<?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-2823092000273208258</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:06:53.377+08:00</updated><category term='ASTREA'/><category term='TRACE EVIDENCE'/><category term='SHOPPING'/><category term='STAR SIGNS'/><category term='TO DO'/><category term='WORLD IS AN OYSTER'/><category term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category term='DORM LIVING'/><category term='LOVE'/><category term='FAMILY'/><category term='LAW SCHOOL'/><category term='PAST TIME'/><category term='GREETINGS'/><title type='text'>---</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-1489655158847962568</id><published>2009-04-05T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:14:36.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASTREA'/><title type='text'>Congratulatons attorney friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me congratulate all my friends who passed the Bar Exams 2008 especially to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atty. Vanessa Raymundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who landed on the tenth spot of the Bar Topnotchers. I am so proud of you dear!!! The moment Justice Tinga announced your name I felt like collapsing as if it was my name announced. Idol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sorority sisters, Congratulations. AD ASTRA ASPIRA!!! You've finally reached the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Divi Bles Defante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Wilhelmina Mojet Dayag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To MES Divi, the burden that you had to carry as you traverse the journey to the bar was not ordinary as compared to the other sisses. That same burden that I also have almost made me give up this journey that I haven't even finished a greater part of it. But you, you made it through until you reached your star. You inspired me to keep moving forward despite the challenge that we have. You are my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my fraternity brothers, congratulations as well, most especially to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Emmanuel Castillo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among the brothers who took the bar exams, I consider you as my closest brod after all the laugh trips after each Sunday, you deserve a special greeting on my blog! hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to my La Salle friends, I am so proud of you! Gone were the days when we just lounge in the backseats of the Miguel classrooms, laughing our ass out, if not bashing our favorite rivals. That was our biggest battle at that time. Now my friends, you are now authorized to fight your battles inside the court room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your triumph, it gave me a brighter way towards the bar. If you guys can, why can't I? We all have the same wave length anyway!!! haha* I just pray that we have the same fate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, thank you for without your success I wouldn't be having this burning passion and belief that in 2011 we will call each other compañero and compañeras!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Katherine Villena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Jacqueline Palmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Eric Juan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Ysidra May Kintanar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Timothy David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Kaye Clemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my dear friends and sisters who were not able to rejoice, do not be disheartened. To borrow the words of brother &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atty. Delbert Clifford Buena+, &lt;/span&gt;"they can only delay me, but they cannot deny my destiny". You will all reach your stars. If not 2008, then 2009!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brod Delbert, rest in peace. You made it!!! Fiat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-1489655158847962568?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/1489655158847962568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=1489655158847962568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1489655158847962568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1489655158847962568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/04/hopeful.html' title='Congratulatons attorney friends!'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2462919840255602312</id><published>2009-03-31T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:44:38.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>My Post Some Years Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came across one of my blogs and I read some of the posts. I just want to share what I've written before. This writing shows how clueless I was about the law. It made me laugh especially when I said that we should start imposing taxes on the churches. Clearly unlearned of the law. hehe*** anyway just read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;January 27, 2005&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;a name="110702041166359382"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://accoloma.blogspot.com/2005/01/house-bill-no-3555-bitter-pill.html"&gt;House Bill No. 3555: The Bitter Pill!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have I become so aloof? I try to watch the news everyday to get me updated with what's happening in the corner and I'm not hiding in a cave, pero bakit ngayon ko lang nabalitaan na napasa na sa House of Representatives pala ang VAT Restructuring Bill? Hindi ko man lang nabalitaan na pinag-uusapan na ito sa Congress! I guess I was just bombarded with sensationalized news, those petty street crimes, and all, that I failed to notice the bigger and more important news. Or siguro, ganun lang talaga kagaling mag-conduct ng railroad/marathon sessions ng Congress lalu kapag may pressure from the President?