<?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-8850972623023122412</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:52:04.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"aDkYz@h"</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm iN LavA...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-6664391947399655456</id><published>2009-08-16T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:46:33.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining myself as a Person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a saying that you cannot serve two masters at the same time. Well, this does not have to be the absolute truth. So, how can you get the best of both worlds? In relation, complying on both academics and extracurricular activities at the same time is a tough thing to do but somehow challenging and an important thing to comply with. At first, I meet the terms of extracurricular activities for the only reason that it associates improved grade point average and to strive for higher educational aspirations. But as I go with it, I found another reason why to do so, and that is, in anyways, it helps me to improve many things like time management, vision, physical stamina, social life and control.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One significant experience I can share is being a member of our school’s dance troupe called Saliw. I remember what our club adviser used to say, “No guts, No glory!” Yes, she’s right! To dance with the feet is one but to dance with the heart is another. We move not to empress but to express. We have joined many dancing competitions such as Street dance, Folk dance and Sports dance. In every competition we bring home the bacon, bacon of pride and of new experience we had. I dance because I believe that it gives me up to the rhythms of all life and dance is an art that imprints on the soul, it is with me every moment, and it expresses itself in everything I do. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Another experience was when I joined on pageants to represent my alma mater. I participated on Lakan at Lakambini ng Kalikasan in Dumaguete during The Youth for the Environment Summer Camp (National Level) and I got 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; runner up and Best in Talent. Next, I joined Ginoo at Binibining Agham and I got the Best in Talent, Best in Indigenous Costume and the title in the Division level held at General Trias, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and got 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; runner up in the Regional Level held at Sinoloan Laguna. In each time I hit the stage, trying to get the crowd, I think of those people who believe and trust me that I can win this. Joining in such pageants, I thought of a principle, that is, “We have bigger battles to face than beauty pageants. But the only way that we can tackle these problems is by uniting against them, not judging each other on a platform”.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Joining Camps also counts. I used to go camping as part of my extracurricular activities. I had joined Youth for the Environment Summer Camp in Dumaguete and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Baguio&lt;/st1:City&gt;, Regional Science Camp in Bacoor, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:City&gt; and Sinoloan, Laguna, Survival Camp in Silang, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and a lot more. While camping I learned new skills and responsibilities that either doesn’t exist in the city and at our home. Camping is also a great way to see the country and the world. It is also a very good way to meet new people. Finally, camping promotes sportsmanship, independence and camaraderie among us youth.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;And these are significant experiences I had and accomplishments I have realized, that have helped to define myself as a person.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-6664391947399655456?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/6664391947399655456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=6664391947399655456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/6664391947399655456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/6664391947399655456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/08/defining-myself-as-person.html' title='Defining myself as a Person...'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-2635950825633787911</id><published>2009-08-05T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:26:41.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tayong Dalawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;“Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 1.75in; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;-Alicia Keys&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When I initial read the question, this soap opera of the Kapamilya tv program came in my mind, known as “Tayong Dalawa”. It shows a battle of wealth, happiness, and sorrow that engraved into the lives of the main characters of the story. The show begins by recounting the parallel stories of Marlene and Ingrid. Though they come from different strata of the social ladder, the two women have one thing in common -- they both loved David Garcia. But because of Marlene's profession as a prostitute, David chooses to marry Ingrid and cuts all ties with Marlene. Both Ingrid and Marlene get pregnant, and both give their son the same name: David Garcia, Jr. Marlene calls her son JR, while Ingrid calls hers Dave.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The parallelism of the lives of Marlene and Ingrid continues in the lives of their sons, who meet and become best friends without knowing about their intertwined lives. Both men go to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipilipinas.org/index.php?title=Philippine_Military_Academy" title="Philippine Military Academy"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Philippine Military Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Baguio&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to train as cadets. However, like their mothers, they also fall in love with the same person, Audrey King. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The plot thickens when the characters discovery that JR is the son of Dave's father. Ingrid is appalled by this revelation primarily because she has been against her son's friendship with JR from the very beginning. With this, she begins to revert to the suicidal tendencies she developed in her childhood. Despite his wife's response, Garcia Sr. promises to provided for JR and his family to make up for the years he wasn't there for them. To make things worse, David Garcia Sr. is killed and the two families he left behind had to sort things out for themselves. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Many things Ingrid and Marlene come in parallel. Especially when they struggle for the love of one man, there set foot the battle of two mothers who desire to give the best for their family. They showed the viewers why do&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;some people derive pleasure from the misfortunes of those who are exceedingly blessed than they are. Their happiness comes from the misery of the other. Whenever one is in depth of her problems, the other sees it as a blessing. Also, most of the time, they were the one who gives problem to that of the other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;These two characters of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Tayong Dalawa” only reflect the lives of many people today who wants to be ahead on someone more blessed than they are. As a resolution, we should not view the misfortunes of others who we think are more blessed than us because this will not be a basis of our true happiness. Instead, be happy for them and view it us an opportunity or an inspiration for us to be like them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-2635950825633787911?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/2635950825633787911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=2635950825633787911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/2635950825633787911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/2635950825633787911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/08/tayong-dalawa.html' title='Tayong Dalawa'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-2568127555775650222</id><published>2009-08-05T05:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:26:06.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert or Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In situations wherein a person has all the authority, disaster arrives when he uses it for cruelty. That would be the simplest explanation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;For some people, they think in this approach: if you have money or the power, you have everything. People who have the power are the ones who we often call the “blessed” ones. But sometimes, they exceed their limitations, thus, using their power to get and have more, knowing that they are already hurting others or even their selves. That’s the point where the disaster comes in, or we may also call the “bad karma”! Yes, they have the power, but without them knowing, their power deteriorates slowly and slowly until there is nothing left for them. Only in that time they would realize what they did and so the regrets would keep haunting their minds. But sadly, it’s too late.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The prospect lies in our hands. You are free to do good things and you are also open to do bad things. But at the end, there would be only one choice for us. It’s either dessert or disaster.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-2568127555775650222?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/2568127555775650222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=2568127555775650222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/2568127555775650222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/2568127555775650222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/08/dessert-or-disaster.html' title='Dessert or Disaster'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-527798913820525799</id><published>2009-08-05T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:25:34.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can This be Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;“Love is patient, &lt;a href="http://www.christiananswers.net/dictionary/love.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” -&lt;a href="http://www.christiananswers.net/bible/1cor13.html#4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;I Corinthians 13:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Love, love, love. For me, love is what we all need. There should be the four key aspects of love. First of all is kindness. By being sensitive to other peoples' problems and needs, we make life better for everyone involved. What you may feel are seemingly insignificant acts of respect or kindness may mean a great deal to someone else. I remember the time when I helped an old man ride a bus. At first look, he does look pitiful. That’s why that’s just how I want to help him. With just simple ways, I know that this will mean a lot to him, and will mean a lot to me. After helping him, I felt just feel so happy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Next is compassion. People who are hurting need compassion and help to make it through life. They tend to look to those closest to them or who have authority over them for support and encouragement. Show others that you genuinely understand and respect their needs and concerns by listening well and making a concerted effort to see issues from their point of view. Also, be genuinely transparent to others. Share what’s on your mind and let people see your genuineness by telling them your story including the high and low points. You should also encourage them to talk about their interests, dreams and hopes for the future. Be sensitive and allow people to vent their frustrations. Look for ways to help ease their pain and overcome hurts. Then, always treat people fairly and with respect and dignity. Your behavior sets the expectation others will have of you, so follow through on any good intentions. Most of all, being compassionate can make you feel better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Another is joy. We can say that love is true when there is happiness. Happiness is just the thing why people become more stable or stronger. This bond makes you communicate well making love more complex. There will be no love if a couple or a group has many misunderstandings or even no happiness within themselves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Lastly, love is true when there is freedom. It can be defined as the capacity to determine your own choices. Lovers should give oneself or the other the freedom they need to fulfill their lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As implied by the Corinthians, love is everything. Love is true indeed, when everything works, so magical and mysterious, a factor which we all need, a true love that will bind us all to God’s hands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-527798913820525799?