<?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-3500886897925780236</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:18:46.749+08:00</updated><category term='random thought'/><category term='underconstruction'/><title type='text'>the mind-boggling thoughts of yours truly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-4617934653535213667</id><published>2009-09-22T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:54:02.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON HIATUS</title><content type='html'>i finally thought of updating this little thing:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been on hiatus since i'm currently preoccupied with &lt;a href="http://gelamerce.tumblr.com/"&gt;my tumblr&lt;/a&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so feel free to check it out and if you have also your tumblr account, follow me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-4617934653535213667?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4617934653535213667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=4617934653535213667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/4617934653535213667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/4617934653535213667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-hiatus.html' title='ON HIATUS'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-927549369915540963</id><published>2009-06-14T03:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T04:02:45.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thought'/><title type='text'>whacked out sleeping time</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. It's already 3:40 in the morning and I'm still awake. I must correct my sleeping habits by Sunday night (which is tomorrow or today, depends on how you see it actually) in order for me not to be late on Monday. Oh, and classes shall resume on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you were living under a rock, our school/university was the first school/institution who had the very first confirmed case of A(H1N1) case. whoop-dee-doo. Thus the 1-week suspension of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm in a blog-ative (as opposed to talkative) mode, I shall "make kwento" of what I did with my 1-week off school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (me,mom,dad) went to Bangkok. Our first out-of-the-country trip in at least 5 years as a family (meaning the 3 of us). It was actually my dad's teambuilding but dad joined our little shopping spree instead of joining his officemates see the sights. But we already saw the sights, so our only task in Bangkok was to go shopping! whoopeee! We stayed for about 3 days there and I spent each night in a different hotel. First night I stayed with my dad, second night with my mom, then the third the 3 of us in my dad's hotel. My mom and I had a different hotel with my dad thus the hotel-hopping:) Bangkok didn't change much sinc the last time we went there. But the trains were L-O-V-E! I loved their subway, which they called MRT, and their Skyrail aka BTS. The last time we went there the trains were still under construction so it was very traffic back then, but now no hassle! I love it! Wish we had the same train system though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting back from Bangkok, began my very boring week. I just stayed home, watched TV, surfed the net - pretty much the bum life and that actually sums up my week. It wouldn't surprise me if i packed some more pounds because of my very unproductive week. boo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I still awake? Well, I should thank Roswell (the TV series) for that. I was thinking of what movie/tv series I could watch before turning in, and lo-and-behold, I found what I have been looking for months ago! Roswell! And where did I [there goes my iPod, it slept before i did] find it? At LiveJournal! Months ago, I checked this certain LJspot if one of its members happen to upload or share with the community Roswell. It wasn't there. So it was a total surprise when after months (dont ask me how long, i forgot) I checked that LJ community and there was Roswell! I love it! I thought the user only uploaded season 1 but no, the user (i think its a she) UPLOADED ALL 3 SEASONS! I just gotta love her! and in return, I thanked the user for sharing Roswell! I thanked her in her 3 posts btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. there. my iPod's already sleeping and I think I should too. I'm already commiting alot of typos, so that's a sure sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good MorNight and thanks for reading this:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-927549369915540963?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/927549369915540963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=927549369915540963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/927549369915540963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/927549369915540963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/06/whacked-out-sleeping-time.html' title='whacked out sleeping time'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-4283821972706527391</id><published>2009-06-02T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:08:30.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its my declaration, to anyone who's listening</title><content type='html'>School's back on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school started last week (May 25) and so far we're only doing light work, but I shouldn't get used to it since this is only the start of the term and since I'm having mostly Business courses this term, well, I think I should be ready for heavy work load!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, classes are still treating me kindly but I really thought I had some bad luck with my professors. Lemme break it down to you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Monday and Wednesday Classes are quite enjoyable and I love mondays and wednesdays since these are the only days where I really don't feel anywhere near LONER! Thanks to Joyce since we really have the same schedule every MW. And also Katsee since these are the only days that I have classes with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off is ORTEDEV (Organization Theory and Development) with Sir H (Sir Habaradas). Sir H seems ok...but has a very high expectations with regards to papers (is this true, BM Majors?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my second take on ACTBAS1 (Accounting Basic 1 - Service). I know, I know, how can I retake something that's basic? Well, after taking and failing for the first time thanks to ACTBAS1, i realized that Accounting is not my forte! And clearly, I didn't seem to have inherited my dad's accounting gene. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lastly, TREDFOR (Christian Vocation to Life) with Sir Galo once again. I had him for TREDTWO and passed the course with flying colors! I hope I'd still get a 3.0 or a 3.5 this time around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My MW buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs032.snc1/4309_80373038228_716523228_1870186_8185579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 534px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs032.snc1/4309_80373038228_716523228_1870186_8185579_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joyce and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs032.snc1/4309_80683278228_716523228_1874384_1080278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs032.snc1/4309_80683278228_716523228_1874384_1080278_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Katsee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays and Thursdays are my LONER days:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'm all alone in COSORES (Corporate Social Responsiveness) class. Luckily, I found a group which adopted me for the groupthingys:) Our prof totally has OCD! Seriously! But her being OC is kinda ok and it makes me appreciate organizing stuffs;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next, another retake class, BUSCALC (Calculus for Commerce) with Tristan Reyes. Surprisingly, considering we have a 'terror/hard' prof, his explanations and lectures made me understand the lessons great! I mean compared to our first take on BUSCALC, this retake is much much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have my uber long break - 3 hours! Good thing I have break buddies for 1-230 (Maffy during Tuesdays, Apple, Isay, Jenna if she doesn't go home right after class, Lor, and sometimes John) and 240-410 (Joyce and Katsee)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I have CBESTA2 (Commerce Statistics 2) and again, this is another LONER class:( I'm not really happy with the prof (Why didn't we get Sir Jeden??) and I really have a hard time concentrating during the class. Oh and our prof often gets carried away and our lesson is side tracked:| weird! Now, I'm having thoughts if I should drop this class or not. Think Think THINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I don't have pictures with my TH break buddies:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there...first week in a nutshell:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-4283821972706527391?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4283821972706527391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=4283821972706527391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/4283821972706527391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/4283821972706527391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-my-declaration-to-anyone-whos.html' title='its my declaration, to anyone who&apos;s listening'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-6340420234052513050</id><published>2009-05-15T11:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:22:48.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch my Hands and Come Back to ME!</title><content type='html'>In conjuction with the most-awaited concert of the year, this post is ultimately devoted to David Cook and David Archuleta! [well, mostly David Cook LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually having a hard time thinking of what I should be typing. All that pops out of my head is "WOOOOOOT!" and "DAVID COOOOOOOOK!" see? obsession at its finest! I think this beats the time we saw Michael Johns at Greenbelt by miles! haha:)) but of course the hug and picture with him is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Jenna tagged me along to SM North EDSA to watch/witness David Cook's Meet and Greet. We were really excited and all since Jenna bought 2 sets of Green Eco bags of SM just for the Meet and Greet (thanks Jenna!) We waited for like 2 hours max, then HE WAS THERE!