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is ironic that I have little knowledge of economics, taxation, and all samantalang it has been my mom's job even before I was born. I must say that I have limited knowledge about taxation, so limited that any layman without formal education would even understand. Anyway, I'm not going to deal with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm aware that it is a part of the program of the Arroyo Administration and I also know about the nation's worsening fiscal problems. I understand the effort of the government in implementing measures to save our nation, but I just feel for the poor people. Definitely they are the ones who'll be affected greatly. Although there are major considerations in exempting the basic commodities, such as rice, corn, fish (bangus, tilapia, galunggong), eggs, noodles, fruits, beef, pork, and chicken. Paano ang mga sardinas, paano na kung ang isda ilagay sa lata, na hindi exempted sa VAT? Ergo, prices will still increase right?! And I'm wondering why independent power producers, and other cosmetic services are exempted from VAT? And I'm talking about cosmetic surgeries here, alright! Hindi naman kayang i-afford ng mga mahihirap ang magbayad ng ganung kalaki para lang sa pagpapaganda. My point here is, oo nga at we have to take the 'bitter pill' as Zubiri put it, para maligtas ang mamamayan sa mas malaking problema but the thing is, ang laki na ng pasanin ng consumers walang katapusang pagtaas ng gasolina, electricity, water, products and services, tapos tataas ulit hindi naman tumataas ang sweldo nila?! Bakit hindi kasi i-consider ang pagpataw ng buwis sa mga exempted gaya ng.... simbahan, maybe?! O kaya, mas mahigpit na monitoring sa mga hindi nagbabayad ng buwis. Ang daming negosyante ang hindi nagbabayad ng tamang buwis... Hmm, I should know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart goes out to the poor Filipino. Personally, hindi ganun kasakit ang nararamdaman ko sa pagtaas ng VAT kasi hindi ako nagtratrabaho, kung may pera man ako bigay lang sa akin yun. Sa tuwing titignan ko ang resibo ng mga binili ko sa tuwing mag-shshopping ako, iniisip ko kung san napupunta yung 10% ng binayaran ko. Kung hindi ko pala nabalitaan ang pagincrease ng VAT, magugulat na lang pala ako sa pagtingin ko sa resibo ko next time... Ako, napapansin ko ang epekto ng VAT, paano pa kaya yung simpleng mamamayan na walang humpay sa pagtrabaho. Pagod at pawis ang puhunan para sa perang kikitain pero saan mapupunta sa VAT na pambayad sa basic services? Pero malala situation ng bansa kung hindi kikilos ng mga ganyang alternatibo ang pamahalaan anong mangyayari sa atin in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung saan talaga ako lulugar sa issue na ito. Pero kung bitter pill nga ito, sana hindi naman ganun katagal ang pagtiis ng mga Pilipino sa pag-inom ng gamot na ito". Sana hindi ma-immune ang mga kawawang Pilipino, Gaya ng sinabi ni Mr. Palengke, sana ito ay "sunset provision" lang. Kapag naka-recover ng konti ang bansa (sana talaga matupad ang recovery!), sana i-reduce nila ulit ang VAT. Sana tuparin ni Joe de Venecia at ni Nograles ang pangako nilang reduction ng VAT kapag nag-improve na ang fiscal problems ng bansa. Hanggang kailan kaya magtitiis ang Pilipino? Sana hindi ganun katagal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa Senado kaya, ganun din kaya kabilis ang pagpasa nito gaya sa House of Representatives? Sabi kasi ni Drilon, gagawin ang lahat para mapasa ito in the soonest possible time...Hmmm... Ano kaya gagawin ng opposition senators para dito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, can I just say, bakit nagiging trend na ata ng mga elected leaders ang pag-walk out kapag hindi maganda ang pinatutunguhan ng usapan/ debate nila? I just notice it, at kahit mas suportado ko ang ilan sa mga Congressman na nagwalk out nung isang araw, tingin ko hindi tama ginagawa nila. Sana tinapos na lang nila properly ang session para alam nila kung anong ending, kahit hindi in favor sa kanila, at least alam nila gagawin nila... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-2462919840255602312?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2462919840255602312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2462919840255602312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2462919840255602312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2462919840255602312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-post-some-years-back.html' title='My Post Some Years Back'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7434975407380588423</id><published>2009-03-31T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:50:16.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>getting a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past years had been very stressful for me. Traversing the law school journey had so much to do with it. Since I entered law school, I started to gain weight! I am uncontrollably at the brink of becoming obese! And I absolutely abhor that fact. Just this evening I saw my picture taken 2 years ago. I can't believe how far I've become now from my shape in that picture. Aside from that, I became a constant visitor of the emergency room of UST from throbbing head pain to acute gastritis to emergency appendectomy. Although it would be quite unfair to blame it all on the stress caused by law school, but much of the change in my lifestyle was caused by such that lead me to this various sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking, is the law life really for me?! hehe* I am still in law school, I have a two-three semesters left before I plunge in to the biggest battle but as of this writing I feel so unhealthy, old, and ugly!!! All for the law degree. All for the ATTORNEY! Mabuhay naman kaya ako long enough to reap all the efforts I devoted in studying law?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bare with my drama... Wala lang talaga ako masulat na iba. I just want to write all my brain farts in this blog. I kept on swearing that I'll update my blog often, I'll revive this blog, blah blah blah... Yet you will notice that my latest posts are like 1 or 2 months apart from the last post.