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/527798913820525799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=527798913820525799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/527798913820525799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/527798913820525799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-this-be-love.html' title='Can This be Love'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-7596239620842401182</id><published>2009-03-19T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:44:30.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chala and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI95JiVJWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eJ93WcACDNc/s1600-h/js+chala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI95JiVJWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eJ93WcACDNc/s400/js+chala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314878562272355682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Chala!!! This was also gotten before the prossession... Another sign of vanity..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-7596239620842401182?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/7596239620842401182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=7596239620842401182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/7596239620842401182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/7596239620842401182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/03/chala-and-i.html' title='Chala and I'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI95JiVJWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eJ93WcACDNc/s72-c/js+chala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-5092371815037087806</id><published>2009-03-19T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:42:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karen and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI9fZGLCoI/AAAAAAAAACs/sCiuMNtvoJc/s1600-h/js+karen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI9fZGLCoI/AAAAAAAAACs/sCiuMNtvoJc/s400/js+karen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314878119772621442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we have Karen Vie San Juan. Another proof of vanity!!! Wooohhhooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-5092371815037087806?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/5092371815037087806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=5092371815037087806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/5092371815037087806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/5092371815037087806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/03/karen-and-i.html' title='Karen and I'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI9fZGLCoI/AAAAAAAAACs/sCiuMNtvoJc/s72-c/js+karen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-1369394784570562033</id><published>2009-03-19T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:41:07.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenna invaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI8-oMCaBI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q9SNzmZzaW4/s1600-h/js+jen+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI8-oMCaBI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q9SNzmZzaW4/s400/js+jen+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314877556888070162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the Picture, you can see Rohnnel Vinn Papa on the left, Jenna Cuapiaco in the middle and me on the right side. Hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-1369394784570562033?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/1369394784570562033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=1369394784570562033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/1369394784570562033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/1369394784570562033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/03/jenna-invaded.html' title='Jenna invaded'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI8-oMCaBI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q9SNzmZzaW4/s72-c/js+jen+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-7106371977788548045</id><published>2009-03-19T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:37:50.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Kathreen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI8RPqpZqI/AAAAAAAAACU/2DCx9MYSnLY/s1600-h/js+katreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI8RPqpZqI/AAAAAAAAACU/2DCx9MYSnLY/s400/js+katreen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314876777211455138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kathreen of III-H... Do we look great.. Hehehe... A pic gotten before the prossession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-7106371977788548045?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/7106371977788548045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=7106371977788548045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/7106371977788548045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/7106371977788548045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-kathreen.html' title='Me and Kathreen'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI8RPqpZqI/AAAAAAAAACU/2DCx9MYSnLY/s72-c/js+katreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-4847383321586352021</id><published>2009-03-19T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:35:38.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me with Jenna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI7xO8ANII/AAAAAAAAACM/Z_vgPFrzjLw/s1600-h/js+jena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI7xO8ANII/AAAAAAAAACM/Z_vgPFrzjLw/s400/js+jena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314876227260003458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha!!! Me and Jenna,,,, taken before the prossession!!! It seems that I've just got up from a sound sleep... Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-4847383321586352021?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/4847383321586352021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=4847383321586352021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4847383321586352021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4847383321586352021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-with-jenna.html' title='Me with Jenna'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI7xO8ANII/AAAAAAAAACM/Z_vgPFrzjLw/s72-c/js+jena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-4313238268926989127</id><published>2009-03-19T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:33:16.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheila,,,, the stunner of the night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI7D3hrwDI/AAAAAAAAACE/bFncgUQtSbM/s1600-h/js+shiela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI7D3hrwDI/AAAAAAAAACE/bFncgUQtSbM/s400/js+shiela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314875447881482290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH Shiela!!!! You've changed!!!! hehehe,, I'm so glad that Shiela become a woman even for one night.. Hehehe.. Look at her, she's trying to scratch her back after a dance with someone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-4313238268926989127?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/4313238268926989127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=4313238268926989127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4313238268926989127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4313238268926989127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/03/sheila-stunner-of-night.html' title='Sheila,,,, the stunner of the night...'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI7D3hrwDI/AAAAAAAAACE/bFncgUQtSbM/s72-c/js+shiela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-1899781108925903844</id><published>2009-03-19T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:30:38.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JS Promenade!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI6PkaahII/AAAAAAAAAB8/mpHjssEd0p0/s1600-h/js+viel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI6PkaahII/AAAAAAAAAB8/mpHjssEd0p0/s400/js+viel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314874549397521538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAhahahaha..... Our vain pics!!!! Ria Marcelle Vivo on the left, Viellka Villadolid next to her, Kathleen Mae Prado next to Viellka and me.... on the right,, hehehe.... This picture was taken before the start of the prossession...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-1899781108925903844?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/1899781108925903844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=1899781108925903844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/1899781108925903844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/1899781108925903844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/03/js-promenade.html' title='JS Promenade!!!'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/ScI6PkaahII/AAAAAAAAAB8/mpHjssEd0p0/s72-c/js+viel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-3666329666501982447</id><published>2009-02-13T05:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:21:07.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It started with a Chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hi pow! Hw r u?” That are the exact words she said when she gave me a private message on Yahoo Messeger.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Hmmm… Okie nmn pow q, kw? Haha…” I replied. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Haaaayyy…. I’m so touched. I don’t know what to do! Since I was a freshmen, she had been my crush. Well, actually, she’s every boy’s crush. So what do you expect? I nearly break the keyboard after seeing those phrases she wrote. I was so tensed. Haaaayyy… I am so hoping that this chatting thing or whatever would never end. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;That was Thursday night. The last thing I remembered was that it ended about 10:30 in the evening. We had lots of fun chatting with each other. Our chat session is almost composed of non-sense things. She also told me that they have a baliw club and korni club and she’s inviting me to be the vice president. Haha… How silly! Just simple things like that, we had lots of fun every time we talk personally or chat via internet may be. And so there it started the new couple of 2009!!! Haha… How I wish that would be true.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The next day, she smiled at me. Haha… I think I am the luckiest person on earth that day. The next day, we chat again. I asked her if I can court her, she remained speechless, and that means yes!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Now, we enjoy the company of each other. Every afternoon, I’m going with her and bringing her home. We always have fun talking about our personal lives. Now, I can say that we are on the stage of courting and I’m happy to be with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-3666329666501982447?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/3666329666501982447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=3666329666501982447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/3666329666501982447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/3666329666501982447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-started-with-chat.html' title='It started with a Chat'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-4360350667118031801</id><published>2009-02-13T05:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:20:43.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Schedule, A Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my God! We don’t know what to do. There was a new schedule given to all third year class for an unknown reason. Well, actually we like to have a new schedule except for one thing, the fact that our Chemistry time would be before lunch.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“What!!!” All of us shouted as loud as we could as if it is the end of the world. Mrs. Equilium Bisa is known for her intelligence, punctuality and being industrious. That is what we hate about her. No offense! For sure, every student doesn’t like his or her lunch time to be occupied by any subject especially those subject which are nosebleed or not on our vocabulary. We know that the vacant period from 11:30 to 12:30 would be a time of eating, eating where we can get the energy we need to stay alert for the next subjects and chatting with are friends and classmates for more bonding. Haha…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“ Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” that’s what the lhandies had said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Hala! Lalo ako nitong se-sexy ehhh…” that’s what Sheila said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Haha! We would be the last students eating at the canteen!” that’s what I had said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Full of negative thoughts it may be but after some day, I realized that Ma’am Bisa does that for for a lot of things, not only to be true to herself, to her occupation, not only to bond with us more, but most of all, to prepare us for our college life, for our tomorrow, for our future.