tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46187112318464355802024-02-07T13:51:42.028-08:00SPILL OF THOUGHTSWhen my small brain could no longer hold everything...MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-30661448056233163182012-06-03T06:04:00.000-07:002012-06-03T06:05:28.548-07:00Call Me The End.It's been a while since I scribbled some electronic ink here. So much has happened and I couldn't find the motivation to write again.
The year is halfway to its end. Time moves too fast, I should say. So far, 2012 is one of the fastest years for me. Might be because so many events took place during this year. Or this is the year I have tried a handful of new things to spice up this dry life. But maybe, just maybe, this is also because we anticipate the world's end. And if the world is going to end very soon, we should, by all means, seize every moment and live in it.
In a time when the country's judicial system has been tainted with dishonesty and all other terrible things seem to take over, we couldn't help thinking the end is actually looming, foreshadowed by all these negatives. But who are we to know? We just have to make sure that if we're gonna end with the world's demise, we made each remaining moment special and did what is right. Haaay, 2012. If you are really the end, then the end has come too soon. I'm just actually getting started!!
And before this entry goes far out, I'd like to post the current trending MV here. Looks like the world has really gone haywire. OMG. so gay. :)))))
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWNaR-rxAic&ob=av2n">Call Me Maybe</a>MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-53221240579374086852012-03-12T01:31:00.001-07:002012-03-12T01:34:34.450-07:00HAPPINESS IS STILL THE BEST REVENGE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFhkgoecPdtYrujE8SP7V-0am4jxPtCkMgxdZAlnPT114-8N48ZhYztxssB_n-W3lMyXNs-ZoW54cY0bDQStBK4dZXstV-obIom-ky6L2c9AJAVJ3Dfv62vlwWTdr6_bpBBLd-d230ofG/s1600/tumblr_lz1ne8jUhO1ro04rl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFhkgoecPdtYrujE8SP7V-0am4jxPtCkMgxdZAlnPT114-8N48ZhYztxssB_n-W3lMyXNs-ZoW54cY0bDQStBK4dZXstV-obIom-ky6L2c9AJAVJ3Dfv62vlwWTdr6_bpBBLd-d230ofG/s320/tumblr_lz1ne8jUhO1ro04rl.jpg" /></a></div><br />
If you know me in real life, you can attest that I would never take revenge on someone. At least not when it isn't in the context of a joke. Vengeance is not in my nature maybe because I know damn so well that it's tantamount to holding on to a grudge, nurturing a double-edged blade that hurts me more than it would hurt the other person. It's a complete waste of energy and really, it doesn't do anything rather than making me miss out all the chances to be happy. <br />
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Today, I have finally confirmed my theory about why he came and left so suddenly. Much as I'd like to curse at him and tell to his face that I don't deserve to be treated that way, I just know I'll have to keep my cool. He's got a problem, he tried to make me the solution, and he failed. I'm not a bandage to his wounded heart. Let's be clear on that. <br />
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Although it still feels like all hell breaks loose, I would never take revenge on him. As they say, the best revenge is living well, which is actually what is happening to me. I won't hurt him consciously, but I know that I also would never let him close enough to hurt me again. :)MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-91232496691129314672012-02-05T04:34:00.000-08:002012-02-05T04:47:46.797-08:00And I Chose To Be Grateful and Happy...Psalm 34:18 says "The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit."<br />
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This, apparently, is the core of today's gospel. I've always known that this quote exists but because I don't really read the Bible regularly, I have forgotten about it, even at that time when I was literally brokenhearted. <br />
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So when I attended the Mass today, I was almost teary-eyed the whole time. I don't know. It felt like God was talking to me. It was as if it's His way of saying that the worst is over, that He will heal me, that I can start all over again. Now. :)<br />
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The officiating priest said during his sermon that all of our brokenness, the trials we face, the sufferings we endure--- they are all designed by God so we can appreciate life even more. There's always a rainbow after the storm. And yes, I'm holding on to every word. <br />
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Looking back, I could have rant all I want about the way my life turned out. There was a time when I saw life unfold the way I wanted it to be, and I thought all I need was a little more time so it would come to its full circle. Little did I know that it wasn't even real to begin with. When I realized that I don't stand a chance at having that one thing I thought I could wait forever for, my heart wasn't just broken; it was shattered to pieces. <br />
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I could have chosen to wallow in pain, to be depressed and curse at the world. But God's love made me reconsider. I am just too blessed to complain about that painful experience. The blessings He abundantly showers upon me outweigh all the rejection and pain caused by some people who don't see my worth. So, I prayed for healing, and healing He bestowed upon me. <br />
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The gospel has reaffirmed to me what I always believed in: that God is a faithful God. He heals the brokenhearted. He always presents a way to start all over again, with the lessons learned from the painful past. Really, gratefulness and happiness are our personal choices. And as for me, they are my top picks. :)MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-48479842131492925592011-06-04T05:57:00.000-07:002011-06-05T06:47:23.810-07:00Another goodbye, but hopefully for my better path.It all started when a college classmate and I unexpectedly bumped into each other in one of the popular fast food chains along Bajada. He was with his boss and other officemates. He asked me if I still write and if I'm interested in applying for content writer in their company, located in the metro's tallest building. <br />
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Days after, I applied and got accepted. It was a good thing since NSO ended a month ago, I'm running out of cash and our house was under renovation then, making it not conducive for bumming around. The setup was actually favorable for me - flexible time schedule (report any time, just make sure you will work for 9 hours a day), nice working environment and doing what I am passionate about -- writing. I worked as a content writer and used a spinning software for a month before so I was somehow confident I am armed with the skills and experience needed. <br />
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Admittedly, I had some level of difficulty when I was starting out, but my project manager is patient and she never gave up on me. Along the way, I learned the ropes and the ins and outs of the business. I managed to whip off articles with minimum revisions and reached the imposed quota. Later on, I also tried my hand at doing IT stuff, but I was more focused on writing. <br />
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5 months and 2 weeks since I joined Ultro Sourcing, I found myself bidding farewell to my current work, my officemates and the company. Where to? Davao City Water District. I will be working as one of the 5 Customer Service Assistants.<br />
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The pay will be lesser, the work schedule will be fixed, the pressure would be around the office. But why did I accept such? Career growth and stability, something that an outsourcing company like Ultro can't offer. So with a heavy heart, I left Ultro last Wednesday, June 1. But not without a party. Here are some pics from our merriment. <br />
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Before we ate, I noticed they were passing this card around so I knew that they would give me a token of remembrance. I know they intended to surprise me but due to time constraints, they can't. But as destiny would have it (char!), I'm still so surprised how the card carried a comic atmosphere. :)) Why? Take a peek. :) <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DQpQVi3WfMjo-62ceygRMu20lcDVwkHTk5Z4LbYCw_cGNKOccl9-NCZvloOJ4zlDdt9SjZ6tbmyYowS0ZArHSzQJaZ8a0b1hAtSdqNYZCm0hj7WWMM2zDjdVJkr3rdJRvEwPBczsFdXj/s1600/P1010053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DQpQVi3WfMjo-62ceygRMu20lcDVwkHTk5Z4LbYCw_cGNKOccl9-NCZvloOJ4zlDdt9SjZ6tbmyYowS0ZArHSzQJaZ8a0b1hAtSdqNYZCm0hj7WWMM2zDjdVJkr3rdJRvEwPBczsFdXj/s320/P1010053.JPG" /></a></div>not-so VERY VERY VERY SMALL card from all of them. yiheeee!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKOzrKGhtvSfVnea7ZP0_YHlxu4z9IT6ORAKOq7uDnkMM0StcqG6BfOQgbBYCYMNVK4h5u8INZ2LPZsClFvMcqi5FA20aKj5Qu9lAKaTOOvMnjVozWzZmh2inIOC5e2qmWdZ04d0sSZIA/s1600/P1010054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKOzrKGhtvSfVnea7ZP0_YHlxu4z9IT6ORAKOq7uDnkMM0StcqG6BfOQgbBYCYMNVK4h5u8INZ2LPZsClFvMcqi5FA20aKj5Qu9lAKaTOOvMnjVozWzZmh2inIOC5e2qmWdZ04d0sSZIA/s320/P1010054.JPG" /></a></div>...tadaaa! the messages! I really had a good laugh reading each. I'm amazed how witty, funny, random and out-of-this-world the advices could get. Everything's okay but I noticed the 'Have a Happy Birthday!' line! HAHAHAHA. ok, I know how hard it is to find a jumbo-sized card that isn't meant for the natal day. Nevertheless, I am still so touched by the sweet gesture.<br />