&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman I want to limit my blog to posts that are sensible, something that are acceptable to the public, something that would not defame me in the future when I look back at my writings. The thing is, what if I don't have anything sensible to say? That would leave my blog rotten and my mind cluttered... It has been cluttered ever since but at least I believe that writing is therapeutic. So I have to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I want to do now is to write unabashedly about my thoughts, apprehensions, dreams, and hopes in life. If this blog would look lame, mundane (as it has been naman eversince, feelingera!) then so be it. This will be my outlet from all the stress in law school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta I just want to organize my life. I want to do a lot of things. I've become a slave of this cloth bound books, tons of cases, highlighters, etc... I need to get a life... Seriously!&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/2823092000273208258-7434975407380588423?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7434975407380588423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7434975407380588423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7434975407380588423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7434975407380588423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-life.html' title='getting a life'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7297437771839704151</id><published>2009-03-14T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:38:51.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sembreak: Tax professor rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the official start of my sembreak. After this week, I'm off to enroll for the summer term which will last for a month. I have to make this sacrifice 'coz it will be a lot harder for the first semester of the next school year if I let this summer pass by just bumming. Few more semesters left before the bar exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been relieved that this semester is over. However, I'm a bit disappointed because of the possibility of failing Taxation 1. To begin with, my semester started with optimism and enthusiasm about the subject. I've been hearing about tax since birth, seriously! However, this vigor deteriorated gradually as begin to immerse myself with the subject. I realized that the wordings of the law on taxation are two technical that no layman would understand it outright. The sadder part is that our professor who happens to be a topnotcher in the CPA board exam, a topnotcher in the Bar examinations, a current Commissioner in one of the most controversial government agencies as of this writing, did not help us understand the subject. Instead, he bombarded us with tons of cases that grappled our time and effort. I know we are trained to read a lot of cases, then who am I to complain if you may ask? The thing is instead of giving us a brief background about the subject, he gave us the list of cases and started to conduct recitations. I was able to survive the recitation rounds without passing but I was like a robot who just loaded all the data in my memory but that's only good for a couple of minutes, then my mind bugs down.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of all this, I got a very low grade in the exam. It is by far the lowest grade I ever received in my entire academic life! Although I don't fret on that part after all no one passed in the class and my grade is still relatively on the average. But we were all surprised when we received our booklets. All of us were confident that we'll pass. However this person seemed to have a different approach on the questions. No one got the right answer in what seemed to be the easiest question in the exam. Hell, I even mentioned the corresponding jurisprudence applicable and yet, I got a big fuggin* X mark on that number! We checked our books and some of us even answered in verbatim. But still!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not only that, I compared my answer to my classmate who got the highest grade in the class. It was with regard to an objective question. My answer was more complete as compared to my classmate. I even checked the books again. And yet, compared to my classmate, I was 3 points short of the grade that my classmate had. Unfair to highest level!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I know that I have bleak chances of passing the subject. But I don't really feel too bad about it (emphasis on the word too). Of course, I'd be very disappointed after all the effort and time I've put through it. But the thing is, what can I do with an unfair teacher? What can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind a teacher who flunks half of the class if not the entire class, if I know that teacher really puts time to aid their students understand the subject. That is not spoon feeding.  If the student still failed despite the effort of the teacher, then  no regrets. By all means the problem is really with the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher covered the Tax Code sections 35 - 104 in 2 1/2 hours!!! Beat that! Try to read the provisions of the NIRC. Hell, does he expect that all of us have an idea of what the words written in the code are that we can absorb everything in one sitting? It is not like the Revised Penal Code or the New Civil Code that has provisions that even if you're drowsy or sleepy, still you'd get the gist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOXIC!!! He even required the class to submit a case digest on the cases assigned. 200 cases and rulings if I estimated it right. I was able to make half of it. Not bad. And we had to submit that in his office in Ortigas! shet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for the passing grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-7297437771839704151?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7297437771839704151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7297437771839704151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7297437771839704151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7297437771839704151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/03/sembreak-tax-professor-rant.html' title='sembreak: Tax professor rant'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-670118836955051434</id><published>2009-02-19T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:25:48.