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.g3niefer.multiply.com/image/1/photos/181/600x600/26/tn-COOK-026.jpg?et=R%2BS9rlFnq4MZvwwoq60l2g&amp;amp;nmid=243154347"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 282px;" src="http://images.g3niefer.multiply.com/image/1/photos/181/600x600/26/tn-COOK-026.jpg?et=R%2BS9rlFnq4MZvwwoq60l2g&amp;amp;nmid=243154347" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad he was only there for 5 freakin minutes, but those 5 mins were enough to lose your voice from screaming and also lose your hearing with decibels off the roof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="376" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/105232887323"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/105232887323" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="376" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that video and bear with me since i was too giddy and excited for HIM! Jenna named that video as the long lost part two of the Blair Witch Project:)) I planned to take a video of the whole thing but I realized that the video would be useless with me jumping up and down and screaming my lungs out for his attention:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole ordeal lasted for at least 5 minutes. The boys from Boys Night Out were there longer than DC! So for consolation, Jenna took pictures of me with TonyToni and Slick Rick. Sam Y G was MIA but he was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.g3niefer.multiply.com/image/1/photos/181/600x600/35/tn-COOK-035.jpg?et=pUYRvXH0NXuiIri4DG4uWw&amp;amp;nmid=243154347"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 287px;" src="http://images.g3niefer.multiply.com/image/1/photos/181/600x600/35/tn-COOK-035.jpg?et=pUYRvXH0NXuiIri4DG4uWw&amp;amp;nmid=243154347" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me with TonyToni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.g3niefer.multiply.com/image/1/photos/181/600x600/34/tn-COOK-034.jpg?et=BsOf5p935zG3H%2BUuNkAlBw&amp;amp;nmid=243154347"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 283px;" src="http://images.g3niefer.multiply.com/image/1/photos/181/600x600/34/tn-COOK-034.jpg?et=BsOf5p935zG3H%2BUuNkAlBw&amp;amp;nmid=243154347" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me with Slick Rick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the photo-ops with them, we decided to get going since there was no way DC will return to the Ampitheater:( When we got out...I thought why not have a pic with DC! so this was the picture with DC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.g3niefer.multiply.com/image/1/photos/181/600x600/40/tn-COOK-040.jpg?et=yO1GXQCWByXZhcnThdVuSg&amp;amp;nmid=243154347"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 283px;" src="http://images.g3niefer.multiply.com/image/1/photos/181/600x600/40/tn-COOK-040.jpg?et=yO1GXQCWByXZhcnThdVuSg&amp;amp;nmid=243154347" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.g3niefer.multiply.com/image/1/photos/181/600x600/41/tn-COOK-041.jpg?et=1U%2BzGyzkgK%2B%2CpJZcf9C7ow&amp;amp;nmid=243154347"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 284px;" src="http://images.g3niefer.multiply.com/image/1/photos/181/600x600/41/tn-COOK-041.jpg?et=1U%2BzGyzkgK%2B%2CpJZcf9C7ow&amp;amp;nmid=243154347" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least we had a picture with him....a picture with his picture LOL;) Then we had another funtastic idea. This was Jenna's idea but the video shows mostly me. And yes I will embarrass myself even further in the World Wide Web. I only hope DC sees this (as if, but hey, I still have the right to dream right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="376" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/105184952323"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/105184952323" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="376" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's that:) surely we will enjoy tomorrow's concert. See you DC/DA fans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-6340420234052513050?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/6340420234052513050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=6340420234052513050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/6340420234052513050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/6340420234052513050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/05/touch-my-hands-and-come-back-to-me.html' title='Touch my Hands and Come Back to ME!'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-7991761305012793460</id><published>2009-05-14T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:44:00.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Up and Away!!!</title><content type='html'>For the past week or so, I've been hearing/reading about this movie Up (Disney/Pixar). Apparently, this movie would be the first animated movie which will open in Cannes this year! I got so curious about it and watched its trailer since this movie has to be GREAT for it to be shown in Cannes Film Festival. And of course, IT IS BEAUTIFUL! Don't ever doubt the creators of Toy Story, Finding Nemo, Cars, and Monsters, Inc! Its flawless! The whole 3D thing is amazing! [ok, 3 sentences in a row ended with !]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer, and do watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1e0pv0tJyJk&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1e0pv0tJyJk&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm talking about trailers and stuff, I also found out that HBO's True Blood already has a sneak peak for its Season 2 Episode 1! I felt REALLY ecstatic and giddy and ... well, you get the picture:) I've missed this series, and I've missed downloading it too! haha:)) It'll still be awhile before i get to watch Season 2 (June 14th), so I'll just settle with Senak Peaks and Promo/trailers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0' width='320' height='305' id='mediumFlashEmbedded'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://hbo.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/hbo-hbocom1-pub01-live/current/trueblood/multipleCategoryPlayer/client/embedded/embedded.swf'/&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'/&gt;&lt;param name='scale' value='noscale'/&gt;&lt;param name='salign' value='LT'/&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='#000000'/&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='window'/&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='playerId=trueblood&amp;referralObject=4777340'/&gt;&lt;embed type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://hbo.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/hbo-hbocom1-pub01-live/current/trueblood/multipleCategoryPlayer/client/embedded/embedded.swf' id='mediumFlashEmbedded' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' menu='false' quality='high' play='false' name='mediumFlash' height='305' width='320' allowScriptAccess='always' scale='noscale' salign='LT' bgcolor='#000000' wmode='window' flashvars='playerId=trueblood&amp;referralObject=4777340'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0' width='320' height='305' id='mediumFlashEmbedded'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://hbo.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/hbo-hbocom1-pub01-live/current/trueblood/multipleCategoryPlayer/client/embedded/embedded.swf'/&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'/&gt;&lt;param name='scale' value='noscale'/&gt;&lt;param name='salign' value='LT'/&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='#000000'/&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='window'/&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='playerId=trueblood&amp;referralObject=4987051'/&gt;&lt;embed type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://hbo.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/hbo-hbocom1-pub01-live/current/trueblood/multipleCategoryPlayer/client/embedded/embedded.swf' id='mediumFlashEmbedded' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' menu='false' quality='high' play='false' name='mediumFlash' height='305' width='320' allowScriptAccess='always' scale='noscale' salign='LT' bgcolor='#000000' wmode='window' flashvars='playerId=trueblood&amp;referralObject=4987051'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. For now.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-7991761305012793460?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7991761305012793460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=7991761305012793460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/7991761305012793460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/7991761305012793460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/05/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up Up and Away!!!'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-7951258244761068079</id><published>2009-04-30T07:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:54:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored out of my mind!</title><content type='html'>This summer, I was supposed to be on my first out of two practicums (yes, I have to do two practicums), but due to the absence of any suitable offices for me to do my hours, I dropped the practicum and now I'm bored. Since my summer plans are now undefined, I don't anything to do (thus being bored) unlike last year - Spanish Classes at Instituto for three weeks, short Bataan trip, and something else I forgot about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, nothing! I've got nothing to do! Well, I have something to do - run - but I'm getting bored doing ONLY that three times a week! But I have to do it since...well, I'm fat! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll be a busy-body by next week. I want/need/have to enroll back to Instituto (for me not to take a placement test since I've been out of Instituto at least 4 months now) and be back on running since I've been sick (sick in the head, kiddin') this past week. At least I have two constant activities for 3 weeks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend, I'll be with friends (thanks fo saving me Doyt!) since one of my friends has a complimentary pass for an overnight stay in a nearby hotel (nearby meaning near my house). Wee! I'll be un-anti-social this weekend! Hephep-hooray!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to share this and this is not really connected to what I was saying above there:) Yesterday, I was practically a walking-breathing bad luck charm! My mom and I realized this when we were walking along San Miguel Ave. I guess it all started when I got out of the house/unit and went down one floor and found the elevator broken. I walked down 8 floors to the ground floor finding the elevator is back and running. Then went I was on the street finding a cab, it rained! Not the heavy type rain but it was drizzling, enough to irritate you. I got a cab in like 30 mins, and of course, got into a hell of a traffic! It was a frustrating kind of traffic since I was only going to Shang ... a supposedly 5-10 mins drive from my place which became an almost one hour drive-and-stop-and-honk thing. Then I got to Shang and got my Passport picture taken. The camera-girl gave me a blazer to top my blue collared shirt and after complaining about my hair (since my ears aren't showing and they should be showing), about my earrings (absolutely no earrrings!) and also about my face position (it should be straight!). Then I got the pictures and I absolutely hate them. Then when we were in line to get a taxi, the cab that we got died on us while we were on our way home. See? Bad luck indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope today turns out to be a better day than yesterday:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-7951258244761068079?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7951258244761068079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=7951258244761068079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/7951258244761068079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/7951258244761068079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored-out-of-my-mind.html' title='bored out of my mind!'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-684900000754786772</id><published>2009-04-23T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:32:46.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me being a nice blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pink-precious.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324089163670364002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCy7q5K9W7Y/SeL24tkUH2I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hZTEgEwYHdI/s200/rosa-banner.