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I'll miss them big time. More than I'd like to admit. :(<br />
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I could only hope I'll be up for something better, and have a happier life. :)MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-4316788528174513832011-03-28T05:50:00.000-07:002011-03-28T05:50:26.220-07:00Career BluesI know I'm a promising, young professional who has all my career life before me. <br />
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I can go places. I can contribute a lot to the industry. I have talent.<br />
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Yes, I'm aware of it. <br />
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So I shouldn't be stuck here.MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-4282897029324503102011-01-21T01:01:00.000-08:002011-01-21T02:26:34.604-08:00In 2011, I'm gonna do these. *fingerscrossed*1. Learn to cook not-so-easy dishes.<br />2. EXERCISE, for Chrissake!<br />3. Update blog frequently.<br />4. Watch classic and animated movies.<br />5. Read top-selling books (Sophie's World, A Tale of Two Cities, God of Small Things, etc.)<br />5. grow hair longer. :D *weeee...first time in 2 years*<br />6. invest on pricey-but-definitely-worth it skin products<br />7. have a QWERTY phone. kahit yung Cherry lang. :D<br />8. eat well. avoid acids i.e. softdrinks!<br />9. save money!<br />10. and of course, how else am I going to do #9 if I won't be financially stable? So, find a course-related and well-compensating job! :DMARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-39697254829801301222011-01-18T21:52:00.000-08:002011-01-18T22:53:46.533-08:00Just a Thought.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZvW32ifz-IUwyxXpG1bPkarRkmy8MowWVXqLibNkih6F8sWsrEpT1vMrwLxuT-mZ5xcOkY5HndWzc1rXGHJZ2rYhlORX8Vg1HCPSfme-UVaki1nYz0GKZXmBEwHBbHIeL37P8nDoF21y/s1600/mmm.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZvW32ifz-IUwyxXpG1bPkarRkmy8MowWVXqLibNkih6F8sWsrEpT1vMrwLxuT-mZ5xcOkY5HndWzc1rXGHJZ2rYhlORX8Vg1HCPSfme-UVaki1nYz0GKZXmBEwHBbHIeL37P8nDoF21y/s320/mmm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563771803956365858" /></a><br /><br /><br />The more guys I know, the more I am convinced that they are all the same. It's like meeting many different guys but seeing one and the same character.<br /><br />I have so many acquaintances and friends who happen to be guys. Some are already in a relationship. But my woman's instinct and even common sense tell me that, for crying out loud, their actions can be classified as...<span style="font-weight:bold;">flirtatious</span>.<br /><br />Yep, I can tell. I mean, what can you say when they're actually asking you to go home with them, or meet up with you for what they claim as a 'friendly date'? What the eff.<br /><br />I'm not that dumb not to know your schemes! And so, I stopped communicating with them, by all means.<br /><br />Which made me ponder on the thought stated in that pic above. With everything I went through, I sincerely hope that I can be that girl who will make the player forget he even entered the game field. C'mon, you boys should know the fine line between promoting friendship and being coquettish. It really isn't nice to play around, especially if emotions are involved.<br /><br />And for you guys who are already into a commitment, think of your girlfriends please. Duh.MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-89723062915530549842010-12-31T09:35:00.000-08:002010-12-31T22:47:25.028-08:002010: One of my Best Years. Ever. :)As everyone in the long stretch of our street went inside their respective houses after several minutes of blowing horns made of disposable plastic cups and counting down to officially welcome the new year, it dawned on me that it signals the start of really 'living' in 2011. <br /><br />It is one thing to go out in the streets, making all sorts of noises from hooting to blowing horns to dragging cans attached to the back part of the vehicle while it's moving. It's another thing to be in the quiet and comfort of your home, enjoying delectable dishes served in the Media Noche. It's an intimate way of family bonding and yes, we can all reflect on what's in store for us in the coming 12 months. But the previous year also deserves to be given a glance before we bid it goodbye.<br /><br />2010 had been a pretty good one for me, to say the least. It was a year full of changes, transitions and challenged my ability to adapt and adjust in no time. There were a lot of first times too.<br /><br />I tried a very short Korean hairstyle for the first time and apparently, people were praising me coz the cut suit me well. I know it cost me five times my regular haircut budget but with compliments I was getting everyday, it's all worth it. <br /><br />Seeing my peers make a graceful exit dubbed as college graduation tugged my heartstrings. I was left behind for another six weeks since I had to complete one major and one minor subject before finally earning my degree. It meant extension for my ATENEWS EICship also. A national convention was held in Bacolod for almost a week and as the only editor enrolled during that time, I took the duty of canvassing for tickets, hotels and all that. With three members under my wing, we attended the convention and I was absent in my classes. I can no longer imagine how I was able to multitask listening to the talks with a photocopy of our Philosophy of Religion in one hand. You see, I needed to study so I'll be on the same page as the class took on the same lesson by then. But the convention was truly enriching and the side trip to Cebu was fun so I got through it smoothly.<br /><br />The National Elections also happened during this year. After casting the peoples vote and with the aid of technology that are PCOS machines, the country now has a different set of leaders. I am hoping for the best. May the people's vote not be a waste by malpractice and anomalies. I know that politics has always been dirty. I just hope they won't stain it more.<br /><br />After all the defense and exams, I officially graduated from college with no graduation rites, no preparations, no graduation dinner, no graduation gifts, no nothing at all. I could care less, what's important for me is that I survived college after eight regular semesters and four summer classes! From a colegiala, I have now become a professional who has to pay 7 pesos minimum in a jeepney ride. I admit, sometimes, it's tempting to pay just only 6, just like the old times. :))<br /><br />Then started my bum life. I rested and chilled but not really since I still had to go back to school and apply for the diploma, clearance, etc. After a month, a college friend offered me a home-based online writing job which I accepted eagerly. I wrote about hen parties (UK setting) and used spinning software. It only lasted for a month as the boss lacked the funds to continue getting my services. <br /><br />I wasn't idle for long though since NSO hired me. There I had a not-so-challenging with an above-average compensation on a killer schedule. Haha. Truly, I learned to budget my time and make some sacrifices by waking up way early for my 6am duty or going home at more or less 12 in the midnight from my 3pm duty. But the people I worked with are keepers so I couldn't thank NSO enough for bringing our paths together. :)<br /><br />Life after NSO meant staying in our house and having to endure all the noise, mess and a lot of chaos while our house was under renovation/repaint. It certainly bored me so I had to find ways to get out of the house. When I saw an old college classmate again and informed me of a vacant writing position in their office (which is situated in the tallest building in the metro), I applied days after and got hired. What a pity because the house repair was almost finished the time when they told me to report for duty. :( But still, I am more than thankful for the salary and more than that, I am glad for having something to be busy with. I guess sitting around the whole day with no goal in mind just doesn't sit with me well. I can feel I am shortchanging myself doing nothing.<br /><br />Come Christmas season, my aunt who is now based in Japan spent her holidays here with us. Thus, on Christmas eve, everyone from my father's side gathered in our house as we had a Christmas program and gift giving session. It was good to see everyone of them for the first time. I realized I have a lot of pamangkins already. They were all so adorable! It was even better going around the place, greeting each one with a hug as our eyes were filled with tears. Truly, we are all so touched with this once in a lifetime family event. And of course, it was the best with all the tasty treats served in the Noche Buena. After that, we all slept in the house. All 31 of us, imagine!<br /><br />Last night was New Year's eve. It's the first time to celebrate this special beginning with my immediate family. I am used to having my aunts and uncles around during New Year but this year is different and I love the refreshing change.