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>facebooking in the wee hours</title><content type='html'>pakshet! for some reason, I can't log in to my blogger account in our library. Much as i wanted to blog, I can't. Screw that free internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that's why I missed surfing the internet. It's 3 in the morning already and I am nursing this throbbing pain in my head again. Yet I am still here glued to the monitor, blogging. Actually, I am playing in Facebook. The sorority game thing is quite addicting. I'm just waiting for my energy level to load up that's why I had the chance to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I terribly missed the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the student council had the elections yesterday. And I am very happy about the results of the elections. Most of the candidates I voted won in the elections. Ok, I'm going to blog about that sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta. My mind is cluttered with so many things, ideas, apprehensions, etc. The school pressure is just too much to handle. I might die any minute! hehe kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really I am frigging stressed out! I badly needed to unwind...&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/2823092000273208258-670118836955051434?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/670118836955051434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=670118836955051434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/670118836955051434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/670118836955051434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebooking-in-wee-hours.html' title='facebooking in the wee hours'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-8297645794499841076</id><published>2009-02-16T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:00:40.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>tax on the 14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Much as I wanted to just chill on heart's day, I can't. I have Tax class on that day. So I have to spend the morning in the dorm reading the Tax Code which is more like reading a Morse code, then head off to school for the two hour class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how to approach chubs on this special day. Well I got a gift for him. White chocolates which I molded and that's where I wrote my message. I don't know how to give this to him without my classmates seeing it. But no matter how I hide it, still my sorority sis wanted to see my gift for him and she wanted to see his reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the class, we went to Trinoma for our short mall date! I can say that this is quite a unique valentines since we opted to ride a jeepney on our way to the mall. Well not that we're cheapskates. Most of the PUVs - FX and taxis are loaded so if we waited for an FX or a taxi, perhaps we'll spend the valentines in Morayta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed by the huge crowd in front of the mall. But there's no turning back, we're hungry! So no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dined in Italiannis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was whining like a kid when I asked him why he didn't give me flowers. I know it's uncalled for pero nagpapacute lang ako noh. Anyway, he gave me this blue paper and three pieces of local chocolates which you'll find only in the sidewalks of Morayta. I didn't read the letter at once. He didn't want me to. So I just read it in the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended quite fast. After dinner, he gave me his gift which was a Teal Little Miss Lawyer tshirt, then walked some more, then finally, go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am not supposed to narrate about my Valentines date. I am supposed to blog about a very romantic letter that I received that day. Yes, it was from him. I can't stop the tears falling as I read the letter. I may not have received a bouquet that I always wished for but I had the sweetest, most romantic gift ever- that blue letter, the one that bears his heart.&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/2823092000273208258-8297645794499841076?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/8297645794499841076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=8297645794499841076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8297645794499841076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8297645794499841076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/02/tax-on-14th.html' title='tax on the 14th'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7206539791876855667</id><published>2009-02-05T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:18:55.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>Loaded</title><content type='html'>Loaded and cluttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two adjectives perfectly describes what my mind is feeling right now. That seemed to be contradictory, mind=feeling. Anyhow, just bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's barely a week since I had the last midterm exam in one of my subjects. And next week, I'll have my final exam in an elective subject. The week after, in a 3 unit subject. Not to mention the tons of homeworks due for each subjects. This is torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to feel that I am losing my sanity because of all the pressure coming from school. And being the worry-wart that I am, the pressure heats up even more every time I think about my mom's health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not living! I am a robot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, I got Noy to keep me sane. I broke down just last night because I couldn't take all these anymore. He made me ponder on how I am wasting my time worrying. Because of that, I felt slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's really cluttered with too much stuff. I want to do a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to blog again. I swear. haha I have a new layout. This is a lot cuter than my other designs. haha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7206539791876855667?