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pink-precious.com/2009/04/need-your-help-guys.html"&gt;Rosa is one of the participant of Bhabhiejhoice-xoxo.net 1st ever contest. She's asking help by posting an article saying you'll support her to win this contest. I am here showing my support for her.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pink-precious.com/2009/04/need-your-help-guys.html"&gt;If you want to help her, you can help her by posting an article showing you'll supporting her on this contest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there:) goodluck to ms rosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i hope this brings me good karma...for being a nice blogger)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-684900000754786772?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/684900000754786772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=684900000754786772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/684900000754786772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/684900000754786772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-being-nice-blogger.html' title='me being a nice blogger'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCy7q5K9W7Y/SeL24tkUH2I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hZTEgEwYHdI/s72-c/rosa-banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-5564780553540772799</id><published>2009-04-13T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:40:00.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfection in their imperfection?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n57/n286211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 431px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n57/n286211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In two days (American Time, whichever timezone), the latest and final book in the Jessica Darling Series will hit the shelves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From Megan McCafferty's website: Old flames are reignited in this eagerly awaited fifth and final book in the Jessica Darling series. Captivated readers have followed her through every step and misstep, from a tormented, tart-tongued teenager, to a college grad stumbling toward adulthood. Now a young professional in her mid-twenties, Jess is off to a Caribbean wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SPOILER ALERT! Proceed with caution if you haven't read Fourth Comings.]&lt;span id="more-736"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she rushes to her gate at the airport, she literally runs into her former boyfriend, Marcus Flutie.  It’s the first time she’s seen him since she reluctantly turned down his marriage proposal three years earlier—and emotions run high. Marcus and Jessica have both changed dramatically, yet their connection feels as familiar as ever. Is their reunion just a fluke or has fate orchestrated this collision of their lives once again? Partly told from Marcus’s point of view, Perfect Fifths finally lets readers inside the mind of the only person who’s both troubled and titillated Jessica Darling for years. Expect nothing less than the satisfying conclusion fans have been waiting for, one perfect in its imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I've been waiting for this novel for two years! It's actually sad to know that this IS the final book on Jessica Darling. My friend suggested this book to me when we were still roommates back during frosh year (frosh = freshman), and I have to say, I've instantly fallen in love with Jessica and of course her bad-boy-turned-monk-like-but-surely-a-hottie Marcus Flutie. So I guess I owe to my former roommate my deepest thank yous for making me read the first novel - Sloppy Firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea what I'm talking about? I'll just post one of the winning book trailers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcSc_wQfKuQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcSc_wQfKuQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another since i love this too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLfW_bf6Cfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLfW_bf6Cfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just hope I get to have this book by the time it hits the American shelves for my obsession to cease and desist :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-5564780553540772799?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5564780553540772799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=5564780553540772799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/5564780553540772799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/5564780553540772799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfection-in-their-imperfection.html' title='perfection in their imperfection?'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-4563217355092302397</id><published>2009-04-03T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:33:16.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to what I know</title><content type='html'>This week, there has been some new episodes of some series to feast on while other series gets a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek is back for another season...or shall I say back to continue its current season. And Greek's resurfacing has me on the edge of my seat for about more than a month! Thank God Greek is back with a new hottie HOT HOT star - JESSE McCARTNEY! Ohhh..he is just soooo HOT! (fan mode is on!) Now, I'm looking forward to next week for its new episode since this week's episode left me hanging and longing for more Casey, Cappie, Max, and the whole gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night I decided to update myself with 90210 and downloaded 7 episodes all at once, and today, since we (or I) don't have classes today, I decided to watch them all. Sorta like a 90210 Marathon:) After watching them all, I think I'm beginning to re-love the series. I love Adrianna! She's the only imperfect girl in the series and she's I think the only girl who really has issues. And I love her issues! Drug problem, pregancy problem, parent problem, the list goes on! Also, I'm loving Silver. Since the get-go, I automatically fell in love with her character. She is so TWISTED! And with the lastest episode, SHE IS REALLY GETTING TWISTED and I think she's losing her mind! EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm missing my regular shows, namely: Privileged (hope the series gets back ASAP), Brothers and Sisters (I think they'll be back the week after Holy Week), Grey's Anatomy (I think same as Brothers and Sisters, or maybe they'll be back next week), and of course True Blood (I think they'll be back this June or July..sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm still getting my regular dosage of Gossip Girl,  Amazing Race and American Idol, I'm still pretty much a-Ok:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-4563217355092302397?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4563217355092302397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=4563217355092302397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/4563217355092302397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/4563217355092302397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-what-i-know.html' title='back to what I know'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-909514241475242532</id><published>2009-03-17T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:15:07.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence of motivation</title><content type='html'>How can you motivate someone who just gave up on themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first question that popped into my head when I tried in vain to help out my dear friend on their recitation grade in one of our class together. I felt as helpless as he was when he finally got picked by our dear wonderful prof and he failed to answer our prof's follow up question. My friend needed and still needs to bring up his recitation grade in order to pass the damn subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad too since my friend was asking for help from me, and this is a rare event since this friend of mine is actually a smart student and most of the time, it's me that's asking for help, and i failed to help him. (wow! that was a mouthful!) Anyway, I felt really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say that I know how my friend feels but, yes in a way, I know how it feels to be motivation-less. I can say that I've been on that limbo place where in I just want everything to just fall into their places without exerting any more effort on my part. Let's just say all I felt was pure laziness and helplessness. And of course, I thought it was ok...I already accepted defeat - then I fail and after looking at that final grade, I realized that I could've done better if only I studied much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's important if you have great friends who believe in your abilities...even if you yourself already have doubts on yourself. And I'm grateful for having these kind of friends, though I'm not really showing how grateful I am of them, I just make it a point to be there when they need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this has just turned into a mushy post. So there, sana gets niyo yung point...sorry kung hindi LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-909514241475242532?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/909514241475242532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=909514241475242532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/909514241475242532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/909514241475242532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/03/absence-of-motivation.html' title='Absence of motivation'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-8578316895079312457</id><published>2009-03-08T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:35:53.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I or Should I not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*WARNING: Rantings ahead!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I or should I not get irritated at a certain person? I know that I'm not the best person to work with since I'm a huge procrastinator, but seriously, I'm getting irritated. Some of my friends know this, though I'm not sure if they agree or may be they think I should not be getting irritated but there are times that this person is getting on my nerves. I mean you could help me out or something, but no, you are not helping - you're just there. May be this is all my fault, and I think you getting mad at me would be a better idea than me getting irritated at you. Just get mad at me, for pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko lang na feeling ko na ipinapamukha mo sakin na mas achieved o mas magaling ka kesa sakin, I actualy know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just a side effect of people already wanting to graduate or leave this term already. This term is getting more toxic than ever! I mean last term was the most toxic term and I think that this term is comes next in terms of toxicness. I'm ranting so just bear with me. I know I'm pointing at one person so I'm sorry (if ever that person reads this), I'm just getting overwhelmed by all the work that needs to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-8578316895079312457?