<br /><br />In a nutshell, I view the past year as a time when growing up is a requirement as major decisions are needed to be made. I learned how to step out of my comfort zone and give importance to my hard-earned money as well. I also learned how to relate with other people, especially those in authority, in a professional way. 2010 was truly one of the best years in my 20 years of existence. <br /><br />And now, I'll say 'Hello there, 2011! Rock my world, Year of the Metal Rabbit!' :)MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-71470025854449978642010-12-19T03:20:00.000-08:002010-12-19T04:14:53.501-08:00Pasko sa UltroHolidays are just few days away! I grew up loving Christmas season because I find people extra happy when this time of the year comes. It may be caused by the extra money they get as bonuses or 13 month pay coupled with the mall sales which really enable shoppers to get items up to half their price! It's a very ideal time to shop til you drop, especially because we have to buy gifts for the Christmas parties! No wonder why malls are always jump-packed on Christmas time.<br /><br />Anyway, since I'm working for a private outsourcing company now, and they are definitely going to have a party by next week, I am included in the event also. It came as a shock since I'm a newbie. It's actually okay with me if I won't join. Personally knowing only one person who was a college classmate, I don't have any idea who my manito is. I bought a tumbler for him. It's a medium-sized, transparent but heavily tinted with dark blue kind. I hope he will appreciate it. Because I do. :)<br /><br />Then, after a few rounds of discussion and meetings,everyone decided that the party venue will be somewhere in Aurora. The place is owned by a workmate's sis-in-law so we can actually avail of a discount. There's gonna be a lot of beers and drinking, and as observed, I know the workmates are gonna drink as much as they can. So I know I'll exit early since it's never my trip to 'tagay' and besides, I'm not yet comfortable with them. It will surely take some time. :)<br /><br />Whew. I just realized that I am anxious. I guess Christmas will also be the time to get to know these people better. I just hope everything will turn out well so that I can find spending time with them as fun. :) <br /><br />Merry Christmas in advance, Ultro people! :DMARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-90483417211006096012010-12-04T05:22:00.000-08:002010-12-19T03:51:33.753-08:00NSO nostalgia. Still.Days before my NSO contract is about to end, I couldn't contain my excitement with the thought of getting all the rest I claim to deserve. I looked forward to complete eight-hour (or more!) slumber, chance to catch up on movies I downloaded centuries ago but remained unwatched, read books, make my room spic-and-span and fix whatever is in need of fixing. Try a new sport or hobby. Spend time with my closest friends who I always disappoint by my MIA (missing in action) status and family who barely feel my presence.Life after NSO is dedicated to relaxation only. :)<br /><br />But when it finally happened, there was definitely a change of heart and mind. I put the blame on the ongoing repair/repainting of our house. Imagine waking up to the sound of hammers pounding on the rooftop and having to endure the sickening smell of newly-painted walls almost everywhere. It's enough to ruin a day. <br /><br />To add to that, I really really really miss my NSO friends. Seems like everyone has not yet gotten over with the fact that NSO is already a closed chapter. We still keep on hanging out with each other and call it 'farewell party' but would you call such when you do it over and over again? I guess we never really learned to say goodbye. LOL.<br /><br />I know I have to let them go. We have our own lives to face, own battles to fight for, own victories to claim. And we'll definitely keep in touch with each other. Rest assured, we'll be friends. Til the end. :)MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-73830270320883772842010-11-16T21:35:00.000-08:002010-11-17T00:05:32.780-08:00N-S-Oh! :D but :(Three months is all that it takes to change lives. :)<br /><br />Who would ever forget the first day of training in NSO? New faces, calculated actions, awkward exchange of hi's and hello's. Everyone seems to let the fact that work is finally right here, right now sink in to each one's system. <br /><br />Who wouldn't remember the Bangus lunch from Chowking that we devoured during that first lunch? Or how each one made an effort to report to the office clad in collared blouses/polo shirts? <br /><br />What about Ma'am Lea's infectious laughter (which made us somehow comfortable with her around even if we know she's a high rank official ), Sir Ronan's seemingly superior character that threatened us (which fortunately was just a front. Truth is, he's cool. Well, that's how the first shift described him.), Ma'am Jen's soft way of speaking and Ma'am Apple's many 'hang' moments. :)) <br /><br />And of course, there were also our LOL moments. Remember Rod's punching in at the wrong side of the time card? And Merbien's one hour late during the second day? Most especially, the epic question Princess asked that went like this "Kung maguba ang scanner, kami ang mubayad?" followed by her zesty laughter that made everyone of us laugh along and notice her. <br /><br />With free meals for three days, we all wanted to be trainees forever. We found that painstakingly counting each form in each EA as taxing. Likewise, we dread operating the SCIPS and handling the scanners since we were intimidated by its costly price (think: 1.3 M for Kodak and 700K for Panasonic! Wow. Yaman ng NSO!!) But work life had to start. So even if the work sched is totally not normal (6am-2pm, 3pm-11pm), we reported to duty inspired by the higher-than-average daily rate(confidential! But, yes, pwede na 'panawid-luho' hahaha). :)) <br /><br />Days passed and as if by magic, we all got along very well. All we gotta do is feed the scanners with the numerous forms, click those right buttons, and voila! We can all go back to our 'chika' and 'sungogay' moments. Blame it on the not-so-challenging-and-definitely-not-brain-stimulating nature of job we had! :)) <br /><br />We act out like kids from high school even if we are all professionals already. We talk about things that I never imagined myself getting into any similar conversation until I met all of you. We are so eager to hang out with each other and eat out as soon as we get hold of our most-awaited salary! <br /><br />We laughed out so loud, we didn't give a damn if we were too noisy unless Ma'am Adie reprimands us :)), we were just soooo into this friendship that's incredibly strong even if it only started just recently. We also had our share of bullying each other, making fun out of one's funny mistake (usually Merbien's slip of tongue which I and Lorie are so fond of teasing him about it), and yeah, even misunderstandings. A few also developed special feelings for some. Oh yeah, it's just really like in high school! :))<br /><br />We went to places I didn't even think I can go to(Mandug,Magsaysay Park,Jack's Ridge, the new Voyzout branch, Kaputian and Isla Reta in Samal)or go back again and again (People's Park, GMall, GS elevator)if it weren't for all of you. <br /><br />Our bond strengthened this friendship and the level of attachment we felt for each other really made us care for each one as a brother or sister. That's why we let out our full support when one of us decides to take the brighter path towards career growth (Rod's resignation for Megavia, Brgy. Kgwd. Julaysa's political career). Also, we are saddened when one of us gets into a predicament and tries our best to help out. I guess we owe it to the fact that we are literally always together. 8 hours duty for 6 days a week and even beyond. <br /><br />And now that the contract plus the two weeks extension has finally came to an inevitable end, we all have to go on our separate ways and work out our lives. We have to once again kiss hello our resume editing sessions, job searching and anticipating a call or text from companies where we tried our luck to be a part of. In our next job, things may get a whole lot of serious so let's all cherish the memories NSO offer us. It's the only place where I felt as if school just had an extension. :))<br /><br />We all knew this is gonna happen, considering we are only contractual employees.I was so used to being with all of you almost everyday and knowing everything's gonna be different makes me feel way, way sadder. :( Of course, we won't totally lose contact. What's the use of SMSing and FB, right? But then, it wouldn't still feel the same. :( The amount of time and fun we shared make it really, really hard not to miss US. For a short period of time, we've been friends and I know, in our heart of hearts, we'll always be. :)<br /><br />So here's a compilation of my favorite group pictures we have. Just looking at these makes my heart go awwwww. I'll miss you, NSO Shift 2 Scanners. More than words can ever say. :(<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1st picture2x ever! :)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_iueA5gXD62fyFHsQPdHSuKT_9e0WUxY14KSrZLp543OvjmJDGPx9sVM3haYS1tOQbafl6_uFCmobUGj5EAf-YxtqN130x1f8jktRqmQ4USwdAvtwfSC-s2RA4-yWE781R5VWSduhbgx-/s1600/1st.