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7206539791876855667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7206539791876855667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7206539791876855667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7206539791876855667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/02/loaded.html' title='Loaded'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-1423435607645604584</id><published>2009-01-03T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:12:55.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAST TIME'/><title type='text'>Best of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;1) BUDDY OF THE YEAR?&lt;/div&gt; 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i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;20) NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;&gt; fulfill all your past resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&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/2823092000273208258-1423435607645604584?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/1423435607645604584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=1423435607645604584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1423435607645604584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1423435607645604584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-of-2008.html' title='Best of 2008'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6907213561226471555</id><published>2008-12-22T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:34:35.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>Scrapblogging for the holidays</title><content type='html'>I wasn't able to keep my promise of updating this blog. I am too busy. But now that it's a holiday, I'll get the chance to blog once again. I am thinking of posting my wishlist here. But it will be useless since I try to keep my blog anonymous from my friends and family. So they'll not be able to read what I want. Anyway, I am just gonna post my personalized e-card. This is what I am sending to my family and relatives abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="312" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=1195811&amp;amp;showShareButton=true&amp;amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;amp;partnerId=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=1195811&amp;amp;showShareButton=true&amp;amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;amp;partnerId=1" height="312" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-6907213561226471555?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6907213561226471555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6907213561226471555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6907213561226471555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6907213561226471555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrapblogging-for-holidays.html' title='Scrapblogging for the holidays'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-1836553442164085613</id><published>2008-10-28T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:53:35.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>Star sign reads today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your latest health concern should be addressed quickly -- that way you will know it's nothing to worry about sooner! This should serve as a good wake up call toward taking better care of your physical self. Drinking more water, taking more walks, and eating more vegetables are all good things you're not doing enough of! Drastic measures aren't required to be healthier -- making small changes that you can live with is the only thing you need to do in order to make your next checkup more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Yah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this afternoon, I was shocked when a gooey fluid dripped from my wound. I didn't want to move at all and was at the brink of fainting. I was rushed to the emergency room only to find out that it's just a normal secretion after a surgery. *sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear I am serious at getting myself healthy and fit. It's been so long since I realized that I am almost obese, and yet I did nothing to prevent myself from being what I am right now. After my surgery, I had so many realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am really dead-serious to achieve my goals for my health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose weight- back to 115 lbs. 31% of ... you will be gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthier foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect hydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more double chin! bloatness! shortness of breath!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha* yun na. Game!&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/2823092000273208258-1836553442164085613?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/1836553442164085613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=1836553442164085613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1836553442164085613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1836553442164085613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-sign-reads-today.html' title='Star sign reads today:'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7516661790664590084</id><published>2008-10-25T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:50:32.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>Ad Astra Aspira</title><content type='html'>"a rough road will lead to a star..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I reached one of my stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I got my grades and was able to enroll for the second semester. Although I am not so satisfied with my grade in one of the minor subjects, I am still very happy and thankful that I passed all the subjects. I got high grades in the major subjects, was able to meet the QPI, and the best part of it, I made it to the Dean's List!