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/8578316895079312457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=8578316895079312457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/8578316895079312457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/8578316895079312457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/03/should-i-or-should-i-not.html' title='Should I or Should I not?'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-3024846819188033398</id><published>2009-03-06T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:11:53.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, Surprise</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm on a blogging mood - so bear with me and this will be in Taglish...bear with meeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after kong idownload yung Course Offerings for next term at after ko din tignan yung flowchart ko, narealize ko na tapos na ako sa European Studies ko! Well, almost - one more Elective then I'm done with European Studies! Natuwa akong ewan...mixed feelings ikanga. I dunno if I should feel happy or sad...but surely I will miss visiting the IS department. Tas kanina on our way back home, my friend and I were discussing about it, at narealize din naming most of our friends would be graduating by next school year! Nalungkot ako and at the same time nainggit ako sakanila, sila magtratrabaho na at mageearn na sila ng pera, pero kami nasa school parin at wala paring pera. I guess I'll just look forward to graduating in 2011 and savor the time left for us to have fun and be careless before entering the very very real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaloka...7++ terms left and I will be leaving dear La Salle. I think I should start picturing myself working and earning moolah! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-3024846819188033398?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/3024846819188033398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=3024846819188033398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/3024846819188033398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/3024846819188033398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise, Surprise'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-5227325245510000980</id><published>2009-03-06T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:45:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace Master Rapper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SbEYcPCdCTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cEkb_z1PdDc/s1600-h/FrancisM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SbEYcPCdCTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cEkb_z1PdDc/s200/FrancisM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310052308998752562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Francis Magalona&lt;br /&gt;Master Rapper of the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1964-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace, Master Rapper. You will be surely missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been a fan of Francis Magalona ever since I was a kid. Although I never memorized any of his songs, there's this one song that I really remember of him - Mga Kababayan Ko. I have been watching Eat Bulaga since forever (mainly because of my dad and it just stuck on me), and surely, his funny antics, hiw wonderful voice, and his hosting style will be truly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's pause for a moment and pray for him and his family:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-5227325245510000980?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5227325245510000980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=5227325245510000980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/5227325245510000980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/5227325245510000980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/03/rest-in-peace-master-rapper.html' title='Rest in Peace Master Rapper'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SbEYcPCdCTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cEkb_z1PdDc/s72-c/FrancisM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-1899762454809611641</id><published>2009-02-18T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:37:56.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last friday, was friday the 13th and we all know that this day was supposed to be the "bad luck day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not for me! (and also to my two friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SZwo2z24L9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/YW6o0VDUWzA/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SZwo2z24L9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/YW6o0VDUWzA/s200/DSC00347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304159383234031570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah! first concert for this year! and patron seats beybeh! Gotta love my mom and her job! haha:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was given by a certain hotel tickets for the Fall Out Boy concert and she gave them to me! I had two extra tickets and decided to grab 2 friends along so that I won't be looking such a big loner loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was amazingly great! Hey Monday opened for them. I thought they were a local band, but no, they were not. I recognized the girl lead singer from their video Homecoming. Hey Monday was good. They are really on the rise and ready to conquer the air waves! hahaha:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOB was, as I said, amazingly great! My friend only knew Pete and me and my other friend only knew Patrick and Pete! hahaha:)) sorry for the other guitarist and drummer:)) Also, we knew most of the songs - but not all. There were times that we just screamed but were totally clueless as to what they were singing! hahaha:)) But I am a fan...I just choose which songs or albums to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this'll be short since Midterms is here and this flu came on a very wrong timing! I'm wishing to attend more concerts, and preferrably get tickets for free:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-1899762454809611641?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/1899762454809611641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=1899762454809611641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/1899762454809611641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/1899762454809611641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='friday the 13th'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SZwo2z24L9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/YW6o0VDUWzA/s72-c/DSC00347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-8201666600819544833</id><published>2009-02-08T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:09:58.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>way too funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;check this out! if you're a Obama fan and a Beyonce fan as well..&lt;br /&gt;well..you're in a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PqI12R8YNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PqI12R8YNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just found this video this morning. But I've heard of this guy - Alphacat - through those entertainment shows in the states being aired here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's funny! apparently this is only one of his videos..he's got tons of vids in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;and vids before he was a Obama impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check him out! way too funny!&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/3500886897925780236-8201666600819544833?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/8201666600819544833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=8201666600819544833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/8201666600819544833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/8201666600819544833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-too-funny.html' title='way too funny'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-1477012242590005530</id><published>2009-02-06T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:26:21.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it sucks being out of the loop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it definitely sucks being out of the loop, and it sucks more if its about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago, my groupmate/friend texted me and asked where was I and that they're going to finish the required things for our class. I was surprised since no one told me that the group was meeting today! My friend/groupmate could've told me yesterday since we were together in the Library doing Library work for the same class. But no, she didn't. I was also with my other friend/groupmate, but he didn't tell me anything regarding the class or anything, so I'm guessing whether or not he know about the group meeting thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really such a hassle to inform someone regarding important stuff? I mean i guess it could be a hassle but there are so many forms of communication - YM, text, or even email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pisses me off, me being out of the loop. And this kinds of things, you should tell to your groupmates ASAP...lalo na kung friends kayo. Also, things about group works should be dissiminated immediately since all of you in that group would want to have a high grade and participation is crucial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again this is me ranting. I just sucks. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm sorry. I am just pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Off-topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of looking for a suitable template for my blog. Would anyone be willing to help me create a personalized blog template??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave a message in the CBox if interested:) [and I hope someone could help me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-1477012242590005530?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/1477012242590005530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=1477012242590005530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/1477012242590005530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/1477012242590005530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-sucks-being-out-of-loop.html' title='it sucks being out of the loop'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-8336335275490706495</id><published>2009-02-05T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:31:06.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring week..umph!!</title><content type='html'>This week has been tiring! well, physically tiring that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday, my running thing started at ULTRA. Of course, my dad was with me since he knew everyone there and his coach and trainer would be my coach and trainer as well. My dad and I started off with 7 laps of jog-walk. Then my trainer took over and we did 5 laps of the same thing. My trainer said that what we did was like almost a 5k marathon. WHAT?? haha:)) If my legs could talk, they would have been screaming at me and telling me to stop and just walk the whole thing off. But I was really determined to make this running thing work.  