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_iueA5gXD62fyFHsQPdHSuKT_9e0WUxY14KSrZLp543OvjmJDGPx9sVM3haYS1tOQbafl6_uFCmobUGj5EAf-YxtqN130x1f8jktRqmQ4USwdAvtwfSC-s2RA4-yWE781R5VWSduhbgx-/s320/1st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540412150574364498" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">wearing the NSO shirt. Parang mga regulars ah.:)) </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DZERSEUKtn2FH86CV-b5RgpHVX2fH573x25w7k0fl1vHUs91gst4PP_mMnoanMpVWA9ij6pg1t1rnPWzyykVkF-OaNmD1Dyp_pbyqXuStCFl7ERvW0dm7TmigXNyfnU20fjeydguymAN/s1600/shirt2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DZERSEUKtn2FH86CV-b5RgpHVX2fH573x25w7k0fl1vHUs91gst4PP_mMnoanMpVWA9ij6pg1t1rnPWzyykVkF-OaNmD1Dyp_pbyqXuStCFl7ERvW0dm7TmigXNyfnU20fjeydguymAN/s320/shirt2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540413409423488914" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">invading Egay Ayag's (as in the fashion designer!) atelier. \m/ </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKjiAJ0SV-XNVESbzbyg4KiM7axsh0zDrhTU_E-amO_jViRrS6L0H3mHOWTQ-V_EmEYyUJet8M-XiRd2DboSVSGoMHi9fQEQV20yqokGc1RNZAgn1FA3AffoNM4zs0eHA5Spqn4FvFgeT/s1600/egay.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKjiAJ0SV-XNVESbzbyg4KiM7axsh0zDrhTU_E-amO_jViRrS6L0H3mHOWTQ-V_EmEYyUJet8M-XiRd2DboSVSGoMHi9fQEQV20yqokGc1RNZAgn1FA3AffoNM4zs0eHA5Spqn4FvFgeT/s320/egay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540416858836515698" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Isla Reta getaway. :) One of the major laags!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxpLtTWmTgqMu0nly_PwSzyYzspFYxvhe7GYo1bXYLnBT6VV1vC1NbtRJlVj47ArIbYjz_p4XvdXByU8lTQ1lGsTb7SITQxg_qTH7KqHmnTzPAcTNKyEx7VNAckpwza2WcImpOzunNao8/s1600/islareta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxpLtTWmTgqMu0nly_PwSzyYzspFYxvhe7GYo1bXYLnBT6VV1vC1NbtRJlVj47ArIbYjz_p4XvdXByU8lTQ1lGsTb7SITQxg_qTH7KqHmnTzPAcTNKyEx7VNAckpwza2WcImpOzunNao8/s320/islareta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540416854902922802" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">masyadong bida ang Havaianas Floater! @Kaputian Beach Resort. Inconvenient but that's where the fun begun. :D </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-k9MRgbnnx8lNLA6Ty8cWXalhFVLsDJbkxfTpMd4tbAN8_zCXt7yEX6kz00BnXaQ_CqG2j5K2-dDHoKydGuZOodGzLIYnICCedfHttZTLRb-YEqiKrYbfT1zOQWFpqHcahd2_EtdCZvpK/s1600/kaputian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-k9MRgbnnx8lNLA6Ty8cWXalhFVLsDJbkxfTpMd4tbAN8_zCXt7yEX6kz00BnXaQ_CqG2j5K2-dDHoKydGuZOodGzLIYnICCedfHttZTLRb-YEqiKrYbfT1zOQWFpqHcahd2_EtdCZvpK/s320/kaputian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540416850180015970" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">at the very romantic and breathtaking Jack's Ridge. :D</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlD0hkYEAlZjzkEeiDr2e94hGkzXAhy_rfTHYq0x7nYt13p-0cJmR0IMGSWDBuIm97AKaoWymVFALAEVBMLOsR8qBEg1bziQLKGbSwbhHy3Fo13G3Qgc0fCyYwfn6uWk_MQdrHNiy9JYFl/s1600/68003_1452830604087_1332937269_3068659_5819704_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlD0hkYEAlZjzkEeiDr2e94hGkzXAhy_rfTHYq0x7nYt13p-0cJmR0IMGSWDBuIm97AKaoWymVFALAEVBMLOsR8qBEg1bziQLKGbSwbhHy3Fo13G3Qgc0fCyYwfn6uWk_MQdrHNiy9JYFl/s320/68003_1452830604087_1332937269_3068659_5819704_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540416851111383202" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">after several tries, finally, we achieved this EPIC WIN JUMP SHOT!! clap clap for us! yey! </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtMdfgEtgfxjzAu2PeIwxUqTmpx8sBznNWpgm7-8Sp3ZgL5k7q-NId_evTUbje09v7lBPcPi0bYfKCLb1_KpclmtL_b4fso-f18q4Smw2m5Ek4BNw5mobGBIOdWk3jfsLNz5HrM42M8RV/s1600/ambakshrine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtMdfgEtgfxjzAu2PeIwxUqTmpx8sBznNWpgm7-8Sp3ZgL5k7q-NId_evTUbje09v7lBPcPi0bYfKCLb1_KpclmtL_b4fso-f18q4Smw2m5Ek4BNw5mobGBIOdWk3jfsLNz5HrM42M8RV/s320/ambakshrine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540416844976244482" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Singing our hearts out @Voyzout </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBoc-TaOKBIhlf4WL_mj-qBWoLSo7T04u4wHt8jbzJ7U7PNUTRpwUZlK34z9wPp4pfOPoG4vWgWoOvODvFldO203fL0FBkqHBN1f_6nhndRugaK8vopPexYcegxRcRc_dkE7XCwSfAN5S/s1600/voyzout.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBoc-TaOKBIhlf4WL_mj-qBWoLSo7T04u4wHt8jbzJ7U7PNUTRpwUZlK34z9wPp4pfOPoG4vWgWoOvODvFldO203fL0FBkqHBN1f_6nhndRugaK8vopPexYcegxRcRc_dkE7XCwSfAN5S/s320/voyzout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540423734124069506" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">All together now. :) We treated out our supervisors, Sir Jay and Ma'am Adie. @Pizzahut, Gmall</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Qbk3VSkX8-WnPqXkNtl7e4jPBgD2D3eATnxouOGgS4T0MO1KSBPIuc4EPqSD1a-sUVHS-q7d85on9sv-v-CPm1oDJ1YrVadi2-CSw1StSStH8lPewTe2eeEqSOQwxIY89fcHqXh73OJP/s1600/pizzahut.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Qbk3VSkX8-WnPqXkNtl7e4jPBgD2D3eATnxouOGgS4T0MO1KSBPIuc4EPqSD1a-sUVHS-q7d85on9sv-v-CPm1oDJ1YrVadi2-CSw1StSStH8lPewTe2eeEqSOQwxIY89fcHqXh73OJP/s320/pizzahut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540424170168731714" /></a><br /><br />NSO. Where work didn't feel like work at all.MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-86968503271334807002010-09-13T05:10:00.000-07:002010-09-13T05:41:01.896-07:00SMART makes me smart. :)I tire of receiving text messages from network providers saying that for loading, I get free points and a chance to win prizes and all that. But lately, Smart lives to its word of being 'simply amazing'! <br /><br />They keep on sending random trivia (usually about Hollywood big names)for subscribers who get their cellphone loaded.<br /><br />Here are some (though not in exact words):<br /><br />1. Lady Gaga is an aristocrat and she even went to the same school as Paris Hilton.<br />2. The Beatles' album is still the best-selling album of all times in Hollywood.<br />3. Neyo has Chinese blood.<br /><br />*Mmmkay, so the info are not really complete, but this post is just for update and to show my appreciation for Smart's new ways of making their subscribers smart. Simply amazing! I'm glad to be using my Smart Buddy sim again. :)*MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-28518061995465717632010-06-26T07:07:00.000-07:002010-06-26T07:52:24.941-07:00HOW WE ARE AS NOVICE CAREER PEOPLE?Jeff, a former classmate and a good friend of mine sent me a text message earlier asking me if I can join him and some of our former classmates (Lloyd, Camz and Kring)to watch a movie. After all, he would be the one to treat us. Oh, talk about earning already! :D<br /><br />I also had another agenda so I went to downtown and join them. Little did I know that they came from an Ukay2x spree to shop for business attires that Kring would be using for her 6-8 month training in BPI Makati. Wow, surely her cum lau de status when she graduated paid off! Kring's bag was full with her good finds and there were also bags containing the shoes and some more clothes she will also be using during her training.<br /><br />Since the movie will start at 4:30pm and I arrived minutes before it, we still had the time to chat and talk about what's happening in our career. Aside from Jeff who is now earning from his web development job and has the money to treat his friends now, the others are also finding their place in the real world. Lloyd should now be called Sir Lloyd, being a CS Division teacher in our alma matter. Camz has already worked as a PCOS technician during the election and is currently searching for a work. And on June 30, Kring will be setting foot to Manila to undergo the BPI training.<br /><br />As for me, I am starting out with my first online freelance writing job this Monday (thanks to Jeff!). I am hopeful that I can really feel 'employed' and be of service to the company I'm working for.<br /><br />Time flies really, really fast. It's definitely the start of the real battle in which we spent our more or less 16 years of existence to get ready for it.<br /><br />I can still remember the days when I went out with almost the same people to watch a movie since we were so stressed out after exams. Now, there's no academic exam to take. What's here is employment. There's no longer a desire for high grades, only high salary. <br /><br />But what's constant is the insatiable hunger for learning we possess. Every day is filled with lots of lessons to gain. And although we are no longer wearing our college uniforms, we will forever remain Ateneans by heart even outside school -- full of magis and striving to be the paramount persons we can be.MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-39883393061684722772010-06-03T05:01:00.001-07:002010-06-05T03:37:43.466-07:00LIFE AFTER AdDUAfter being left behind by our batch mates when they graduated last March 20, me and my group mates then knew that we have to continue living our lives as students and pass our two remaining subjects (Practicum 2 and Philosophy of Religion) to also graduate in six weeks time.<br /><br />We worked our butts off just so we can finish college with flying colors (haha. this one's exaggeration, i know. we're not lau de's of some sort but still, thank God for the passing grade!). <br /><br />Philo 106 demands time for us to read every single line in the article. So I really did my part. :)<br /><br />In Business Plan, which is our only remaining major subject so we had to request for tutorial (automatically, +60% in our tuition fee!), we exerted all our efforts to do field research on existing competitors, compute all possible expenses, estimate our inventory, project our income and do accounting to balance the Balance Sheet. T.T<br /><br />We really took the subject seriously and come defense day, we did present the business plan just like pros do. <br /><br />And after that, tadaaaa! <span style="font-weight:bold;">College life is finally over.