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We love you Ma’am Bisa! I want to tell her that. We like you very much because you’re not just a teacher to us who gives us lecture, quizzes, or anything, but a mother who cares for us students.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-4360350667118031801?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/4360350667118031801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=4360350667118031801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4360350667118031801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4360350667118031801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-schedule-disaster.html' title='A New Schedule, A Disaster'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-5656911043625269747</id><published>2009-02-13T05:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:20:13.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go 3-Lithium!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes! Ma’am Del Rosario announced to our class that we will be transferred to another section because there will be a Regional achievement test given to the third year students. Since those who will get the test would be composed of those students whose top of there class, of course, I’m not one of them, then we were asked to choose our section.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Since before, the Fluorine students had been close to me, so go for it. I grabbed the opportunity to be on their section again since even before, they treat me as their classmate. They even call me classmate. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Our newly found section was named III-Lithium for an unknown reason. Hehe… My first stay on their class was not that good. I’m not yet convenient with my new classmates and our first subject was Social Studies. Believe it or not, I was the first student who stood up for 0 recitation. Huhu.. Oh yah! I’m a nitrogen student but look at me, I’m the first one to stand for not answering a single question. Hehe..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After some subjects, we had lots of fun with our new classmates. Us students from Nitrogen class who go to Fluorine said that 3-Litium rocks. We were not wrong on choosing the section of Fluorine.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Every break, most of us eat together at the canteen. Every time we go upstairs or anywhere to pursue our next subject, we always fall in line, laughing, chatting, just like kids, and all those non-sense things are those that keep our bond tighter.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Haaayy,,, how sad! We only have four days to make the magic last. After that four days, I knew each everyone of them. I knew their likes, dislikes, their view of happiness, their weaknesses. Thanks for everything guys! Thanks for accepting us on your section though were not really part of it. Thank you for every moment you showed that you are happy with us nitrogen and thank you for proving that even nitrogen students can fit in with the other students.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I’ll miss you guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-5656911043625269747?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/5656911043625269747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=5656911043625269747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/5656911043625269747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/5656911043625269747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-3-lithium.html' title='Go 3-Lithium!!!'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-4507367359607747079</id><published>2009-02-13T05:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:19:41.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s New year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;It was the day before New Year, December 31, 2008, to be exact. Even if it wasn’t midnight yet, we could already feel it coming. We ate our early media noche before evening. And even though it still isn’t midnight yet, we just can’t stop eating all those good foods. It felt good to eat so well sometimes. But during that time, I felt bad for those hardworking people who cannot afford a decent media noche.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The noise was somehow unbearable in the morning and it went from terrible to worse by the time it was afternoon. Fireworks could be heard both nearly and from afar. The sky lit up with every burst of the fireworks lit by enthusiastic individuals.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We waited patiently for midnight to come. How slow the time went! It would seem as if time had stopped. It was an agonizing and excruciating, figuratively, wait. Time passed by. At last, it’s already just minutes before midnight.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Maybe this would be the unhappiest new year I had. Why? Because most of our relatives are now abroad who used to celebrate the new year with us. But it’s okay for me, I’m sure that though we are in different nations, we both celebrate a happy new year. Hehe…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We prepared ourselves in welcoming 2009. We lit fountains and other kinds of fireworks. We ate a lot! Especially the lechon baboy! Hhhuuu!!! I could hardly breathe. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Haaayyy… “What could be my newyear’s resolution?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“What could be the changes in me?” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“What could happen this year 2009?” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm… I wandered lonely as a cloud. Hehe…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-4507367359607747079?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/4507367359607747079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=4507367359607747079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4507367359607747079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4507367359607747079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-new-year.html' title='It’s New year'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-6233830661236699149</id><published>2009-02-13T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:19:13.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2008 Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before our family went to Batangas, I’m here at school celebrating a merry Christmas with my beloved classmates and friends. We had a Christmas party at our school and we had lots of fun. At the morning, we had the school level party which was held by the Supreme Student Government. There are a lot of games for the whole students of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;National&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Science&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;High  School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; and a lot of fun made by each of one of us at the Gymnasium of our &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;alma&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; matter.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At the afternoon, we had the year level Christmas party. We had it at the front of the Type A Maliksi Building. We had more games like Picture this, Bring Me, and Hep hep Huray. Haha… I mean it, I was amazed at Noel Madlangbayan’s actions when he was acting like Pokwang. Haha… We had our intermission numbers and the boys of III-Nitrogen danced Marian Rivera’s So Sexy. I also played the role of Armando from the television series “I Love Betty La Fea” while Chala was convinced to play the role of Betty and Froiland as Nicholas, a friend of Betty. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After having the year level program, we went to our classroom to eat and to have fun with our very own classmates. We had singing, dancing, playing and a lot more. We also ate a lot!!! Haha… That was the best part.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At the afternoon, we had our flag retreat ceremony and had picture taking. Haaayy!!! I love my section.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After some days, we went to Batangas to celebrate Jesus’ birth together with our relatives and family friends.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We always spend our Christmas in there, I can feel the serenity and the calmness of the nature whenever I stay there. It’s not just a simple place. It’s a house alongside a mountain and in front of the sea. So if you are a nature-lover, you would really enjoy staying there. Though there’s no electrical power, you won’t feel sweaty, because the wind keeps on blowing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;On the day of Christmas, the first thing we did was to go to the church. We don’t actually miss any mass during Christmas days. We went straight to our house for the most awaited part, the sharing of gifts. I received money and gifts from my beloved relatives, and together, we opened the gifts. Right after the gift-giving, we ate all together. There are no exact words to express our positive feelings. Haha….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After three consecutive days of no electricity, hehe, we went back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and lived happily ever after. Haha…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-6233830661236699149?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/6233830661236699149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=6233830661236699149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/6233830661236699149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/6233830661236699149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-2008-christmas.html' title='My 2008 Christmas'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-6267700387321290229</id><published>2009-02-13T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:18:31.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being One of the Campus Idols</title><content type='html'>Oh no! My heart beats at an exaggerating pace, because in few more minutes, I’ll be there onstage. I kept on smiling to hide the nervousness, but I just can’t conceal. It’s really hard. The fact that I’m a contestant of Campus Idol makes me crazy, because this is actually my first time to join a singing contest. I just wanted to grab the remote control and hit pause. There’s no escape from this, I have to face this bravely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that afternoon was the only time I decided what to do and what to sing. Haaayy… I’m so nervous! I’ll be competing with the fairest singers of Cavite National Science High School. What will I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, I went outside with Darleen, also a contestant, to buy a blank CD. After that, we went separately on each house and got the things we needed for the competition. Then we went to Jenny’s house at San Miguel to prepare for the said event. I’m treating Jenny as my manager because she’s always been there for me. Haha.. Thanks for that! We practiced singing, gestures and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I’ll taste every moment….” I sang on. I could almost feel the emotions embedded in the song. It felt good to be relieved from the burden of painfully waiting for my moment to finish. After the singing thing, the judges now gave their comments. What! So negative! I feel so down that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Practice more on vocals!”&lt;br /&gt; “You should rehearse more!”&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t eat your words!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Those are just some of the negative comments they had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we were on the last part, the moment of truth. I was immobilized when they called my name! My legs went numb, thinking that I would fall. The feeling was unexplainable. Yehey, I made it into the finals! I won’t be able to do this without the full support of my classmates and my friends. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This memoir will never be part of my time-faded memories. The truth is if you search deep enough into my treasure chest, you would find this moment labeled “Time of my Life.” Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What could I sing for the finals?” Hmmm…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-6267700387321290229?