After all the running, or i shoud say jogging, it was time for stretching. The stretch was great! It really made my legs relax and of course the muscle pain was slowly going away - or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 3 hours, the whole ordeal was done and on our way back home, ALL OF MY MUSCLES WERE FREAKIN' ACHING! I mean seriously, I can't walk properly since my shins and thighs were practically like stone and it was freakin' painfull! I swear, at that point, I could've been addicted to painkillers since i downed 2 Alaxans in one go and the following day downed another 2 Advils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the following day, Tuesday was just as painfull. I was still sore all over and I can't even go down our stairs! So I decided it was time to take some time off school. Absent! wohoo! hahaha:)) I spent the whole day resting and of course, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was like monday. Running/jogging thing again. The first few laps were excruciating! my shins were screaming, and so were my thighs. But after stretching, everything was a bit better and they let me do a 30 min. jog-walk. Then another stretching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was literally swearing at the sight of a flight of stairs. I mean, I know stairs serve a greater purpose, but I wish there are other options other than taking the stairs in school..&lt;em&gt;pwede bang may escalator??&lt;/em&gt; hahaha:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for tomorrow, I won't have any running thing but there'll be one on Saturday morning. I just hope that this running stint that I'm doing would really shed off some pounds. I really need to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on saturday! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-8336335275490706495?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/8336335275490706495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=8336335275490706495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/8336335275490706495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/8336335275490706495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/02/tiring-weekumph.html' title='tiring week..umph!!'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-510842465014056219</id><published>2009-01-31T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:30:34.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eat your heart out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eat your heart out people! This guy has confidence!&lt;br /&gt;We all know he lacks in the music department, but at least he has that huge confidence written across his face:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I hung out in the COMELEC office last thursday, or else I might have never saw this AWESOME video.&lt;br /&gt;This literally made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rape me in the thighs"&lt;br /&gt;and something about the "tropical priest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no offense to the Korean people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-510842465014056219?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/510842465014056219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=510842465014056219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/510842465014056219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/510842465014056219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/01/eat-your-heart-out.html' title='eat your heart out!'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-4658181611745531472</id><published>2009-01-26T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:48:40.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it me being a sourpuss or just plain kill joy?</title><content type='html'>I don't want to blame school for the lack or should I say the non-existence of my social life. But recently, my friends started going out, smoking , drinking and meeting random people, i just started questioning myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why am I not with them? Why am I going home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then I started rationalizing me not being with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm sick, I still have colds and I drank medicine - medicine and alcohol don't mix."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not in the mood to drink."&lt;br /&gt;"I have something to pass tomorrow, and I haven't started making that something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;then it dawned on me, am I starting to become an anti-social? or is it just that I know that I don't fit in that scenario?&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...weird thinking. But I just feel out of the loop. I used to drop everything just to come at these things. I used to shrug off those papers due the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be my priorities have shifted, and I'm just realizing this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently knew that one of my close friends back in high school has a boyfriend. Knowing that, I felt envious. I felt left out. I felt alone and fed up of being single. Super, nakakainggit ng todo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabi nga nila, it'll just happen. Don't look for it, it'll just come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana dumating na! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-4658181611745531472?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4658181611745531472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=4658181611745531472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/4658181611745531472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/4658181611745531472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-me-being-sourpuss-or-just-plain.html' title='is it me being a sourpuss or just plain kill joy?'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-2356563009636848570</id><published>2009-01-20T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:05:01.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny or profound or just plain desperate?</title><content type='html'>A funny conversation happened this afternoon with my thesismates. We were supposed to be talking about the Executive Summary that we're going to pass this friday, but knowing us, our little talks led to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i remember, so correct me if i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Gusto ko ng boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;G&amp;amp;R: Ako din!!&lt;br /&gt;R: malapit na valentine's day, pero single tayo.&lt;br /&gt;G: oh B, dapat ba matangkad? ano nga height mo?&lt;br /&gt;B: yan ang laging problema pag hinahanapan ako ng iba kong friends, height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about this on the train home, I realized, yeah, I want/need a boyfriend. Yeah, that sounded a bit pathetic or desperate, depends on how you see it, but seriously, i need/want one. this may really sound REALLY pathetic but it has or have been my goal since day 1 - get myself a boyfriend! but unfortunately, after 3 years in the university, still no boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to those lucky girls who have tons of boyfriends, give them to us! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-2356563009636848570?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/2356563009636848570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=2356563009636848570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/2356563009636848570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/2356563009636848570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-or-profound-or-just-plain.html' title='funny or profound or just plain desperate?'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-7654591258507183133</id><published>2009-01-17T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:53:23.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just plain bad luck</title><content type='html'>This is me ranting. So, if you would want to spend your precious minutes or seconds to a more worthy site, feel free to press that x on your tabs or window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a downhill trip to badluck city! i mean talk about major bad luck! Let me lay out the story first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was pretty much uneventful. no bad luck, it was just a plain day. we skipped our first class and i came to school in my corn rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was also the same, but I enjoyed my Literature Elective class and my Marketing class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was I think when my luck started to slip. I woke up late for my 8am class, as in I woke up 15 mins before my class would start and my trip from my house to the school takes about 45 mins and 20 mins for me to take a bath and 10 mins for me to get ready. I was that late! I texted my friends to say that I'll be absent for that class. My friends said that our prof said that I only had one more absence then I'll be dropped form his class. ugh, i sooooo hated that moment. it felt so bad since I wasn't intending to absent myself from class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, Thursday, we were supposed to attend the Lecture by Timor-Leste President Ramos-Horta at the Yuchengco Auditorium and our prof forwarded our class list to the organizers. I went to school in a formal business attire with a blazer in hand. The lecture was scheduled on 2pm but I have a class at 1pm until 230pm, so I decided to skip my 1pm class and attend the lecture. But when it was our turn to get the passes for the lecture, my name was NOT on the list! my friends were on the list but my name wasn't! It really left me confused since I was enrolled in AREASEM. so, I decided to leave and just hang with my other friend. To my surprise, I left my wallet in the Yuchengco lobby. So, already feeling embarrassed, I went back to claim my wallet back. I was so embarrassed since I was not privileged enough to attend the lecture and I forgot my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was somewhat mixed, since I met this cute guy in Starbucks and my cab ride was soooo long, and I had to borrow money from my friend since the cad driver had no change on him. I was also and hour late for Thesis 2 Orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was just 2 days of feeling bad luck, but for me it felt like it was a week full of bad luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-7654591258507183133?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7654591258507183133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=7654591258507183133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/7654591258507183133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/7654591258507183133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-plain-bad-luck.html' title='just plain bad luck'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-9183759367566049608</id><published>2009-01-12T19:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:44:21.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from straight hair to corn rows to princess mia hair</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, while being away in Boracay with my Aunts and Lolo, I had my hair braided. Actually, I made it a point that if I go to Boracay or to any beach for that matter I would get my hair braided and fortunately I had it done! Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird coming to school with that hair. I felt that numerous stares were following me and I caught some of those stares and of course stared right back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what i look like before and after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SWssRMZKN6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xRj0YZaFeoo/s1600-h/IMG00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SWssRMZKN6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xRj0YZaFeoo/s200/IMG00164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290370861172930466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SWssaoxp0HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U8-LKSuQeHk/s1600-h/IMG00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SWssaoxp0HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U8-LKSuQeHk/s200/IMG00166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290371023410679922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there, you get the picture...hahaha:)) I look like Princess Mia (Princess Diaries) BEFORE her big make over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently missing my straight hair, so I'm excited for tomorrow morning since it'll be straight by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-9183759367566049608?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/9183759367566049608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=9183759367566049608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/9183759367566049608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/9183759367566049608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-straight-hair-to-corn-rows-to.html' title='from straight hair to corn rows to princess mia hair'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SWssRMZKN6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xRj0YZaFeoo/s72-c/IMG00164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-5756425419910671927</id><published>2009-01-05T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:53:19.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye couch, Hello wooden chairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School will start on Wednesday, but I'll be in campus tommorow to pay my tuition. With that in mind, I'm starting to bid my goodbyes on our very comfy couch, our very watchable TV, and to long-hours infront of Steve (my laptop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm having these mixed emotions on coming back to school. It's like this every time the start of the term draws nearer - I get bored from vacation, then I get into "I miss seeing my friends" mode, then I get excited on seeing them, excited to have fun with them, and then finally I get into depressing-ish "oh no, I'll see (insert prof name here) again. I get that every time, and I never get tired from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat really excited for the start of Third Term. Why? I actually got hyped up because of my grades last term. My grades last term were mediocre to some people but to me I did good since I somewhat "redeemed" myself because one prof gave me (the entire special class to be precise) grades that would erase our former failure in a class, thesis grade was a-ok, and Law grade was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would and will miss saying "I'm bored" in my status updates, miss being a bum, and would definitely miss doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next break that we'll have would be until Holy Week comes or if by some miracle there would be a typhoon which would flood Taft Avenue (that I will look forward to, despite being miserable for those who will be flood victims).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will surely miss doing nothing. DEFINITELY&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/3500886897925780236-5756425419910671927?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5756425419910671927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=5756425419910671927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/5756425419910671927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/5756425419910671927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-couch-hello-wooden-chairs.html' title='Goodbye couch, Hello wooden chairs'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-9122929620626226362</id><published>2008-12-30T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:36:50.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008: A Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVoeyrRbihI/AAAAAAAAADM/U9KA9SN9Uk0/s1600-h/happy-new-year-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVoeyrRbihI/AAAAAAAAADM/U9KA9SN9Uk0/s200/happy-new-year-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285570968630823442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2008 - a year full of unexpected turns and surprises. Lemme summarize what happened to my 2008 by month. Oh, and thanks to my handy-dandy Starbucks Planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- First time to volunteer as an 'Ate' for the For the Kids (FTK).&lt;br /&gt;- ROTC comrade RJ Manzano passed away&lt;br /&gt;- I enrolled in Instituto Cervantes for Spanish Classes! and made new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Kat's Debut. Even if it's not my debut, i had so much fun celebrating one of the last debut parties I'll attend to! oh, and Joyce lost her phone despite meeting a "cute" guy. (take note of cute in quotation marks).&lt;br /&gt;- LEAP Class. Even if we were planning to attend the Ice Skating class, we ended up in our 2nd choice - Bartending! We had so much fun and was actually inspired for a minute to take up Bartending Classes just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;- Even if we were single during Valentine's Day, we got the chance to donate blood. It was my first time to donate blood and it was painful but worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- First time to do an outreach service with DOGS! It was part of our Theology and Religion Class (TREDTWO) to be part of a service center and we chose PAWS which handles animal rehabilitation and through PAWS we signed up for the Dr. Dog program which aims to put a smile on a terminally ill child through dog visits in the hospital. This activity is one of the most memorable things which happened to me in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- First failure in my entire school life!! I failed Accounting 1 (ACTBAS1) by 3 points.&lt;br /&gt;- Twilight obssession at its finest! I finally read the saga, and of course went gaga over those immortal and uber-gorgeous vamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Macau - Hong Kong Trip with mom. This trip was the first time me and my mom went abroad together after so many years!&lt;br /&gt;- my old laptop died after that Macau-Hong Kong trip, and school was about to start when the laptop died. Talk about great timing!&lt;br /&gt;- I fainted.&lt;br /&gt;- David Cook was "crowned" or whatever you call it as the American Idol!&lt;br /&gt;-Arisa's Debut and I got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- nothing great happened this month...just an ordinary month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I got a new laptop!!&lt;br /&gt;- Melayne's Debut and my highschool friends and I had a mini-reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I finally have an iPod, and its for free! It also came with speakers and a universal docking station.&lt;br /&gt;- My mom was rushed to the hospital for High Blood.&lt;br /&gt;- Passed Spanish Level 3 in Instituto Cervantes with flying colors! Very colorful colors, mind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 2nd term in a row, I failed 2 classes (but my 'rents know that I only failed one). A very depressing result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Mama's (my lola) first death anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;- For the first time in ages, I was awake for 38 hours straight!&lt;br /&gt;- Celebrated my 19th birthday, and my friends surprised me with a cake, a big birthday card, and balloons which got popped before they got to me. Had a birthday dinner wth family. That was the best birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- First concert in ages - Rihanna and Chris Brown Live in Taguig!&lt;br /&gt;- My friend, Cleo went back to Manila after 5 years! I got my yearbook (HS) with Cleo and Jasmine. Gradeschool memories!&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Johns Live in Greenbelt Park! Got to have a picture with him!! Total fan-girl mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 3rd term in a row - I failed a class again! But this time I got a 4.0 in one class and passed Thesis Proposal! Mixed emotions, but mostly happy!!&lt;br /&gt;- My aunt went back here to Manila to spend Christmas and New Year.&lt;br /&gt;- Watched a local movie in a movie house - "Iskul Bukol". First time in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my 2008 ws filled with much of "first times". 2008 was a great year for me and my friends and of course, also to my family. Though my family is experiencing a rough time - in terms of filial connections, we are still a-ok. I guess, with some rare moments, we are also blessed and also financially stable despite the financial crisis everyone's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for a great - if not greater - 2009. I'm not expecting much,but it would be great if 2009 would turn out to be much greater than 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-9122929620626226362?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/9122929620626226362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=9122929620626226362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/9122929620626226362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/9122929620626226362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-recap.html' title='2008: A Recap'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVoeyrRbihI/AAAAAAAAADM/U9KA9SN9Uk0/s72-c/happy-new-year-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-7176637707727399961</id><published>2008-12-24T11:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:23:35.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2yotsuo.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;YONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say that this is the MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR - and it is! Everyone's on the festive mood, even if we all don't have money in pockets. I guess money is just that - money, and whether we have tons of that or none at all; what counts is that we have our families with us, celebrating this wonderful season that is Christmas (or whatever it is you and your families celebrate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very much thankful to the Lord for all the blessings he has bestowed on us and thankful that everyone is a-ok. Thankful because, unlike last year, I didn't know anyone personally who died, or was seriously ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and may you and your families be continually blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¡Feliz Navidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joyeux Noël&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;圣诞快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vrolijke Kerstmis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frohe Weihnachten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Χαρούμενα Χριστούγεννα&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buon Natale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;メリークリスマス&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;즐거운 성탄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;С Рождеством Христовым&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maligayang Pasko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S.: I hope the translations are correct :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-7176637707727399961?