</span> Yes, after eight regular semesters and four summer classes, we find ourselves bidding good bye to the University that created such huge impact in our lives. <br /><br />Now, a week and a day after 'graduating' (the marching rites will be on March 2011 so there was not yet any feast or celebration here at home) and unemployed, things have been slowly sinking in. <br /><br />I wake up in the morning with no classes to attend to. I have so many time in my hands. I can now spend my afternoons by having my much-desired siesta way back school days. I can now watch teleseryes and afternoon series and be amazed how I like watching Impostor partly because Maja's character is also named Maris. hahaha! Epic win!!<br /><br />Also, I now think of employment (waaah!!). As much as I would want to chillax because I claim I need it after being so stressed out during my last year in college (3rd yr and 4th yr majors + ATENEWS EICship!!), still, I can't help but think the real reason why I went to AdDU to get my tertiary education -- to land on a high-paying and brain-stimulating job!!<br /><br />For now, I'm out in the open, looking for a job that would suit me. And hopeful that all of my efforts spent in school would eventually pay off as I claim my place in the real world.<br /><br />:D<br /><br />P.S. Now, I can say that I have every right to post this picture! :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeft_XhoxtjzqBzqCY1NFs1_IsFK8nytFZIrUyK5YWQ1uoQ0mIBjYSy8JghiR96saQH51UDZG3Z21CkeKsFLRSfVOUv6YCzQWnxAa0ePye24rHuYle5IxVVdiKHKpBQpGgqU5sMCiU8puk/s1600/maris.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeft_XhoxtjzqBzqCY1NFs1_IsFK8nytFZIrUyK5YWQ1uoQ0mIBjYSy8JghiR96saQH51UDZG3Z21CkeKsFLRSfVOUv6YCzQWnxAa0ePye24rHuYle5IxVVdiKHKpBQpGgqU5sMCiU8puk/s320/maris.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479236476646763746" /></a>MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-90395473819202762762010-05-14T06:47:00.000-07:002010-05-14T07:42:10.321-07:00What's in my name?Right after having our weekly consultation on Business Plan Financial part with our very cool and gorgeous teacher, Suppie, Justine and I decided to push through with our plan of watching the newest comedy Pinoy movie, Here Comes the Bride, since we find the trailer hilariously funny. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRiP-rcMi5idCxIaeaiRD4j__YY27dyPE3Zxub9W40g2X2kBjGB7iBRfok1H8eDo2VeIusgrCW6TZBuCewSQtcPqR9ikBytilQF9ZHYn_04DQZJQHcwClsdbTlOAgJDOi_zY6_WfF2i5b/s1600/here+comes+the+bride+star+cinema+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRiP-rcMi5idCxIaeaiRD4j__YY27dyPE3Zxub9W40g2X2kBjGB7iBRfok1H8eDo2VeIusgrCW6TZBuCewSQtcPqR9ikBytilQF9ZHYn_04DQZJQHcwClsdbTlOAgJDOi_zY6_WfF2i5b/s320/here+comes+the+bride+star+cinema+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471124906144486386" /></a><br /><br />photo taken from <a href = http://www.google.com.ph/imglanding?q=here%20comes%20the%20bride%20pinoy%20movie&imgurl=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8K6kWK2TAGU/S806nT_VIfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/l_er94MpZwY/s1600/here%2Bcomes%2Bthe%2Bbride%2Bstar%2Bcinema%2B3.jpg&imgrefurl=http://telebabad.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-trailer.html&usg=__E4kbR3ONXYnDzxcn-MaH4fnvorQ=&h=332&w=500&sz=28&hl=en&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=sATDO_n4HCGX5M:&tbnh=86&tbnw=130&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhere%2Bcomes%2Bthe%2Bbride%2Bpinoy%2Bmovie%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26tbs%3Disch:1&um=1&tbs=isch:1&start=0 />here</a><br /><br /><br />Luis then tags along with us and by default, becomes our unofficial driver. (Thanks by the way for the lift and the mango squares. They're yummy!)<br /><br />When we finally arrived in GMall, the movie has already started but we still bought tickets and went inside the cinema house. <br /><br />And just as we wanted, we laughed out loud at the funny scenes and found the plot very interesting. <br /><br />It just caught my attention that the character of Angelica's chubby best friend who would later on play as the maid of honor goes by the name of Maris.<br /><br />Days ago, I also discovered that Maja's character in ABS-CBN's afternoon series, Precious Hearts Romances: Impostor, is also named Maris.<br /><br />And all the while, I thought my nickname is uncommon and that I could never encounter any movie or TV show that has a character bearing the same name as mine, which is apparently a reason why I like my nick very much more than I do with my seemingly old fashioned but nonetheless classic real name, Ma. Cristina. Then again, I thought wrong and maybe I should not be surprised if I would again watch a movie which has a "Maris" in it.<br /><br /><br />But anyway, the movie was a reachable and relatively cheap form of stress<br />relieving activity. And I look forward to watching Precious Hearts especially after college. Weeeee. :)MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-84929908351323055882010-02-07T21:45:00.000-08:002010-02-10T02:39:29.355-08:00Jobs Fair<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgq3yA11jEet_4rzu7N5bvCYZ-INMulcer55kYzVocbvoTeCF2sXZ8HjX1xgnUCmpXzuJpYGqBkiwRzX4kapbwE5O2fKxbUvNc3GdJhvlI35AGzab3yBFwe7WF8C2Tafg0IZMQCxERjxp/s1600-h/job-application-300x297.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgq3yA11jEet_4rzu7N5bvCYZ-INMulcer55kYzVocbvoTeCF2sXZ8HjX1xgnUCmpXzuJpYGqBkiwRzX4kapbwE5O2fKxbUvNc3GdJhvlI35AGzab3yBFwe7WF8C2Tafg0IZMQCxERjxp/s320/job-application-300x297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436562574588225330" /></a><br />One of the things any Ateneo graduating student in their rational mind should be grateful for is the fact that we are blessed enough to have our Guidance Center launch an annual Jobs Fair for AdDU's graduating students. Year after year, Guidance invites more or less 90 companies to which the graduating class can submit their resumes to, let them take exams and screen them in the interview. <br /><br />For three years, I've seen students from the upper class stress over this event, my own dearest cousin included. I was still in second year when she instructed me to hand her some pertinent documents she'll be needing for the Jobs Fair. She seemed so harassed and pressured so I decided to just do as she wished, afraid to add up to her stress piling up. :))<br /><br />Fast forward today, it's somehow unbelievable to be the one who is actually stressing over the Jobs Fair. Last Friday and Saturday, Guidance did its yearly task and we, the GRADUATING CLASS OF ADDU 2010, are there to give employment a shot. <br /><br />Lucky us, IM students, because we need not splurge on an outfit for the event unlike what the others did, though some of my classmates had their hair cut short and undergo some salon treatments. See, majority of the people I know exerted an effort to be at their best during those two eventful days. <br /><br />So while everyone is so engrossed in putting their best foot forward for companies to notice and hopefully hire them, I made my way to ATENEWS office where I had to edit my resume (which is luckily stored in my email account) since my flashdrive was buried under my pile of trash at home. hahaha! Kidding aside, I did not feel any pressure as I surely took my time. I was not in a hurry to have my photo and resume printed. It seems to me like the Jobs Fair was not something very important.<br /><br />Actually, for someone who is so sure that she won't be attending that most anticipated day of anyone's last year in college, the Jobs Fair can just cause heartache to me. Imagine having to say that I would actually make my prospective employer wait for me since I won't be leaving school 'til May or October, depending on the availability of Practicum 2 .<br /><br />So I went around, lacking in motivation and will power but still convincing myself that I had to make the most out of the opportunity given to me. I submitted my resumes to a few companies and had undergone some rounds of interview. The multimedia and IT-related companies present there are looking for programmers and are located outside the city, which somehow made me feel more detached with what's going on. It obviously did not appeal to me at all. But I decided to stay until it's already closing time.<br /><br />Needless to say, I felt so tired and it felt like I was just forcing myself into something I'm not ready to do yet. So it was only expected not to see me on the second and last day of the fair.<br /><br />Oh boy, employment is still out of the question. I still have to jump over the hurdle of Systems Analysis and Design and Practicum 2. But anyway, it was quite an experience.MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-10019460796792676282010-01-21T19:14:00.000-08:002010-01-24T05:44:44.458-08:00MY LIFE IN PICTURES. :Dit's amazing how life can be captured in photographs. :D<br /><br /><br /><br />1. a picture of you in your room.