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/6267700387321290229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=6267700387321290229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/6267700387321290229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/6267700387321290229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-one-of-campus-idols.html' title='Being One of the Campus Idols'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-5707967364769337778</id><published>2009-02-13T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:17:50.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    Finally, my day has come! I’ve waited for this for a year. I can’t believe it, I’m a year older. I’m getting older and older year by year. But I don’t care. As of now, I’m gonna enjoy this moment.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When I woke up, I did not realize that it was already my birthday, until my parents greeted me “HAPPY BIRTHDAY.” Suddenly, I felt an intense feeling of excitement. Right after waking up, I thanked God for giving me the chance to live on this world, and I hoped for more birthdays to come. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Students started to greet me a happy birthday, and that made me happy because they remembered my birthday. Hehehe. Our class sang the happy birthday song for me, and I was really grateful.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I feel sorry for my friends and classmates because I was not able to treat them. Haha…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Sorry guys! Promise, next year!”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In our house, my parents cooked pancit. All of us ate lots of it. I couldn’t ask for more. PEPSI. xD. Haha!!!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Though we are not complete because my sister is at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, I’m happy because we stay close and we can face any problem obstructing our way.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-5707967364769337778?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/5707967364769337778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=5707967364769337778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/5707967364769337778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/5707967364769337778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Happy birthday to me'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-8583726466983115307</id><published>2009-01-24T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:43:37.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staplers are used to organize things. They are used to modify things up. So that is where i got this idea to pursue an unfinished business with regards to this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;Automatic staplers help automate the stapling process. Because this stapler is made with a sensor, then stapling can be done in seconds. Even through large stacks of paper, this stapler will be functional for the industry and our economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers, office workers and students find it hard to staple about 30+ papers in just one process. To help minimize their work, I'll be glad to continue Ate KC's recommended research. My goal here is to beat the staplers sold on markets nationwide which can only accomodate upto 30 papers in one stapling. Here, using a sensor made automatic stapler, work could be minimized and stapling would be on a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this study, the researchers would be using different tools and machines to come up with the idea. After each trials, the researchers would know what tools or materials best fit the stapling process for a more convenient and more useful stapler than those sold on the markets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-8583726466983115307?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/8583726466983115307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=8583726466983115307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/8583726466983115307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/8583726466983115307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/01/staplers-are-used-to-organize-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-2139564901968026130</id><published>2009-01-11T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:42:16.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research Problem</title><content type='html'>Automatic stapler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purose of the study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Automatic staplers help automate the stapling process. Because this stapler is made with a sensor, then stapling can be done in seconds. Even through large stacks of paper, this stapler will be functional for the industry and our economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Teachers, office workers and students find it hard to staple about 30+ papers in just one process. To help minimize their work, I'll be glad to continue Ate KC's recommended research. My goal here is to beat the staplers sold on markets nationwide which can only accomodate upto 30 papers in one stapling. Here, using a sensor made automatic stapler, work could be minimized and stapling would be on a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics; Mechanical engineering and mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n= 30+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-2139564901968026130?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/2139564901968026130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=2139564901968026130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/2139564901968026130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/2139564901968026130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2009/01/research-problem.html' title='Research Problem'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-6443836604326171101</id><published>2008-11-12T02:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:11:14.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have done for Macintosh’ Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had to cross dangerous paths before we reached&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the top. It wasn’t easy for our team to succeed all the challenges we’ve encountered. I’ve spent all the skills I have just to win all the games I joined. This will happen only once in a year, so I give my all.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I joined badminton for the non-ball-game. My partner Vergel, and I showed an amazing technique&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in order to defeat the opposing team. But we had a hard time defeating them, since they were very skillful in playing badminton. But their skills aren’t enough to stop our enduring power in badminton. (Wow yabang!)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;My ball game is volleyball. The first opponent of our team is the Green Acer and luckily, we were able to win over that team. Our second opponent is the Blue Vaio but unfortunately, we lost for our line up was a disaster. Stanford was not their, Richard and Zyrex have other games simultaneous with this game so all we have to do is enter other players in the lineup. The third game is Macintosh Vs. the Yello Asus. I admit that that was a good game and a close fight. Their players were really good and besides, we weren’t pressured while playing with them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We were able to reach the finals and in order to be the champions, we had to beat Blue Vaio twice since they beat us once. We won the second game, so the decision relies on the third. We had a very close fight but in the end, we were declared the CHAMPIONS! Thanks to my great team mates, Neil, Rem, Zyrex, Stanford, and Richard for showing an outstanding performance.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In overall ranking, Red Macintosh got the second. It doesn’t matter if we did not become the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, because we still have one year. I learned that in sports, winning is nothing, having fun is something, but having friends is everything. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-6443836604326171101?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/6443836604326171101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=6443836604326171101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/6443836604326171101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/6443836604326171101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-have-done-for-macintosh-victory.html' title='What I have done for Macintosh’ Victory'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-5453483528033228727</id><published>2008-11-12T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:10:50.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Healthy Mind is a Healthy Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A healthy mind is a healthy body, that’s what I believe, so I decided to represent the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; year level and be their Mr. Physique, Mr. Physique of our team, the Red Macintosh. “I have the brains and the looks naman di ba?” Ahehehe…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As preparation, I went to SM and bought all the things I need for this event. I even made a surfing board out of Styrofoam. “San ka pa!?!”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At the day of the contest, I was so tensed for what may happen. “Feeling ko, pasan ko ang mundo.” I don’t know what to do! “Ilang daga na kaya ang nasa dibdib ko?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;For me, were all deserving to win but I have the guts to win this so I really need to give my best shot for my batch mates gave their full trust on me. That thought on my mind was then changed by an intense feeling as the Mr. and Ms. Physique were then called to ramp on the stage.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Do I look good? Where’s my surfing board? How’s my hair? How’s my shirt? Do you think I can do this?” I have asked millions of questions to my classmates before I go about the stage. I was so nervous, I was very nervous.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Despite of being nervous, I did rock on the stage as I hear my team mates’ loud voices cheering for me. I owe them my gratitude for they gave me that enough confidence I need to rock the stage.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As I watch my sister Ariane&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;who’s also a candidate representing their team Yellow Asus, I feel so proud. I wanted to say “ Yes! That’s my sister! Mana sa kuya! Ahehehehe…”She’s really good. She looks nice on that high boots! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After rocking the stage, question and answer portion follows which comprises the criteria of 50%. The question given to us is “Why did you choose Macintosh for your team.” At first thought, I really wanted to say, “You are the one who gave the names of the teams anyway.” Of course, I will say that, that would be an act of disrespect. Wahaha.. I answered it very well, I think. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After that answer, I just felt so free. “ Haaayyy salamat… Tapos na ang aking paghihirap!” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After having a 30 minute break, it’s time to know who would make it to be the Mr. and Ms. Physique for this year. We got 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; place! “Not bad at all! At least ginawa namin ang lahat ng aming makakaya and we gave glory to our batch!” My sister got the title anyway, so why would I be sad? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-5453483528033228727?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/5453483528033228727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=5453483528033228727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/5453483528033228727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/5453483528033228727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/11/healthy-mind-is-healthy-body.html' title='A Healthy Mind is a Healthy Body'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-7594972192655058140</id><published>2008-11-12T02:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:10:15.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey to a Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in a middle of a game of volleyball when Sir Ernesto Mojica interrupted and called my attention. “Aaron, you will be the representative of our school for the Division Ginoong Agham so be ready and meet me at the Physics Laboratory this 11:30, I will orient you about the gudelines and criteria for the pageant.” That’s what I remember to what he had said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;What? Ginoong Agham!?! I even don’t know if I can be one. Right then, I have thought that “why can’t I be?” I have the personality, the brains and I have the guts to win this pageant, so why not go for it? After that thought, I had finally decided to pursue this task given to me and give my best to come up with a goal, and that is to take home the title.