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7176637707727399961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=7176637707727399961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/7176637707727399961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/7176637707727399961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2yotsuo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-3346554732901604228</id><published>2008-12-18T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:34:17.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underconstruction'/><title type='text'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVEu7Vy57OI/AAAAAAAAADE/GYV2lYV-Y0w/s1600-h/under_construction.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVEu7Vy57OI/AAAAAAAAADE/GYV2lYV-Y0w/s200/under_construction.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283055434880117986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm planning to "resurrect" this old blog of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm making this blog UNDER CONSTRUCTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm currently making my friends help me out with this since i'm rusty with blogger stuffs.&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/3500886897925780236-3346554732901604228?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/3346554732901604228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=3346554732901604228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/3346554732901604228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/3346554732901604228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2008/12/under-construction.html' title='UNDER CONSTRUCTION'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVEu7Vy57OI/AAAAAAAAADE/GYV2lYV-Y0w/s72-c/under_construction.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-1953252467487065403</id><published>2007-08-22T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:15:28.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my desires -- last journal entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/Rswokv4ehdI/AAAAAAAAABo/73GLX51qF94/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/Rswokv4ehdI/AAAAAAAAABo/73GLX51qF94/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101497089697678802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; (noun) – 1. Craving; a wish, craving, or longing for something; 2. Something wished for; something that or somebody who is wished for.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Although, I have here a definition of what desire is, I still associate it wit something that you want to have, achieve, and experience. When I think about all my desires, I kept reminiscing about the past. When I was a little child, I have this wild dream to go to North Pole and see Santa Claus. As I grew up and started to know the truth behind Santa Claus, my mom still keeps on telling me stories about the real Santa Claus. She told me that the real Santa Claus lived in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Finland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and that he is really a saint. With my mom’s story running in my head, I now wanted to go to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Finland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and see for myself the place where Santa originated. I guess, that’s when my fascination about &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; started, with Santa Claus and my desire to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Also, when I think about desires, I think about my past adventures with my parents abroad. I miss those little adventures we used to have when I was between grades 4-6. Since my mom used to work for an Airline company, she gets to have free tickets for us, the downside, it was always a stand-by ticket, meaning we were the last ones to board the plane and if the flight is full, we might not be able to get on our desired flight. At first, it was a bit annoying that although we can go to different countries every summer vacation, we still have lousy tickets. But as time went by, we got used to being ‘stand-bys,’ we just enjoyed ourselves and eventually, we gained some new friends in different airports around the world. Now, my mom has a different job in a different industry, we don’t travel together anymore. Usually, it’s just my mom, going to different countries for work and there was a time that they sent me to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; all by myself. Now, I desire to have again those little adventures of ours, even though in a few months time, I could travel on my own, legally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Also, since I am an only-child and the only grandchild, in my father’s side for about 11 years, they all expected me to be like my tita’s. My grandfather takes pride when all of the clan is studying in a prestigious university or school. It was my grandfather who was the most excited when they all heard that I was going to study in La Salle, and also having a double-degree course. It was also my grandfather who wanted me to follow his footsteps, and be a lawyer in the future. I really wanted to establish my own name in our family. All of my relatives seem to have their own “thing,” like one of my tita has her own business; the youngest sister of my dad is a lawyer; my tito is a theatrical artist; my dad is a CPA; and my dad’s eldest sister is in the States working for Citibank. I guess, my desire to be as successful as they are came from my grandfather who is, I could say was a successful lawyer when he was still not retired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Thinking about desires, I can say that a person’s desires are the cravings or the longings of a person that they wish to have. Like my desires to travel again with my family and to have my own distinct career, desires are what truly motivates and moves a person. It is what others say, their driving force. Their longing to achieve something they truly desired makes them work harder and push themselves to the limit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Personally, I think that your desires could actually break or make you. It could lead you to your desired destination or it could break you as a person. Like what I read in one of Sophie Kinsela’s book, “Shopaholic ties the knot,” there was one character there, Luke Brandon, who desired to please his biological mother. He pushed himself to work harder and establish a name in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:city&gt; even if he already established his name in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. His desire to please his mother, kind of made his relationship to his fiancée, Rebecca Bloomwood, even harder. His desire even broke him down. When he finally realized that what ever he does his mother would never be proud of him, he broke down and started not going to work and he was distant with everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I related desire to this story because it clearly illustrates how desire could break a person down. I mean, it is good that you have your own desires and that it motivates you but a person should know when they should stop and notice what they are truly doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Also, desires are your passion for life, like my passion to travel. It is, what I have already mentioned, your guide to your future. These desires I have might only focus on me, but I know that in the long run, these desires of mine would also influence or move others as well. I want these desires to motivate me every time I am in the dumps and experiencing a low moment. I want my desires to help me get through, first with my studies and lastly, with career.&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/3500886897925780236-1953252467487065403?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/1953252467487065403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=1953252467487065403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/1953252467487065403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/1953252467487065403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-desires-last-journal-entry.html' title='my desires -- last journal entry'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/Rswokv4ehdI/AAAAAAAAABo/73GLX51qF94/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-4631155458547504443</id><published>2007-07-15T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:59:10.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/Rpo2DYpQmwI/AAAAAAAAABY/bXMyksDZLls/s1600-h/boys+dont+cry.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087438160851409666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/Rpo2DYpQmwI/AAAAAAAAABY/bXMyksDZLls/s320/boys+dont+cry.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film: Boys Don’t Cry&lt;br /&gt;Director: Kimberly Peirce&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Hilary Swank and Chloe Sevigny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, a true story about a lesbian Brandon Teena (Teena Brandon), is about finding out who you are as a person and finding the courage to be yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, the movie is not your typical movie. It covers controversial issues and seeing how a lesbian lives is totally “out-of-this-world”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were several questions raised throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do lesbians hide their true identity?” After seeing the movie, and basing from what I see everyday, I could say that lesbians hide their true identity, meaning their femininity, by first, cutting their hair short – as short as males do; second, hide their breasts by wearing a tight bandeau or tension bandages; thirdly, they cross-dress by wearing male clothes – jeans, sweaters, polo’s, boots or sneakers. Basically, that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Some radical lesbians even become transgendered for them to be “fully males”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are lesbians unaccepted in some societies?” The answer I have coming from the movie is that some still think that it is an abnormality. Being a lesbian, for others, means that they are abnormal and that they have a genetic defect. Also, based from the movie, when Lana’s mom found out that Brandon was a lesbian, they immediately bashed her and saying that she was abnormal, and the scene where Brandon’s friend back in Lincoln was trying to make Brandon a girl because she is really a girl and that no one would accept her for what she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do societies react with lesbians?” Seeing from the movie, discrimination is the obvious way some societies react with the third-sex in general. People constantly avoid those people whom they consider to be abnormal – lesbian or gay. People also see these lesbians or gays as bad people but it is the contrary. People constantly blame them for bad things. Like in the movie wherein Lana’s mother said something like “what did you do to my daughter?” I think that is an example of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can hate-crimes be avoided?” Brandon was murdered and it was considered as a hate-crime. The movie raised an important question and a way to avoid this is that the victims must speak out. The crime committed against Brandon – rape – was a result of hate and prejudice since he/she was abnormal. Victims of this kind should stand up and act. They should file a lawsuit and demand justice. Laws on hate-crimes should be ratified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those questions raised in the movie, for me, are correct. I completely agree to it. These kinds of questions make one think about their own societies. These kinds of discrimination and prejudice against another gender are alarming since we are supposed to be living in an almost-equal society, wherein lesbianism and gayness are accepted. But since the film was set during the early 90’s, I think the present society has moved on from that kind. For me, those questions raised are also applicable to our daily lives in our society. We see people cross-dress and act like the opposite sex, and so on. Although we interact with them almost everyday, there is still a part of us that distance ourselves from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was quite moving in a way that it has a big impact on me. It moved me in a way that i sympathize those people who are experiencing or have experienced the same thing Brandon/Teena did. It made me realize that violence is really true and is out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500886897925780236-4631155458547504443?