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">..sa aking comfort zone! :)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_AEFmNZmxErlyriOX6ymvFUVRUgtRhsTb9C4c4XPD7iP0Npf276imqWrcV4qJ8qI1oOgmdRqFPoLMvnoAGx1uktmZof50QNzg3U89aYfUU6puk2mpyjerMOYT2bJAxw6TSnRDD3ydf2Ti/s1600-h/1_533829699l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_AEFmNZmxErlyriOX6ymvFUVRUgtRhsTb9C4c4XPD7iP0Npf276imqWrcV4qJ8qI1oOgmdRqFPoLMvnoAGx1uktmZof50QNzg3U89aYfUU6puk2mpyjerMOYT2bJAxw6TSnRDD3ydf2Ti/s320/1_533829699l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429403172066137826" /></a><br /><br />2. a picture with a former crush <span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />(69th CEGP National Convention 2009, Lucena, Quezon Province) with Carl of DMMAxim. i think he knows! hahaha! :))</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5e4ofawLUuH1guFH4yq0RiMyF5RgUu_PQSW54qBvW9h656iRRvjoQq0WXkK_Rx8i5Nd7Z2s5DQZB9tdz-zt0oTXb9Q534_2VT2YEmPwKYxAC_NN3knNDwRoFbBe0iisPL-iva3xAp4xU/s1600-h/1_799895767l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5e4ofawLUuH1guFH4yq0RiMyF5RgUu_PQSW54qBvW9h656iRRvjoQq0WXkK_Rx8i5Nd7Z2s5DQZB9tdz-zt0oTXb9Q534_2VT2YEmPwKYxAC_NN3knNDwRoFbBe0iisPL-iva3xAp4xU/s320/1_799895767l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429847852547619250" /></a><br /><br />3. a picture of you with a parent or two<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">..with my papa! :)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBQK__UILNWN9pjydxeJTJkL9HSC-y__y75-2NbGM45CMDZpm7lxm3IcdbB6WRTetUFXgF1KVJfsPeGTH4psJg6MsF0Tq9DqT5pBW2514McnUZWSqJ-CPx4kLTgFBwNGEdTlWnHOq3lEa/s1600-h/1_435873214l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBQK__UILNWN9pjydxeJTJkL9HSC-y__y75-2NbGM45CMDZpm7lxm3IcdbB6WRTetUFXgF1KVJfsPeGTH4psJg6MsF0Tq9DqT5pBW2514McnUZWSqJ-CPx4kLTgFBwNGEdTlWnHOq3lEa/s320/1_435873214l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429837032451882594" /></a><br /><br /><br />4. a picture of you from your younger years.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">MINI ME. :P</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUXVzXqRML3MN7zPN1qfGcqnh-ccFE77mcLiqZ3U11g0XMbuDIwystPwraJ6zJOGALjO3DKw44D44C2i29tCZWNLinIcu63Se7xfZWWNwNXsdNpuR-1pedElFYdlrqViXfFySKCZ61GV6/s1600-h/1_105108373l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUXVzXqRML3MN7zPN1qfGcqnh-ccFE77mcLiqZ3U11g0XMbuDIwystPwraJ6zJOGALjO3DKw44D44C2i29tCZWNLinIcu63Se7xfZWWNwNXsdNpuR-1pedElFYdlrqViXfFySKCZ61GV6/s320/1_105108373l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429566347034420274" /></a><br /><br />5. a picture of you in one of your favorite outfits<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I've always wanted to wear the Ateneo de Davao OJT uniform. :D</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh995ngDhGER_mhJB_nHmWaNO2iXjEOozuLIXG4Cr-jJG9wDPsgICYi6ZzsxKRyGLgQ2Bu4EnZlHujZ_YGyjeSSJYGi2565BZPv3wl7Qc29gGOQmuq-ugPEQwzxhHqdAGu-aMkKGxFZYER2/s1600-h/19475_1183672437419_1396495944_30434467_814707_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh995ngDhGER_mhJB_nHmWaNO2iXjEOozuLIXG4Cr-jJG9wDPsgICYi6ZzsxKRyGLgQ2Bu4EnZlHujZ_YGyjeSSJYGi2565BZPv3wl7Qc29gGOQmuq-ugPEQwzxhHqdAGu-aMkKGxFZYER2/s320/19475_1183672437419_1396495944_30434467_814707_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429559148256446498" /></a><br /><br />6. a picture of you making a goofy face at the camera<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">samooook joyce! :))</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkqs_3qWkG_wMMYb2rcby8lSHQM0MYk4nopDIkNgranECJ3NqazJ-bXwEglH5RaRnwjrFI_QA7kL2ArExcDl0LCEfuQNXKhasOSCQX52kZkQ_S4rDXF1WklnsC4cwgcX-4Ie9sWtKrykB/s1600-h/19475_1183672477420_1396495944_30434468_1002297_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkqs_3qWkG_wMMYb2rcby8lSHQM0MYk4nopDIkNgranECJ3NqazJ-bXwEglH5RaRnwjrFI_QA7kL2ArExcDl0LCEfuQNXKhasOSCQX52kZkQ_S4rDXF1WklnsC4cwgcX-4Ie9sWtKrykB/s320/19475_1183672477420_1396495944_30434468_1002297_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429558362655406306" /></a><br /><br />7. a picture you have edited to make yourself more attractive.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">..not my best shot but still, i tried editing it hence, the almost-flawless face! HAHAHA!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4cI_21VVn7qlkSXxEszqGDkcmB35p6Hg0nKFdyb9hHWbzdTLpOSBL4VWscYfFYemEM8iV_pIIRHYPhbwuHCobWDyqPRY0LFkZ5TRLS4eygxyvUvPhq2m8huzWvApq57EsKdBbCKl5f8P/s1600-h/1_481499483l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4cI_21VVn7qlkSXxEszqGDkcmB35p6Hg0nKFdyb9hHWbzdTLpOSBL4VWscYfFYemEM8iV_pIIRHYPhbwuHCobWDyqPRY0LFkZ5TRLS4eygxyvUvPhq2m8huzWvApq57EsKdBbCKl5f8P/s320/1_481499483l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429821532682912930" /></a><br /><br />8. a picture of you in a club/team you're in.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ATENEWS 2009</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRO8KNjCNioWY5H4vF1mGZx6uPmx8Qj3e_c5VFSvaOeM2IjNb4rRuTOPD2FoOLEWYFFwvcnStjlbsyaGs-KbAqbD6f7SNvZbimQJC0vGZ1OqFcwrtPauqtRivMKrH4eNyoCQ0GsfA1IAZ/s1600-h/10431_1217811481895_1127115515_30677966_1996708_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRO8KNjCNioWY5H4vF1mGZx6uPmx8Qj3e_c5VFSvaOeM2IjNb4rRuTOPD2FoOLEWYFFwvcnStjlbsyaGs-KbAqbD6f7SNvZbimQJC0vGZ1OqFcwrtPauqtRivMKrH4eNyoCQ0GsfA1IAZ/s320/10431_1217811481895_1127115515_30677966_1996708_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429568364440054754" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">BS in INFORMATION MANAGEMENT 2010 </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhwwmH1DaKw1gU3-fnG88ePuLlBZAa0L6aC0iS9zodIntYz2jbR4Iqxjzg0gDZhMDhCXG_ATsuz0RRm6b-AD6RWtkism0iAZ7599Pp4WupOcQWZZb_BP3GY7RwIcQsh34Myeyqiu-QaZt/s1600-h/7628_135718952681_516582681_2478089_2016508_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhwwmH1DaKw1gU3-fnG88ePuLlBZAa0L6aC0iS9zodIntYz2jbR4Iqxjzg0gDZhMDhCXG_ATsuz0RRm6b-AD6RWtkism0iAZ7599Pp4WupOcQWZZb_BP3GY7RwIcQsh34Myeyqiu-QaZt/s320/7628_135718952681_516582681_2478089_2016508_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429577596956842434" /></a><br /><br />9. a picture of a night you regret<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTgdXk1LTOR0dfxKzlnAxE-Di8XGHhC14h_bhWCqUjtrrg60hAcJvzqrJ5EF2lFkNDWrdZdk52jlbAQAxFOewxLnExKd0wV1gYMSGrALqIE-akx2MdzIOj3Txi3drBsWEur0Q-7SP-lm_/s1600-h/1_546033413l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTgdXk1LTOR0dfxKzlnAxE-Di8XGHhC14h_bhWCqUjtrrg60hAcJvzqrJ5EF2lFkNDWrdZdk52jlbAQAxFOewxLnExKd0wV1gYMSGrALqIE-akx2MdzIOj3Txi3drBsWEur0Q-7SP-lm_/s320/1_546033413l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429831656859169570" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3RD YEAR RETREAT..</span><span style="font-style:italic;">it's not about the night itself, but the decision I came up with during that night..</span><br /><br />10. a picture of you showing a new haircut<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSnkGQtTD7eqGKCf4GUAIYqv2YQ_fH04nmJvM-gHXLvEhBwn2Epmwz__CT0UjmXEytZtvAcMqa-yRp4DTWdM9HN-4Ac5skoW9pVPJLrIJkc3jm_ZZU-hwXqnwxirHLAZEwTo721SRwO2j/s1600-h/18975_1194647231782_1396495944_30460588_1502149_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSnkGQtTD7eqGKCf4GUAIYqv2YQ_fH04nmJvM-gHXLvEhBwn2Epmwz__CT0UjmXEytZtvAcMqa-yRp4DTWdM9HN-4Ac5skoW9pVPJLrIJkc3jm_ZZU-hwXqnwxirHLAZEwTo721SRwO2j/s320/18975_1194647231782_1396495944_30460588_1502149_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429560523976408530" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">thanks to HAENG BOCK! new year, new hair. :D</span><br /><br />11. a picture of you being truly yourself.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGuXHjA5GPfsJ44cooWcMLuH2bznSmekyNNJyg8HVWv_P9kW5epHEhyC6p4EZPCFWvo1seEIHkBJVll7YJU5p2XcmUIPXGoihGIp6c9sOBG2Rrh3ogc7RG6j2nwrvFc9ARFz0n2yU8L9X/s1600-h/1_818353179l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGuXHjA5GPfsJ44cooWcMLuH2bznSmekyNNJyg8HVWv_P9kW5epHEhyC6p4EZPCFWvo1seEIHkBJVll7YJU5p2XcmUIPXGoihGIp6c9sOBG2Rrh3ogc7RG6j2nwrvFc9ARFz0n2yU8L9X/s320/1_818353179l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430270897148798306" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">...someone who really loves to smile a lot! :D<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />12. your most recent picture.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">taken just last night. while on SAD mode. :P</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9d_9zf7yQX2J2kR7GcwdE5wRNaUk924BXP7rFGUHCUnC7R7pd6p4k6Hiqefx-0re1Wh3NHnsGgrvd5otrtHGbGgqXO6eb3tQm6vGbsLIGsbT0dbrNRiHenJz2nWDtEylc5XORGT_y8gTm/s1600-h/20953_1224945390079_1422341872_30662791_3304447_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9d_9zf7yQX2J2kR7GcwdE5wRNaUk924BXP7rFGUHCUnC7R7pd6p4k6Hiqefx-0re1Wh3NHnsGgrvd5otrtHGbGgqXO6eb3tQm6vGbsLIGsbT0dbrNRiHenJz2nWDtEylc5XORGT_y8gTm/s320/20953_1224945390079_1422341872_30662791_3304447_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430299020478506162" /></a><br /><br />13. a picture of you being absolutely ridiculous. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10th Ateneo Writers Workshop, La Storta. i miss these girls. see, we even used the blanket for props! :D</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwsqGwMdcow0l0XFeuZBG-kUH86zFiAYy1yJlyseum6jRBjgCNa3Nnw_WaOSGOJZN7fvA8a5Ap6CpJscNgv0O-27vjviP2D5ueITNILmbXWfEDO4HotXfHykZgvLn_Zcg1guSlNselZCU/s1600-h/1_373831435l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwsqGwMdcow0l0XFeuZBG-kUH86zFiAYy1yJlyseum6jRBjgCNa3Nnw_WaOSGOJZN7fvA8a5Ap6CpJscNgv0O-27vjviP2D5ueITNILmbXWfEDO4HotXfHykZgvLn_Zcg1guSlNselZCU/s320/1_373831435l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429846497070723346" /></a><br /><br />14. a picture of a time in your life that's over, but you wish it hasn't.