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Before that day comes, I was so busy preparing for the things needed for the pageant. Just like gathering materials needed for my indigenous costume and for the talent portion. Giday, an expert on events like this helped us making the costume and he had decided to use old newspapers and the midribs of a coconut leaf as design of my indigenous costume. We had lots of preparations to do so for the second thought, “I really need to win this!”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;That Monday morning, they told us that the pageant would still be tomorrow. What!?! After that hardships in preparing all we need, it’s still tomorrow! That day, we went to &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Governor&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ferrer&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Memorial&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;High School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; at General Trias, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; just to have an orientation&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;about the guidelines, schedule, and the things to be done for the event. Seeing my opponents, I had this doubt on my mind that maybe I will not win this one for all have that personality needed to become a Ginoo or Binibining Agham, the same thing to my sister’s mind. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The next day, the day we had been waiting for, it’s time for the search for Ginoo at Binibining Agham. At that very moment, all of the candidates were told to show off their talent for the talent portion. Seeing my opponents talents, I have said “Pheeeooowww,… I’m better than that!” That thought then turned to a dream come true, just like my Lakan days in Dumaguete, I’m still the unbeatable Mr. Talent. We’ll now then wear our casual wear. I stood up on the stage confidently despite of the fact that “dinadaga ang dibdib ko”. I introduced myself then, and thank God, all went right.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After that, we’ll now be wearing our formal attire made of indigenous materials. I can’t hardly move wearing that costume made of newspapers. Eoww… But that did not give me a reason to stop rocking the stage and stop amazing the judges. After then, it’s time to know who would make it inti the finals. Luckily, me and my sister made it so we will now be facing the question and answer portion, the portion we were worried about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A picture will be given to each finalist and they will be explaining it. I got a picture that shows a land full of garbage. I explained it confidently, right then, the audience gave me a round of applause. The funny thing is, only me and my sister explained the picture in English speaking, our opponents can’t hardly speak. Ahehe…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It’s time to know who would be the Ginoo and Binibining Agham who would represent &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; for the Rgionals. After all the hardships we had encountered, thank God! I won the title of Ginoong Agham! So Regionals it is!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-7594972192655058140?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/7594972192655058140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=7594972192655058140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/7594972192655058140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/7594972192655058140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-to-goal.html' title='A Journey to a Goal'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-531941836302352242</id><published>2008-11-12T02:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:09:48.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ‘HELEN’nic Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Mighty blocks. Powerful spikes.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I was speechless as I watched Helen’s game. All I could think of was those statements above. I could see everybody, open-mouthed , as we witnessed Helen’s power in volleyball.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;If you come a time to play with her, better be scared. She could easily return any shots of the opponent. She may be a 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year student, but she could do BIG. She could outscore anybody else.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There’s no wonder why she instantly had a fans club. Actually, I’m a member of that club, and I’m proud to be. I idolize her because despite of her fame, she stays humble and down-to-earth.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Helen was able to defeat other year levels though she was much younger that them. She doesn’t have that height advantage or anything else, she’s just one of a kind. She and her teammates especially Cielo and Judith posses an extraordinary teamwork, which really made them the real CHAMPIONS.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;So why did I entitle this “A ‘HELEN’nic Game”? Well, it’s pretty obvious that she has everybody’s eyes on her when she plays, making her the volleyball superstar, and making her own the game. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-531941836302352242?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/531941836302352242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=531941836302352242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/531941836302352242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/531941836302352242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/11/helennic-game.html' title='A ‘HELEN’nic Game'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-8481036375479452813</id><published>2008-11-12T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:07:08.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Yes!!!"... I was so excited for the field trip... We were half day last Friday since we have to go to school early for Saturday's field trip in Subic, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Olonggapo&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Wahahahaha... At the day of the field trip, it's a disaster. Why? Think of this, I was late for about one and a half hour in the morning. The story goes like this... &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I told our maid to wake me up 2:00 in the morning, but she did not! I woke up about four in the morning by myself. When I looked in our wall clock, what?!? It's 4 in the morning?!? I'm dead, I'm so dead!!! Huhuhu.. I'm so worried that time because maybe I will be left, or worse, be the cause why the trip will be late.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I fixed myself very fast, as fast as I could. As I'm taking a shower, I'm hitting my head because maybe, it's just a dream, I mean, the worst nightmare I will be having. Huhuhu.. But it's not a dream, it’s been a while and I thought that it’s real. I'm in the real world. Haiiizzz... I hurriedly road our car with my father, he drove the car as fast as he could because, not primarily because my fair cannot be refunded, but because he does not want me to be left behind in this trip since he knew how special this trip with my classmates to me. Hehe.. Dramatic!!! As we went nearer the school, the buses were already moving, also our bus which is at the last one in line. My father "hinarangan" the bus. I was so happy that I made it but worried because maybe I would hear negative statements from my classmates and from teachers why in the world I am late. But that second thought was wrong. As I entered the bus, my classmates made a countdown shouting 5,4,3,2,1... Hahaha, my doubt was erased in my mind. They were so happy that I made it and so am &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;I.&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Haiiizzz... It's been a while in the bus, they were still asking why I was late, then, I told them the reason... Hanging out in the bus, we had lots of fun since the class clowns are with us, number one in the list is Sheila. We had lots of fun with her since looking at her face will make you laugh already. Haha.. But there were some unexpecting incidents happened. The buses had problems with regards to their motor. We were still happy because our bus was a little bit new so it did not took long to stay for fixing thing not like the other bus which was stranded in the middle of nowhere asking for our help.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our first destination was Ocean Adventure. It's great!!! The dolphins, the sea lions, the tour guides, everything but for one, the food. We did not enjoy the food. My favorite show was the sea lion show. I admire the sea lions. They were such good clowns. They make me laugh. Hahahaah... &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Our next stop is Zoobic Safari. We saw many incredible things there like tigers, eatas, ostriches, and so much more. We also enjoyed there since I learned many things from that destination. Our last stop was Duty Free. We bought some pasalubong for our loved ones and other stuff for ourselves. We also ate in a restaurant. The service was so slow, so we were late for take off, hehe... It rained so much so it's a big destruction on our trip. But in general, were happy. At the evening, we also had lots of fun and we watched some horror movies. My other classmates were scared and so am &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;I.&lt;/st1:place&gt; Hahahaha... I really hate yucky movies since one of the movies shown was Saw 4. My father fetched me &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from the school campus and went back home. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After this trip, I concluded that this is the most memorable field trip I had.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-8481036375479452813?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/8481036375479452813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=8481036375479452813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/8481036375479452813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/8481036375479452813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-field-trip.html' title='It&apos;s Field Trip'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-1986609384312634152</id><published>2008-11-12T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:06:33.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Overnight to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a Friday morning when Tenten, one of my closest classmate invited us for the last time to join her at home and have a small private party, an overnight. At first she was sad for no was allowed to go for an overnight at their residence at Tanza, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Bach then,being one of the most friendly student of our class, we, including friends from the other sections were persuaded by her gentle tears and were then ewcited for a birthday party.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It’s already 8:00 in the evening and Nobie and I still wait for a bus to come. Luckily, for 10 years of waiting (hehe..), a Saulog Bus came. We were fetched by Kuya Johnny, the private driver of Tenten’s family and now, one of my friends at the Mcdo. We arrived at Tenten’s house and was shocked to what we saw. A lot of food caught our attention as if a big party was to be held and a big barangay was to be fed. (Ahihihi…)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At their house, we have done so much things and that includes singing on Tenten’s Magic Sing, we played some computer games on Ten’s personal computer, we played Ten’s Playstation, and watched 3 movies within just a night and those are “The Shutter”, “Wanted”, and “Scary Movie 3”. We also ate a lot. KFC chicken was a blockbuster and I admit that. We had so much fun.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One thing happened that overnight that had been the most memorable would be meeting Tenten’s family and friends who had been very accommodating at that time. It was fun to be with them for they were so nice. We also had picture taking and a video thing (now you can see on the net!!!). We slept less that 5 hours and woke up about 9 in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;First thing we have done in the morning is having our breakfast. My friends ate a lot and so do I. After that, we had a short walk going to Pamela’s house. Right then, we saw many photo albums on Pamela’s house and saw her pictures when she’s still young. Ahehe… We also met their very big and scary dog named Hercules but Pamela used to call him Kuling. We went back on Tenten’s house and took a shower.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We hate to say goodbye but we have to. For me, “why be sad?” for Tenten would still have more birthdays to come and we can still have overnights like this on the next years. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This overnight is the best, not just only because of the food, the place, the fun, but because of the fact that we made Tenten happy and made her birthday memorable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-1986609384312634152?