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4631155458547504443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=4631155458547504443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/4631155458547504443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/4631155458547504443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2007/07/boys-dont-cry.html' title='Boys Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/Rpo2DYpQmwI/AAAAAAAAABY/bXMyksDZLls/s72-c/boys+dont+cry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-5027873916028452977</id><published>2007-06-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:41:57.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After watching “Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros”, thoughts flooded my mind. What was on my mind was actually not about the journal entry that we’ll be required to do, I was thinking if this exact story could be true. Yes, it is fictional but what made me think about that is that, would the family of a gay preteen a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ccept him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/RmVnzX-PdYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/orhc86Q0kPU/s1600-h/maximo+oliveros+movie+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/RmVnzX-PdYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/orhc86Q0kPU/s320/maximo+oliveros+movie+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072574687608796546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; for what he is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Maxi’s experiences differed from experiences from a heterosexual male preteen. As he is established as a gay from the start of the movie until the end, his actions and reactions to everyday life is more of a typical reaction of a female. He is the nurturer in the family of 4, all male. Because of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;e absence of a mother-figure in the family, Maxi became the mother-figure missing in the family. Maxi’s character sort of balanced the family full of male. As what nurture is defined in the power point in class, one learns gender from his/her culture through socialization. As I see it, Maxi became what he is because of the absence of his father and brothers. He was left to neighbors who are female and sort of “inherited” what they were doing, saying, and wearing. Maxi was a nurturer but he was still “macho” inside. He stood up for his brothers and father. He still saw them as good people despite the fact that they were really the bad guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Of course, in our society, we only have a little tolerance for gayness. But what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;was s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;urprising was that Maxi’s family embraced his gayness and accepted him for what he is. I guess his family saw that if Maxi was as aggressive as they were, no one would prepare dinner for them or at least take care of them after a day’s work. Traditionally, we see men as the worker not the nurturer. Many men are still in the work area but slowly women are also joining in the workforce. Based from the movie, the whole outfit of Maxi would be the one a female of his age – baby t-shirts, colorful clips, short shorts, and headbands. Most of the straight males would probab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ly do some thing else just to not wear those things. They consider it degrading to their masculinity. Traditionally, females also would not wear men’s clothes since it is not lady-like and their parents would see to it that their daughters and sons wear the appropriate attire for them. Another thing, men would not prepare food for their family. It is the duty of the females in the house. It is the duty of the females to prepare food, clean the house, and do the laundry. But that was the traditional way. Nowadays, men would prepare food for their family, do the laundry, and clean the house. The distribution of house chore is now balanced since both sexes are now members of the workforce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/RmVn8X-PdZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/exdvmKSNKz4/s1600-h/maxi+and+victor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/RmVn8X-PdZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/exdvmKSNKz4/s320/maxi+and+victor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072574842227619218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Biologically, Maxi is still a man. He still has the external genitalia a male has. But that is only the preliminary measure. Hormonal activity may play a role why he is gay. He may have estrogen flowing in his veins together with testosterone. One or two scenes from the movie, Maxi was picked on by his brothers and said, “meron ka no?” every time his mood swings. But in reality, men also have hormonal cycles which could affect the men’s mood/behavior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In the end, Maxi is still man even though he acts, dresses and talks like a female. Good for him his family accepts him for who he is. It is inspiring for those who want to get out of the closet. I could repeat watching that movie and still be awed by it. It really deserves the awards it got in the past and would be getting in the near future.&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/3500886897925780236-5027873916028452977?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5027873916028452977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=5027873916028452977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/5027873916028452977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/5027873916028452977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2007/06/ang-pagdadalaga-ni-maximo-oliveros.html' title='Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/RmVnzX-PdYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/orhc86Q0kPU/s72-c/maximo+oliveros+movie+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500886897925780236.post-3163990873961082207</id><published>2007-05-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:47:27.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on being a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This entry is quite biased since I only got to interview one side since my dad was not available for me to interview since he was out of town. Interviewing my aunt for the first entry in our journal for our Genders class, it was quite a tough question to be just answered with a sentence or two, according to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Being a female doesn’t mean to be of a weaker sex. Essentially, being a woman requires much more than physical strength. Being a woman also requires strength emotionally and mentally. Strength to carry a child in her womb for nine months and have to risk her life to just give birth to a beautiful baby. Strength to go through monthly periods, PMS, and dysmenorrhea and actually cope up with the mood swings that comes with it; emotional strength to cope up with discrimination in the work area for just being a female. Being a woman requires strength to be a wife, a mother, a sister, and an employee all at the same time. As they say, a woman has multiple burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            After interviewing my aunt, I found out that we have basically the same thing in mind. For me, being a woman goes beyond being able to reproduce the next generation. Being a woman is harder as it may seem to the other sex. Being able to juggle work, family, and health all at the same time is quite amazing! Seeing my mother taking care of me and my dad; seeing her do most of the household chores like laundering, cooking meals, ironing clothes, and cleaning the house; seeing her do her job and being able to travel because of work amazes me. It makes me wonder if I could also do that when I get older and start having a family of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Although we are living in a quite “free and liberal” society, females are actually discriminated when they don’t turn out to be what society expects them to be. If a woman turns out to be a member of the third sex, they look at her as if she is some kind of a criminal. We are dictated by society how to act, thus making our society not so free and liberal after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As what our professor in GENDERS said in our first meeting, everything is constructed. Our views on gender are quite constructed also. We judge them instantly and turn our heads away even before we truly see what they are. As a member of the female species, females should have as much choices males also have. We should also have a say on whether we like to carry a baby and risk our lives for them. I am not saying that we should legalize abortion or anything like that; I’m saying that we should have a choice on when we should have babies and whether we really like to risk our lives for them. Choices are limited for us females, especially here in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;            After doing the activity last Friday, I could conclude that our views regarding different genders are quite constructed. We typically stereotype the straight women and men, the gays, the lesbians, and the trans-gendered. We judge them according to what they wear and project, and also how they speak.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I also realized that everyone could be a gay, a lesbian, or a bi-sexual. They could look like everyone else and would act like everyone else. Like in our society, many gays are still hiding in closets since they think society would put them down and might even discriminate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I think there are reasons why we stereotype other genders. We want to easily determine who is what. We want to be not guessing every time we meet a new person. We want to be easily informed of what they truly are.&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/3500886897925780236-3163990873961082207?l=thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/feeds/3163990873961082207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3500886897925780236&amp;postID=3163990873961082207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/3163990873961082207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500886897925780236/posts/default/3163990873961082207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespotlightisonme.blogspot.com/2007/05/thoughts-on-being-woman.html' title='Thoughts on being a woman'/><author><name>gelamerce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840079706798702265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxcffCqJRvY/SVz6-ZW7EAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw8W4FwCDCg/S220/SPM-A0695.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