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGU-6xradVeX2SBhxDDjxhgz1DXFXgA1RJKn0NXwG44RNMYWUBGg5JYjb4_TNqjPaVJl8zgzETOB7-ML5Q5TBJ5pu1IzrsFhAcY-JksSrMS-iRSP301MpjaiIX2vBR45o23GZgbxBEafw-/s1600-h/0_891095889l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGU-6xradVeX2SBhxDDjxhgz1DXFXgA1RJKn0NXwG44RNMYWUBGg5JYjb4_TNqjPaVJl8zgzETOB7-ML5Q5TBJ5pu1IzrsFhAcY-JksSrMS-iRSP301MpjaiIX2vBR45o23GZgbxBEafw-/s320/0_891095889l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430267470445725618" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">haaaay.. IT days! Oops, don't get me wrong. I am so happy to be in IM but I just miss the friends I made when I was still an IT student.Though we still see each other, things are not the same anymore. :( </span><br /><br />15. a picture of a time in your life that's over, and you couldn't be more thankful that it is.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nEXWQCDfoUgKD9ChoZdcrXNA1n_iHT4f4FUb8yUOBU-qr6eN2-47wbaNiBoAPKmY4nAk7atCEf7Ea425Ye8ZctPQQWynvW3k-EXzzMF3oOWAaEtnVy2PwUYlDVzhi9btvGfIYcaSI-EF/s1600-h/1_538793312l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nEXWQCDfoUgKD9ChoZdcrXNA1n_iHT4f4FUb8yUOBU-qr6eN2-47wbaNiBoAPKmY4nAk7atCEf7Ea425Ye8ZctPQQWynvW3k-EXzzMF3oOWAaEtnVy2PwUYlDVzhi9btvGfIYcaSI-EF/s320/1_538793312l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429834966896896914" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">..2ND YEAR, 1ST SEM. I just suck in Physics and volleyball..:))</span><br /><br />16. a picture with your oldest friends.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">GODDESSES_OUTSIDE_OLYMPUS</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4th year high school. 4 years ago. :)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimwYaN8ZMZjXhXQXxmEtBMsLfw5_UiIRNlDoyLseruWZC8SPQ0pAFrT0QkmG8vhSKvX-qMxa-5GdZmkiwyWeW8o_ToSXQAy2JFPQdIqOjiBkc_Ltbh3m1geWLX_TsAU-JivpkIIxgUuVs6/s1600-h/1_532905214l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimwYaN8ZMZjXhXQXxmEtBMsLfw5_UiIRNlDoyLseruWZC8SPQ0pAFrT0QkmG8vhSKvX-qMxa-5GdZmkiwyWeW8o_ToSXQAy2JFPQdIqOjiBkc_Ltbh3m1geWLX_TsAU-JivpkIIxgUuVs6/s320/1_532905214l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429826191676397762" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2008 sembreak bonding</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRh90z20UWx-ijR_-p33PnNmS64uvX_wEQgsR1jBwstHjDCxyCotaG2ronB5Mcqcb3nBdgvXWkATyAoCslvaea63gjUM9EMo1kGqqQXm1_Wemkc46ypBLmq86FdHQCEB5V3FUDfotnuStj/s1600-h/1_521093914l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRh90z20UWx-ijR_-p33PnNmS64uvX_wEQgsR1jBwstHjDCxyCotaG2ronB5Mcqcb3nBdgvXWkATyAoCslvaea63gjUM9EMo1kGqqQXm1_Wemkc46ypBLmq86FdHQCEB5V3FUDfotnuStj/s320/1_521093914l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429826086510511138" /></a><br /><br />17. a picture with your newest friends. <span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />..with OJT partner, Joyce. kung kelan kami ng-OJT, dun pa tlaga kami ng-bonding. :))</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHS-eSxqSWm9TzhGoEJ8tZJZWKUjCLfdpkr7VYpD5gCF7Dq9hyphenhyphenz3oKbJlDlx8zmooiu4WpY85LIqacP795VK5iJX9IS1NaS8vNOeLx9s41wgTKBvBmyA6s5JFT5pXgvEN67Epqopla_ll/s1600-h/19475_1183672557422_1396495944_30434470_330608_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHS-eSxqSWm9TzhGoEJ8tZJZWKUjCLfdpkr7VYpD5gCF7Dq9hyphenhyphenz3oKbJlDlx8zmooiu4WpY85LIqacP795VK5iJX9IS1NaS8vNOeLx9s41wgTKBvBmyA6s5JFT5pXgvEN67Epqopla_ll/s320/19475_1183672557422_1396495944_30434470_330608_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429832846108272642" /></a><br /><br />18. A picture of you when you were anything but happy..even if you weren't smiling and did your best to hide it.<span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />because it's already Christmas break!! thanks Heavens!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWK7gwT07pu_pYHMWvBCqy1OsohVkZCfM1PV3UUaL9kFNceX3WvmMo8Cm-9GTO98ySuPqq2ixpOIuFsiZ-NgxRLHaKNezpEQVc1Ytz1CR8P1qfHLjCGRdEEedlJ9HiN4qYLZqRCY5Vu21/s1600-h/11449_1199839562449_1422341872_30603018_5016060_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWK7gwT07pu_pYHMWvBCqy1OsohVkZCfM1PV3UUaL9kFNceX3WvmMo8Cm-9GTO98ySuPqq2ixpOIuFsiZ-NgxRLHaKNezpEQVc1Ytz1CR8P1qfHLjCGRdEEedlJ9HiN4qYLZqRCY5Vu21/s320/11449_1199839562449_1422341872_30603018_5016060_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429848959270800210" /></a><br /><br />19. A picture of you that you had no idea was being taken.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjOa8f7LRaR2HgOx2VjWto2u676uXL2qmKQ_HbLzPZ3P6HcQjRfLQub4POD84ln84OoFhmzUmaLJSIheLgHRqi7FlncmLYEofyp8_66JKYph3xY2CZZl-bsfKfBmHy1m1537aiBn-nyzL/s1600-h/13538_1287218659730_1208070577_853612_4104540_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjOa8f7LRaR2HgOx2VjWto2u676uXL2qmKQ_HbLzPZ3P6HcQjRfLQub4POD84ln84OoFhmzUmaLJSIheLgHRqi7FlncmLYEofyp8_66JKYph3xY2CZZl-bsfKfBmHy1m1537aiBn-nyzL/s320/13538_1287218659730_1208070577_853612_4104540_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429566627379659346" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">hahahaha! TWEETIE, verga mode? :))</span><br /><br />20. A picture of you when you were a different person than you are now.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOVUqOthp_I080xW45QRBG3z5NIQmSVZFjTlFUgWiLw34KeRMaWgBEAAEchK4gFxWCyEFO7hBvKRWrAYlBUESKqZMkkZakpAqBsAKoRyL37vXpFyAXWAfJh9vIy59aueOzPcpj8Gef5st/s1600-h/0_271340665l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOVUqOthp_I080xW45QRBG3z5NIQmSVZFjTlFUgWiLw34KeRMaWgBEAAEchK4gFxWCyEFO7hBvKRWrAYlBUESKqZMkkZakpAqBsAKoRyL37vXpFyAXWAfJh9vIy59aueOzPcpj8Gef5st/s320/0_271340665l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429568072387659602" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I was once blissfully innocent and naive. :P</span><br /><br />21. A picture of you in a fashion "DON'T".<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">alangan naman bathrobe lang suot ko diba? hahaha!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmBvpk97VZ4JEEZkgua_nFnbkt-pnoZbDDJptA4whcSWu7DCdSfHODov12AvGpj5PIGhFo3Vn_4apd05ouF64PyM-HSj8fTlrfHeqhYSKY4KndQMMQ9D3gc2MddEesv3bSPlg-r1zrryv/s1600-h/1_548811599l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmBvpk97VZ4JEEZkgua_nFnbkt-pnoZbDDJptA4whcSWu7DCdSfHODov12AvGpj5PIGhFo3Vn_4apd05ouF64PyM-HSj8fTlrfHeqhYSKY4KndQMMQ9D3gc2MddEesv3bSPlg-r1zrryv/s320/1_548811599l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430294494063891298" /></a><br />22. A picture of yourself that you hate.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Harana's playground toys can make you scream and dizzy...and UGLY!! hahahaha!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MhkcCQxmxDPlxYkodMTT0eivG2Yl7cnZzCrNsEcrDan_X5T9McE5bupRyBfs8EQvCj8rXeI-tWMTOl73m5ZYg6BEsXIp2L9X86zSvOQBHuAUhFdbQ7bDEaujpIDVJn_plw_295bwidjE/s1600-h/7628_135746117681_516582681_2478418_5292842_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MhkcCQxmxDPlxYkodMTT0eivG2Yl7cnZzCrNsEcrDan_X5T9McE5bupRyBfs8EQvCj8rXeI-tWMTOl73m5ZYg6BEsXIp2L9X86zSvOQBHuAUhFdbQ7bDEaujpIDVJn_plw_295bwidjE/s320/7628_135746117681_516582681_2478418_5292842_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429845943955493858" /></a><br /><br />23. A picture of someone you love.<span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />a picture of SOMETWO i love? nyahaha! :))</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2V-H0Lm4Tcf5kt8ji9LJgyAbkB2H4UaXAzq9rRx4ZmJNUtRsLnHfGa9JzYNxt7DKEBnfR8oMvyxwh8zLgQbVGNIJq3NmecUqgnd0tVhCNFk4evr90Ig53TQEb8gykos_5Zhe3c-yi1t0W/s1600-h/1_339318641l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2V-H0Lm4Tcf5kt8ji9LJgyAbkB2H4UaXAzq9rRx4ZmJNUtRsLnHfGa9JzYNxt7DKEBnfR8oMvyxwh8zLgQbVGNIJq3NmecUqgnd0tVhCNFk4evr90Ig53TQEb8gykos_5Zhe3c-yi1t0W/s320/1_339318641l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430298162128930514" /></a><br /><br />24. A picture of how'd you like the world to see you.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rCR4UaLouL0SPQkg5gDAyvxduy1wtaU178Burp8C4YwzpZ9PmisS-mz1CUIdm7C5sHIZV-GEdCIAA_x81OSf3QVdkatDHxWV-KpBoU8sPXbpdxUeadBHO4omVA2oWpW2EHz_PvP55n6d/s1600-h/1_405429395l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rCR4UaLouL0SPQkg5gDAyvxduy1wtaU178Burp8C4YwzpZ9PmisS-mz1CUIdm7C5sHIZV-GEdCIAA_x81OSf3QVdkatDHxWV-KpBoU8sPXbpdxUeadBHO4omVA2oWpW2EHz_PvP55n6d/s320/1_405429395l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429571258357206258" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">CLEAR AND FOCUSED</span><br /><br />25. A picture that describes how you'd like to spend everyday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5AT7bZ96EZ4jcFy_c7M3vNXKPfmAgCxfsEAuZZS9cJV2-GvZNNSch_eDK5Zh6gDclH8JsjtXjS6KTaEZ0UN0HCGoTagFY2KDmCvYu5Q4_oJ6QPwN5tGgOtEU3fMpnZA7yu_ZIyBpzNZN5/s1600-h/1_198475472l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5AT7bZ96EZ4jcFy_c7M3vNXKPfmAgCxfsEAuZZS9cJV2-GvZNNSch_eDK5Zh6gDclH8JsjtXjS6KTaEZ0UN0HCGoTagFY2KDmCvYu5Q4_oJ6QPwN5tGgOtEU3fMpnZA7yu_ZIyBpzNZN5/s320/1_198475472l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429576450514971794" /></a><br /> <span style="font-weight:bold;"> carefree...