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/1986609384312634152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=1986609384312634152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/1986609384312634152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/1986609384312634152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/11/overnight-to-remember.html' title='An Overnight to Remember'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-3985425512613100547</id><published>2008-09-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:01:55.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about one person whom you admire...</title><content type='html'>The one person I admire is my mother. The best thing I liked about her is that she's strong not just mentally, but emotionally. She always show her bright side, the happy side of her, even though deep inside, she cries because of her problems. She is very supportive and loving. She's also God-fearing, generous, hardworking, and kind. She has already all the positive traits you can find from a responponsible mother. She changed my life which gave me a lot of significance. She thought me how to be God-fearing and be hardworking so I could reach my dreams. For so long now, she has been the source of my strength and determination to be a boy of one of a kind with a positive outlook in life. So I thank you mom, for your care, support and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-3985425512613100547?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/3985425512613100547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=3985425512613100547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/3985425512613100547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/3985425512613100547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/09/think-about-one-person-whom-you-admire.html' title='Think about one person whom you admire...'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-7990268774846866687</id><published>2008-09-12T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:25:20.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast Marathon....</title><content type='html'>It's Maragondon's fiesta.. Waahhh.. I'm so happy.. know what,,, we&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-7990268774846866687?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/7990268774846866687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=7990268774846866687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/7990268774846866687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/7990268774846866687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/09/feast-marathon.html' title='Feast Marathon....'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-4455973519815517568</id><published>2008-08-14T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:43:07.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's field trip...</title><content type='html'>"Yes!!!"... I was so excited for the field trip... We were halfday last friday since we have to go to school early for Saturday's field trip in Subic, Olonggapo City.. wahaahahaha... At the day of the field trip, it's a disaster. Why? think of this, I was late for about one and a half hour in the morning. The story goes like this... I told our maid to wake me up 2:00 in the morning, but she did not! How stupid!!! Hmmmf.. hehehe.. Peace out!! haha XD,, lol!!! I woke up 4 something in the morning by myself. When I looked in our wall clock, what?!?  it's 4 in the morning?!? I'm dead, I'm so dead!!! Huhuhu.. I'm so worried that time because maybe I will be left, and worse, be the cause why the  trip will be late. I fixed myself very fast, as fast as I could. As I'm taking a shower, I'm hitting my head cause maybe, it's just a dream, i mean, the worst nightmare i will be having. Huhuhu.. But it's not a dream, i'ts been a while and I thought that i'ts real, I'm in the real world.. Haiiizzz... I hurriedly road our car with my father. He drove the car as fast as he could because, not primarily because my fair cannot be refonded, but because he does not want me to be left behind in this trip since he knew how special this trip with my classmates to me. Hehe.. Dramatic!!! As we went nearer the school, the buses were already moving, also our bus which is at the last one in line. My father "hinarangan" the bus. I was so happy that I made it but worried because maybe I would hear negative statements from my classmates and from teachers why in the world I am late. But that second thought was wrong. As I entered the bus, my classmates made a countdown shouting 5,4,3,2,1... hahaha, my doubt was erased in my mind, they were so happy that I made it and so am I. Haiiizzz... It's been a while in the bus, they were still asking why I was late, then, I told them the reason... Hanging out in the bus, we had lots of fun since the class clowns are with us, number one in the list is Sheila. We had lots of fun with her since looking at her face will make you laugh already. Haha.. But there were some unexpecting incidents happened. The buses had problems with regards to it's motor. We were still happy because our bus was a little bit new so it did not took long to stay for fixing thing not l;ike the other bus which was stranded in the middle of nowhere asking for our help.. Our first destination was Ocean Adventure. It's great!!! The dolphins, the sea lions, the tour guides, everything but for one, the foord. We did not enjoy the food. My favorite show was the sea lion show. I admire the sea lions. They were such good clowns. They make me laugh. Hahahaah... Our next stop, Zoobic Safari. We saw many incredible things there like tigers, eatas, ostriches, and so much more.  We also enjoyed there since I learned many things from that destination. Our last stop was Duty Free. We bought some pasalubong for our loved ones and other stuff for ourselves.  We also ate in a restaurant. The service was so slow, so  we were  late  for take off, hehe... It rained so much so it's a big destruction on our trip. But in general, were happy. At the evening, we also had lots of fun  and we watched some  horror movies. My other classmates were scred and so am I. hahahaha.. I really late yucky movies since one of  the movies shown was Saw 4. My father  fetched me in from the school campus and went back home. After this trip, I cocluded that this is the most memorable field trip I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-4455973519815517568?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/4455973519815517568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=4455973519815517568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4455973519815517568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4455973519815517568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-field-trip.html' title='It&apos;s field trip...'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-4131763468373271446</id><published>2008-08-02T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:03:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Visitors.... More Work!!!  or vise versa...</title><content type='html'>Haiiiizzzz..... Last Monday, the first day of the week, there ware no classes. But since I don't have enough time to watch television or even open my friendster account for confirmation that there will be no classes on Monday, I don't have any idea of no classes. Hehehehe... As I entered the school compound, the only thing I felt was the blowwing of the strong wind. I and my sister was shocked then. I saw a student from the 4th years so I'm glad that were not the only one in the school. We saw Sir Tom in the principal's office watching news from the television. He suddenly asked as , "did you watch television yesterday?" then we answered "no sir, we did not". I was surprised that there are no classes "pala". The first thing that went in my mind that there are no classes was the SONA. I really thought that it's because of the SONA, but then as we watched tv, the news says that their are no classes in some parts of Southern Tagalog because of a typhoon... What?!? Nyayayaya... In our section, I and Jenny Estrella went to school without any idea, together with 6 other students from the other levels. After that, I posted on my status messages that, "pumasok pa q sa school, tapos wala pala". Ahehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we were told to clean twice what we are doing in the passed weeks because there will be some visitors from DepEd coming. So the school spent much of the time on waiting for them, maintaining the cleanliness of the school compound and a lot more rules to follow. Waaaahhh!!! Nosebleed... Then after many days, the visitors came. They came at the time when the students had to go home. So, the rooms are so dirty. They saw our room very disorganized and hmmmmm.... you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tghe last day of classes, Friday, the other years had to go home since they were half day. I is because, this saturdaywill be the upcat of 4th years and the field trip of the 2nd year and 1st year. I think this day is the most memorable day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At weekend, saturday, I, together with my family went to Robinsons Imus to watch a movie. It is "A very special love" starring John Lloyd Cruz and Sarah Geronimo. Since my mother is a big fan of John Lloyd, there is no way she will not watch his movie. The movie was great. They were such good actor and actress and a great couple or loveteam. We went home tired. After that, we waited till midnight to fetch Ariane from the school. They arrived I think, past 12:30 midnight. Haiiiizzz... That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-4131763468373271446?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/4131763468373271446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=4131763468373271446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4131763468373271446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4131763468373271446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-visitors-more-work-or-vise-versa.html' title='More Visitors.... More Work!!!  or vise versa...'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-4086456370037400038</id><published>2008-07-26T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:54:28.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple and shy...</title><content type='html'>Yap... that's me... I'm a kind of a person that is noisy when it comes to speaking with those person who are close to me and I'm very quiet or shy when I'm with someone else that is not really familiar to me. This week, we had the induction of the clubs and since the YEC president, Ate Lyssa Quintela had gone for a seminar, maybe, in De La Salle Dasmarinas, I was accounted to be the YEC's representative for I was elected as their vice President. Chala and Dei were also included for their Club's President of LRC, and Eglish had some other business, so us three led our clubs in the induction of officers. I, with the other club's presidents had many practices every each other day for a dance number. We danced "Kilos Kabataan".... I don't know if that is the real title of the song.&lt;br /&gt;We were told to bring a scarf, according to the color of each club and a thing that will represent our club... That's why I brought a small pot with a herba buena plant with it. During the induction, we had lots of fun. The white shirt I brought was colored using pastel color by my classmates. After the dance number, my classmates made baboy my shirt. They put their signature on it and some words that would represent them. Now, I have a memoravilla of 3-N.... Nyayaya... I went home very tired but full of good memories... Huhuh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-4086456370037400038?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/4086456370037400038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=4086456370037400038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4086456370037400038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/4086456370037400038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/07/simple-and-shy.html' title='Simple and shy...'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-8394127739082022402</id><published>2008-07-22T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:08:50.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For me, my father is one of a kind. I'ts because he has this contrusting traits with being a father and a man to his family. He usually takes care of us in a secretly manner. Just like his being strict to me. He does that for my own sake, of course, to be a responsible man someday. He is also supporting me in my studies mostly on the financial statements. Also for my future, he does everything upto his best to persue that goal in his mind. He had plan to send me to De La Salle University in Manila in college and he even bought a condo unit for me for my place when I will be separating with my dear family. He had also plan out to send me in a pilot school after my college degree. In that way, I know that his caring for me tough his not showing it verbally or in his actions. My father is also  a responsible man.. In his  everyday, he does nothing but to work, work, and work. I know he does that to give us, his family, what we need. He's the responsible one in handling our business and the one responsible to sustain our needs. Most of all, my father is God-fearing. He usually go to church every Sunday and teaching us that proper manners we need to be successful as a human being someday. Also, when he is about to make a move, or a decision, he's always asking for God's guidance. With this said characteristics of my father, he owe my appreciation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-8394127739082022402?