published>2005-03-17T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:04:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your fingers quietly entwined mine, softly I compressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared of loosing touch…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111106098784047046?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111106098784047046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111106098784047046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111106098784047046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111106098784047046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/your-fingers-quietly-entwined-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111097192653997084</id><published>2005-03-16T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:18:46.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If dreams were more colorful than my erudite life, I long for an endless sleep then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To heed my first cry, never was recalled &lt;br /&gt;A mortal wrapped with blood, I moaned&lt;br /&gt;Fastened by a dark rope from a tender&lt;br /&gt;Whose white hills nurtured my unmarked flesh.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 times, the sun passed me by &lt;br /&gt;the moon likewise, brought dreams of self-tales,&lt;br /&gt;Swirling trees and flowers and butterflies are my friends&lt;br /&gt;I deciphered stars as the angels’ dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flesh wounded, I stood and it’s only the beginning of growth&lt;br /&gt;Everything on earth turned grey, a pure knowledge of non-sense&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, my heart was helplessly clinging to a colorful dream&lt;br /&gt;Of becoming a graceful swan.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a leisure pace, I flaunted my wings&lt;br /&gt;And followed the hum of the wind like it’s my own music&lt;br /&gt;I pranced gracefully on the lake, like it’s my own new world,&lt;br /&gt;the azure heavens are my audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All at once my passion vanquished&lt;br /&gt;suppressed at the back of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Like a coquettish decay upon my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I felt numbness move stealthily through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see the other swans on the lake,&lt;br /&gt;tears flooded my cage and simply I thought,&lt;br /&gt;If dreams were more colorful than my erudite life,&lt;br /&gt;I long for an endless sleep then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Author's note:I relate this poem to the momentous stages of my life. The dream traveler was I.  Once I had a dream and it became a passion, which later on I realized could only be passed by and never be pursued forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111097192653997084?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111097192653997084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111097192653997084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111097192653997084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111097192653997084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/dream-traveler.html' title='Dream Traveler'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111064157461325323</id><published>2005-03-13T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T01:00:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Banner Reigns</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;What we’ve done for ourselves dies with us, but what we’ve done for others remains. We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the Tapat Executive Board elected and to the new CBE's Assembly President:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President: Army Padilla&lt;br /&gt;VP Academics: Oliver Toh&lt;br /&gt;VP Operations: Andrea Go&lt;br /&gt;VP Activities: Simmoun Ferrer&lt;br /&gt;Executive Secretary: Kate Lim&lt;br /&gt;Executive Treasurer: Mito Dizon&lt;br /&gt;CBE CAP: Cara Suarez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all other candidates from either party who triumphed the General Elections 2005, congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Serbsiyong Totoo, Pamumunong may Prinsipyo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111064157461325323?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111064157461325323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111064157461325323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111064157461325323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111064157461325323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/orange-banner-reigns_13.html' title='Orange Banner Reigns'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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-10252253.post-111064094837817280</id><published>2005-03-12T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T17:06:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance of Opposites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/320/Picture(617).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/3114/200/Picture(617).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick and Thin&lt;br /&gt;Tall and Short&lt;br /&gt;Light and Dark&lt;br /&gt;Feminine and Masculine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and Bitter&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Loves Chicken; Allergic to it&lt;br /&gt;Craves for Chocolates; Addicted to Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Indifferent&lt;br /&gt;Dependent and Independent&lt;br /&gt;Unleashed and Clinging&lt;br /&gt;Was loved and Never was loved&lt;br /&gt;"There's a need for one" vs. "They are unnecessary pains"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, both gracefully smile together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111064094837817280?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111064094837817280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111064094837817280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111064094837817280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111064094837817280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/balance-of-opposites.html' title='Balance of Opposites'/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10252253.post-111054203596568756</id><published>2005-03-11T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T19:58:35.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planting thoughts are not ours but His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pastor J. R. Wilhite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10252253-111054203596568756?l=veiledpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/feeds/111054203596568756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10252253&amp;postID=111054203596568756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111054203596568756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10252253/posts/default/111054203596568756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veiledpad.blogspot.com/2005/03/planting-thoughts-are-not-ours-but-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Celestine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07540308455826509078</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></feed>