</span><br /><br />26. A picture of a time when everything is changing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYUtbpQpHQ3RbQTvZS877pyMRn-hM_J1biVIyAukXoiNeaKoJ9emUsUqX2ycZQQmwdV8QpQEOfBZ7ZLjnu8nxibgMMbIEtY5R50kR5KcNXsFj0T2deB5rCKFphgTjcDmy4mE6QFY07qKB/s1600-h/1_156063023l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYUtbpQpHQ3RbQTvZS877pyMRn-hM_J1biVIyAukXoiNeaKoJ9emUsUqX2ycZQQmwdV8QpQEOfBZ7ZLjnu8nxibgMMbIEtY5R50kR5KcNXsFj0T2deB5rCKFphgTjcDmy4mE6QFY07qKB/s320/1_156063023l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429583339217514466" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />...because I was falling in love...</span><br /><br />27. A picture of you looking drunk.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">drunk of coffee. sheeeesh. :P</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmDxtognVrHlbJ8_f3EKZhDYYL3KqkiSyMJRMfeR27-ZRd-dmbKLPsLfTjkHvBxFHWdVTqd9aO0Ck_7HxEp3mCuCp1vQEp0_SaSYO_htjPLf7orzS3RYliO64iXE_GNDWT_SodpsG7y7S/s1600-h/1_908006036l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmDxtognVrHlbJ8_f3EKZhDYYL3KqkiSyMJRMfeR27-ZRd-dmbKLPsLfTjkHvBxFHWdVTqd9aO0Ck_7HxEp3mCuCp1vQEp0_SaSYO_htjPLf7orzS3RYliO64iXE_GNDWT_SodpsG7y7S/s320/1_908006036l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430298525361804418" /></a><br />28. A picture that makes your heart hurt.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP4FVfbu2Ms4oqvoZZpEWTM8It4XHMo5VqGzfdhyA-KhOmJAHxT4OpH1Goz8YZ3N6Fm_rh6GwS8HbUiNaWBmR4UZi9yRz2wr6n-793enZ_YK3_u4pKx8DJszT7uSgys5DtZYXZH-ZMLXNQ/s1600-h/1_957050396l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP4FVfbu2Ms4oqvoZZpEWTM8It4XHMo5VqGzfdhyA-KhOmJAHxT4OpH1Goz8YZ3N6Fm_rh6GwS8HbUiNaWBmR4UZi9yRz2wr6n-793enZ_YK3_u4pKx8DJszT7uSgys5DtZYXZH-ZMLXNQ/s320/1_957050396l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430283755480866850" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">WIRES on BREADBOARD. huhuhu. natapos nlang ang sem, wala pa rin ako masyadong natutunan sa Computer Architecture. :'c</span><br /><br />29. A picture that makes your heart smile.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkKoDuutki08-exvqiG8mzpCSvdSR08mc2e4q6ylpvha6jxCKNkI8wa1-LE5E2YPTJmSAkdk4Tjv9nQI82byiwY0zn265Wot3j-ivUjsfgWD2KMe5LX9i3ku7FwKmBo4-Yvof2dACtQQRo/s1600-h/1_423016466l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkKoDuutki08-exvqiG8mzpCSvdSR08mc2e4q6ylpvha6jxCKNkI8wa1-LE5E2YPTJmSAkdk4Tjv9nQI82byiwY0zn265Wot3j-ivUjsfgWD2KMe5LX9i3ku7FwKmBo4-Yvof2dACtQQRo/s320/1_423016466l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430275375702402754" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"> yeah! gilift ko sa Interpretative Dance!! I miss you, Summer 2009. :D</span><br /><br />30. A picture of one of the best times of your life.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">haaaay. need i say more? </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTN2ipdKYZGklXdmz5SE-UwtAzqZD65mORN7xLltF7dmx2jnWr3YxyLDh0BDBAPZNrTKj1XkxXitsRVBrzVp5X0QlKb_qy5bA_Wl0V6ZZukXsDJPkQiwA1IxSm7P19Dm9dZI-1c7tzUp8U/s1600-h/private_1_1aa6b4a96d70cbdb710d95edb9500952ebe8a0c7e0159efbfb41a9a70015860cl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTN2ipdKYZGklXdmz5SE-UwtAzqZD65mORN7xLltF7dmx2jnWr3YxyLDh0BDBAPZNrTKj1XkxXitsRVBrzVp5X0QlKb_qy5bA_Wl0V6ZZukXsDJPkQiwA1IxSm7P19Dm9dZI-1c7tzUp8U/s320/private_1_1aa6b4a96d70cbdb710d95edb9500952ebe8a0c7e0159efbfb41a9a70015860cl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430299343321962786" /></a>MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-40306606563734206232009-12-29T21:46:00.000-08:002009-12-31T05:11:14.066-08:00BIDDING 2009 GOODBYE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZjIwtxWVcq0gWeCVFifEzaRevpUOGaOD_ayiTNkyK9zh6C11gpetMz58xgKuG_kcm4AvTwAuDnQshbYdcJELprFlQzIvxDS6pRSM2VvhbHwBgw3D_WO7LFs3a8_ncEzu6GVG11MxhDXd/s1600-h/2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZjIwtxWVcq0gWeCVFifEzaRevpUOGaOD_ayiTNkyK9zh6C11gpetMz58xgKuG_kcm4AvTwAuDnQshbYdcJELprFlQzIvxDS6pRSM2VvhbHwBgw3D_WO7LFs3a8_ncEzu6GVG11MxhDXd/s320/2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421386433775785874" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Year of the Earth Ox</span><br /><br />Definitely a very remarkable year for me. I've been through a lot and the lessons I gained nevertheless transformed me into a much better (and more workaholic)person. It had been a constant struggle of setting and putting my priorities in order, achieving my dreams, getting what I really want, letting go of the past, learning from pain and getting up with my two feet once again. My tears and laughter were manifestations that I've felt almost every possible human emotion which makes me say "It's one of my best years ever!!" :)<br /><br />Here are some of the things I owe to 2009. :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />1. I realized I actually look good with a short hair. ;p<br /><br />2. I was able to focus on my major subjects! SAD and OJT, I still have you to inspire me to do well in school. ;)<br /><br />3. I got to travel to Lucena! All expense paid by ATENEWS! :))<br /><br />4. I made a lot of great friends this year!! ( from CEGP, ATENEWS, CS Division, AdDU and a whole lot more!)<br /><br />5. Ehem, I became EIC for ATENEWS! XD But then again, as the popular line from the movie Spiderman goes, "WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITIES..."<br /><br />6. It opened my eyes to the real status quo of the society. And with this knowledge, I MADE MY STAND! :D<br /><br />7. It taught me so much about getting my life back and building it all over again.<br /><br />8. It made me realize that LIFE GOES ON. The world waits for no one.. we all have to go with the changes.<br /><br />9. I MOVED ON.<br /><br />10. I AM EVERYDAY A BETTER PERSON BECAUSE OF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED THIS YEAR! </span><br /><br />Ciao, 2009!! Hope 2010 will only get better!!! THANK YOU LORD FOR THIS YEAR! :)MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-85399060440575565642009-12-26T04:52:00.000-08:002009-12-26T06:05:12.111-08:00CHRISTMAS insight. :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeN5iVZKZ1nddl7nLGElZKL0rGOWfFAgBWofhxYx7wgAWaJ361K8arv_KsPDrSZPumhqOrOudVuEQpue2rRIomeqZ9ySIZshOg-BA73k3FvsAFWn4nWNNiTrFO35Lp4k2Ehu0ocDv4P8qi/s1600-h/merry_christmas_by_mikakoO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeN5iVZKZ1nddl7nLGElZKL0rGOWfFAgBWofhxYx7wgAWaJ361K8arv_KsPDrSZPumhqOrOudVuEQpue2rRIomeqZ9ySIZshOg-BA73k3FvsAFWn4nWNNiTrFO35Lp4k2Ehu0ocDv4P8qi/s320/merry_christmas_by_mikakoO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419545569431958770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />It has been my 19th Christmas for the record.<br /><br />As always, it's my favorite holiday. I actually revealed this in my column for the Nov-Dec 2009 ATENEWS issue but since it's gonna be released come January, I'll reveal it again here. :)) I love Christmas not only because it gives me a break from my draining, disheartening school life but also because I could feel that for once, people try to be happy and make other people happy, too. Gift-giving, decorating, partying--those can attest to what I just said.<br /><br />On second thought, it must be everybody's favorite holiday. Although it can't be denied that it entails spending lots of money (whew, some even say they spend their 13th month pay to the last cent just for Christmas!) , it is definitely worth it. After all, it's for the family and friends whose presence really matter.<br /><br />However, with recession and all sort of calamities the country encountered this year, I can't help but wonder how people still flock to the mall when we've been through a lot. Seems like the recession don't hit us that much.<br /><br />It's a good thing actually, considering that we are still able to buy nice stuff for Christmas. Only that we should be practical enough to spend on things that would really make our celebration more essential, and scrap the unnecessary. :)<br /><br />Oh well, Christmas still shines even brighter because we realize it's for Christ. :)MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618711231846435580.post-14482437460142309302009-10-25T05:37:00.000-07:002011-02-02T21:59:34.235-08:00JUMPING INTO THE BANDWAGONLately, the number of friends I have who keep a personal blog increases over time. It's like a trend and everyone rushes to keep up with it. Some of them do it just for pure fun and for self-expression. Others do so because they earn from it.<br />
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I used to give a cold shoulder about it, saying I don't really have ample time to maintain a blog. Even now, I'm almost sure that I can't really update this site whenever I want to. Actually, I maintained a blog in my Friendster account, but since FS has been long way forgotten, no one really gets to read that and I personally don't like it now. So what made me decide to create this?<br />
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Well, aside from the constant prodding from my friends, saying that I do well with this (ehem..hahaha), I realized that there's too much inside my head right now. And it creeps up inside that sometimes, I find it hard to sleep at night. So I decided to put into words what I think, what I feel, what I believe...<br />
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But for now, I'll just keep this first entry this simple. I still have my mind focused on a lot of things. Ciao! good night, world...MARIS RAMOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15528263535412568917noreply@blogger.com0