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/8394127739082022402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=8394127739082022402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/8394127739082022402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/8394127739082022402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-me-my-father-is-one-of-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-8610377054992594669</id><published>2008-07-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:54:31.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About this week..</title><content type='html'>Nothing memorable things happened to me this week... Hmmp.. We just had lots of lectures, assignments, recitations, quizzes, tests, and exercises.... In short, many school activities. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-8610377054992594669?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/8610377054992594669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=8610377054992594669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/8610377054992594669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/8610377054992594669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-this-week.html' title='About this week..'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-3153166120653157431</id><published>2008-07-17T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:43:01.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/SH8-KK32q1I/AAAAAAAAABE/Yl2abqyIf4o/s1600-h/Our+family+tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/SH8-KK32q1I/AAAAAAAAABE/Yl2abqyIf4o/s400/Our+family+tree.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223962437211302738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started with a smile. .. a sweet smile, a lovely smile. That is when my existence here on earth started. It happened that the "barkada" of my my mother is also a "barkada" of my father. They met in a friendly gathering where all the smiling thing happened. They had a nice conversation and talked about each other's life. My father asked for my mother's hand and they were married in February  18, 1898. Their love for each other  gave us, me and my sisters, the chance to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my parents existed, of course, my grandparents shouted for their love to each other. In my father's side, my grandparents who are Calixto C. Ramirez and Perpetua Arellano, before having been  married,  met thru my grandfather's smaller brother. My grandma is a classmate of my grandpa's smaller brother and they were loved at first sight. Having known each other for few years, they fell in love with each other. The same thing, in my mother's side, my grandparents who are  Constantino Ramirez and  Concepcion Gituan Escalada, were childhood sweetheart. They were classmates in elementary in Naic Elementary School and had seen each other for the second time when they were about 25 years old and they fell in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also my great grandparents who are Donato Ramirez, Maria Casao Ramirez, Crispin Arellano( Founder of the Arellano University), Emeteria de Castro Arellano, who are those in my father's side. In my mother's side, they are Joselito Ilog, Florida Ramirez, Mariano Escalada, and Martina Gituan. The same thing, they gave that love that each other need and that is when my grandparents started to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-3153166120653157431?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/3153166120653157431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=3153166120653157431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/3153166120653157431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/3153166120653157431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-family-tree.html' title='Our Family Tree'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/SH8-KK32q1I/AAAAAAAAABE/Yl2abqyIf4o/s72-c/Our+family+tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-7051253268305770213</id><published>2008-07-12T23:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:37:25.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction..</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm..it is good. It is a very good source of scientific research..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-7051253268305770213?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/7051253268305770213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=7051253268305770213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/7051253268305770213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/7051253268305770213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/07/reaction.html' title='Reaction..'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-1708950480825448195</id><published>2008-07-12T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:47:16.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings this week..</title><content type='html'>We had our periodical tests this week. They are very hard.... But because of study mode, I got high grades... I think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-1708950480825448195?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/1708950480825448195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=1708950480825448195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/1708950480825448195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/1708950480825448195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/07/happenings-this-week.html' title='Happenings this week..'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-2706678234421769718</id><published>2008-07-12T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:18:40.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstract</title><content type='html'>One cause of death here in the country are those diseases caused by insects that harm us.. This study entitled"Swietenia macrophylla king. insectiside" aims not only to produce an alternative insecticide but also to test if it is commonly known as Mahogany has the ability to kill cackroaches.&lt;br /&gt;After three consecutive trials, results showed that 50-50 concentration of the mahogany-ethanol solution had the greatest ability to eliminate cackroaches. The statistical test called analysis of Anova conducted in the study also showed 50-50 concentration was the best among the other conncentrations prepared. THe produced insectiside was said to be compared to the commercial insecticede in terms of killing cackroaches after the trials made in this study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-2706678234421769718?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/2706678234421769718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=2706678234421769718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/2706678234421769718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/2706678234421769718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/07/abstract.html' title='Abstract'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-1312336543670100899</id><published>2008-07-06T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:48:37.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another  week, the same routine...</title><content type='html'>Nyakkkk.... We will be having our Periodical Test 1.1 next week... What can I do? Since I'm in study mode, I'll make this entry a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This week, I found it hard to cope with my studies since our topics were very3x hard... But I'm doing my best. Hahaha... We had lots of school activities. We also had our first P.E. wearing our PE uniform. Haiiizzz...We had lots of assignments, long tests, quizzes, and so many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We had lots of fun this week... Huray!!! I survived...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-1312336543670100899?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/1312336543670100899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=1312336543670100899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/1312336543670100899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/1312336543670100899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-week-same-routine.html' title='Another  week, the same routine...'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-3502147009054767198</id><published>2008-07-01T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:55:57.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that represents me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/SGoX38MfvxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CMd3aLFwKw0/s1600-h/kung+fu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/SGoX38MfvxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CMd3aLFwKw0/s320/kung+fu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218009368080924434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reprenting my self as a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PANDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAR&lt;/span&gt;"???&lt;br /&gt;    Yup.... a panda. I have watched this movie, "Kung Fu Panda", which gave me a lot of morals. "Po" is the main character in the story who is a very lazy panda. I represented this panda as my self cause at outside, you may say that he is fat, lazy, he has no purpose in the world. But when you knew him well, you will see that initiative in him that others don't have. He is determined to reach for his goal and to live along with his purpose of existence here on Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-3502147009054767198?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/3502147009054767198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=3502147009054767198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/3502147009054767198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/3502147009054767198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-that-represents-me.html' title='Something that represents me...'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/SGoX38MfvxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CMd3aLFwKw0/s72-c/kung+fu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-2347955715282213705</id><published>2008-07-01T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:36:03.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the purpose of my existence?</title><content type='html'>My purpose here on Earth is to serve God and my fellowmen. I want to live for myself, for my family, friends, and God whom I will render my purpose of existence. I want to live for myself, for I want to reach my goal, the success in life so that I can say that my purpose here on Earth is worthwhile. I want to live for my family, for they are the one who gave me the strength in heart, mind and to live. I want to live for my friends for they are the one that gave me the smile I make. And most of all, to live for God, for he is the reason for my existence here on Earth. I also want to work towards a dream, a goal, that I believe, as well as, a hope, for people who need it. To be successful in life ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To serve God and my fellowmen, in a form of happiness, trust, and love, that is my purpose. A purpose  to be made, not  to be  broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-2347955715282213705?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/2347955715282213705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=2347955715282213705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/2347955715282213705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/2347955715282213705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-purpose-of-my-existence.html' title='What is the purpose of my existence?'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-8074474961999284398</id><published>2008-06-30T04:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:14:46.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week of happiness... and "burden"???</title><content type='html'>Haiizzz.... Another week past and I'm still looking forward for less school activities. Whenever it's vacation, I'm finding school activities. But when it comes to school days, I'm looking forward for vacations.. Haizzz... I've just learned another lesson, and that is be contended what you have for now. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    This week, just like the past weeks, we did many school choirs headed by our teachers. We had done several outputs for each day of classes to be submitted on time. I found it hard to come up with all the submissions because within the week, I had a series of backpain and headache. But I'm the only one who knows that and my mother since my classmates will just ignore them. However, I performed well in classes everyday (I think) even though I had those complications or stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nevertheless, I have my classmates who are always been there for me (owss?) who makes me laugh all the time, who touches my heart all the time..Huhuh.. Thaks for the memories guys!!!  For my family who's there at my back to support me all the time.huhu,, Acknowledgements??? And ofcourse, to God Almighty who's guiding me in my route of life... T.Y.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That's all for this week. Tata for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-8074474961999284398?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/8074474961999284398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=8074474961999284398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/8074474961999284398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/8074474961999284398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-week-of-happiness-and-burden.html' title='Another week of happiness... and &quot;burden&quot;???'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-810454207434276265</id><published>2008-06-22T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T04:23:42.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment in "Advanced Statistics"</title><content type='html'>Problem: What is the effect of the type of water to the life of goldfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective: To determine the effect of the type of water to the life of goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials: The following materials were used: 3 identical clear bowls, 6 goldfish, 3 aquatic plants, types of water: river water, sea water, and tap water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure: Three tpres of water with the same amount were placed in 3 identical clear bowls. An aquatic plant was placed in each bowl and 2 goldfish each. The 3 bowls were then placed in a room. Every after 3 days, the goldfish were observed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-810454207434276265?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/810454207434276265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=810454207434276265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/810454207434276265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/810454207434276265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/06/assignment-in-advanced-statistics.html' title='Assignment in &quot;Advanced Statistics&quot;'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-655527076859876176</id><published>2008-06-21T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:33:32.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As you were...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    It's the second week of classes...  Another week, another life. Haiizz... However,  it's more about fun, excitement, and  mostly,  another week of  learnings.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   It's a lot more different this week that the past week. We had lots of things to do... Homeworks, seatworks, long tests, and quizzes. What a life!!! I called this entry "as you were" cause we're back to the old stuff, ofcourse, studying it is... Study, study, study... that's the theme for this week. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Everyday, we had many things to do. We were very tired.. It seems that we don't have time to play and mingle with others anymore. We were  just sitting on our chair, reading books, doing some assigned tasks, or else, doing our assignments for the next day for they were so many... It rains a lot everyday. We had to assure  that we have our own umbrella for us to use, if not, then run, run, run on the rain... Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The most memorable day for me this week is the last day, Friday... We had lots of fun since we don't have classes the next day. In the afternoon, the YEC club had a bird feeding campaign so we placed containers on trees... After that pounding and pictorial thing, all of the science students went in the field to have the flag retreat ceremony. The earth watch teens were also called infront of all the students and were introduced. By then, I feel so tensed as Kuya Clinton called my name... Since birth, I had this stage fright... Haiizz... hehe, after that, we were dismissed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hahahahahahha.... that's all,, T.Y.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-655527076859876176?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/655527076859876176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=655527076859876176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/655527076859876176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/655527076859876176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-you-were.html' title='As you were...'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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-8850972623023122412.post-6761973211739967533</id><published>2008-06-14T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:47:36.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psssst...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/SFPL58ii8jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K4cUOYT2L7I/s1600-h/ewe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/SFPL58ii8jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K4cUOYT2L7I/s320/ewe.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211733390161801778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls give me comments!!! Huhuhuh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850972623023122412-6761973211739967533?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/6761973211739967533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=6761973211739967533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/6761973211739967533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/6761973211739967533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/06/psssst.html' title='Psssst...'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGX8idLcq5w/SFPL58ii8jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K4cUOYT2L7I/s72-c/ewe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850972623023122412.post-5156549433328581038</id><published>2008-06-14T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T05:45:51.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaaaaayyyyy......Our first week being a junior!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; It's our first week with being a certified 3rd year sayanizta... Haaaay.... It's such a nice feeling when you knew that you've survived in such a wild two years stay here in Cavite Science High School. Get it? I mean it's our third year in this school.. So, what could possibly go wrong? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, this is my first diary entry in my account so I hope that you would appreciate it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday(JUNE 10)... " It's the first day of classes. I woke up as early as 5:00 in the morning. I took a bath and the breakfast was served in the table then fixed myself. As we arrived the school campus, I was so tensed but when I was walking along the Jaica building, I saw my classmates very happy and suddenly gave me a warm smile and said "goodmorning Aaron" or "hello"... hehehe. After that I became so proud that I came this far here in CNSHS. As I entered our room. We were so happy and smiled at each other. We had our flag racing ceremony in the morning. It was led by the fourth year teachers and the exercise by the varsity of the school. At the start of classes, we had our Filipino class. Our adviser is Mrs. Arlyn Tolentino, at the same time , our Filipino teacher. We had lots of fun because we had singing, poetry, and other stuff. Then followed by other subjects. At first impression, I find the 3rd year teachers scary but then, I realized "better not to judge the book by it's cover". The teachers were great. Even tough we're all nervous for our first day, they always give as a smile in our faces.... Today, mostly of our time was taken by the orientation and greetings. It was great. All had great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After classes, I went home with my little sister walking home. I had a very tiring day but a memorable one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday(JUNE 11)... It's the second day of classes. Well, actually I don't want to go to school cause the start of our Diagnostic tests will be today. We took four subjects all in all and had a hard time guessing for the answers. Hahaha!!! The tests were so hard. It seems that I don't know anything at all. Especially the Math test. Hmmmp... instead of calculating for the answer, I'm doing the "miniminiminimo" method. Hehehe.. At the afternoon we had our cleaning time and our class election. It seems we didn't have the election because very few had changed. We just pinpoint the one we like and was agreed to be the class officers. It's such a funny day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday(JUNE 12)... It's our second day of Diadnostic test. As usual, I just did the "miniminiminimo" method... It is because even tough I read them, I still cannot understand. Hahaha... How silly I am?! The test hours should be up to 12;30 pm. But because most of as just guess for the answers, it just took as few hours. We finished the tests for about an hour before 12:30. At the afternoon, we are about to to have our clubs and have the clubs' election. I joined at the Kabayani Club together with Sheila, Karen and Esie. I'm actually a science club member for two years but because of too much pressure, I had to transfer to the other clubs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we had our year level election and it was agreed by my club members that I will be their escort. After that short election, we went strait to the 2F room were the school level election of the Kabayani club will be held. Sheila became our Vice President since she's a loyal member of this club and the Araling Panlipunan contestant of our batch. Unfortunately, they nominated me for escort and we were told to go in front of the room. I was so ashamed of myself then. Most of the Kabayani club members voted me for escort since I had the support of the third year level. The officers of the club had a short meeting and the meeting was adjourned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my classmates offered me to join the YEC(also known as Youth Environmentalist Club) so I joined. It was told that our section should have four delegates so I'm with my three other classmates. We went to the 3-O room and had the election. Our president was Ate Lyssa. It's such an honor to be a member of her club since she is the valedictorian of the fourth year level but it's a bigger honor for me to be her vice president as the YEC members nominated and voted for me as their vice president... I was so amazed of what happened today... I'm very happy that I became one of those "SAYANISTA"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday(JUNE 13)... It's the last day of the week. I was so ecxited to wear my rover uniform since it's my first time to wear them.I was so proud of myself that I am now a rover... A certified rover of CNSHS. Few of our classmates had the proper uniform since the other students were noy yet given their girl scout uniform. The regular classes started today and we discussed few topics regarding with the subjects. We had lots of fun today and lots of learnings. Thanks for the teachers whose been always there to teach as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:00 pm, we had our free time. Ate Lyssa told me that we will be having our first meeting in the gym. We told the other officers to come over but we were just few who meet. We planned for our projects and other stuff. I went home tired but happy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Here's the end of my diary, hope you enjoyed reading it. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aAroN"        &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/8850972623023122412-5156549433328581038?l=aaronram14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/feeds/5156549433328581038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850972623023122412&amp;postID=5156549433328581038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/5156549433328581038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850972623023122412/posts/default/5156549433328581038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronram14.blogspot.com/2008/06/haaaaaayyyyyour-first-weak-being-junior.html' title='Haaaaaayyyyy......Our first week being a junior!!!'/><author><name>Aaron Ramirez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01656092729006021772</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></feed>