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the drama and adventures that traversed the past semester, school adjustment, sickness, love issues, hectic schedule, I still reached my goals. I couldn't be more thankful... I couldn't make it through without the Divine Intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the Glory! Hail dear Mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enrollment was as usual, such a hassle. But I am still in high spirits despite waiting in vain, despite hunger, despite the pain in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 19 units this semester. This is hell tougher than my 16 units the previous semester. But just like my previous post about the life of a slacker, the first illustration depicts how revved up I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't be the same slacker as I did before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can and somebody is beside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on charging the mountain!&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/2823092000273208258-7516661790664590084?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7516661790664590084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7516661790664590084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7516661790664590084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7516661790664590084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/ad-astra-aspira.html' title='Ad Astra Aspira'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6809733014172455163</id><published>2008-10-22T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:47:35.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORLD IS AN OYSTER'/><title type='text'>first day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What better way to spend my first day out after a successful operation? There's none except to pay homage to the Redemptorist Church- Home of Dear Mother of Perpetual Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't say that I am a devotee of the Mother of Perpetual Help. But whenever I have the time, I go with my mom to the Church for the novena. Although I read my prayer book before I sleep, slip it inside my pocket whenever I go out, or touch her image posted on my wall or in my codals. Does that make me a devotee? Not still , right?! But I have strong faith with Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted all my petitions to Her. And she has granted all of it in the most perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day before I was rushed to the hospital, I went here for the novena mass. I gave thanks for a good medical examination results for my mother. I lifted my little prayers such as passing my Property subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after, I undergone a successful surgery. And I found out that I passed Property. So despite the lingering pain, I never had any doubts whether to visit Her and give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SP9CZeDuRlI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JzoQGkYYq-c/s1600-h/...1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SP9CZeDuRlI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JzoQGkYYq-c/s400/...1440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995895124870738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't walk any farther so we just stayed in the bench nearest to the Church door. While waiting for the next novena, I took my phone, looked up to the sky, and got this magnificent shot of the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, sitting, waiting for the next novena. This is the best picture of myself after walking under the scorching heat of the sun with a speed like a turtle, and while wearing green and white striped pajama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SP9CZo5JU0I/AAAAAAAAB7s/94hcs7JoXAk/s1600-h/...1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SP9CZo5JU0I/AAAAAAAAB7s/94hcs7JoXAk/s400/...1442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995898033296194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything dear Mother... I love you.&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/2823092000273208258-6809733014172455163?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6809733014172455163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6809733014172455163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6809733014172455163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6809733014172455163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-day-out.html' title='first day out'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SP9CZeDuRlI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JzoQGkYYq-c/s72-c/...1440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-8751816921785179759</id><published>2008-10-21T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:09:28.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORLD IS AN OYSTER'/><title type='text'>Bye Appendix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/74/3"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.accoloma.multiply.com/image/4/photos/74/300x300/3/1385.jpg?et=5e28zVWYh,Sls3wWJWY2ow&amp;amp;nmid=121200697" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had an emergency appendectomy last Thursday. What I thought was yet another usual stomach upset turned out to be an experience of a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I woke up with an excruciating pain from my stomach. I just thought that it was caused by the missed bowel movement that day. But soon as I did my thing, the worst followed. Non-stop vomiting every hour, even every 15 minutes... I didn't want to take anything orally not even medications because my stomach will just reject it. And it was even more painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;At first I didn't want to tell my mom about what I was feeling. But I was chilling already and the pain was overwhelming that I had to rush downstairs and call Ate Chona for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I took a bath, anticipating that it would be my last for the coming days. Soon as mom arrived, they rushed me to the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The doctors didn't give any medications initially. I was still under observation. Pain was still there although a bit tolerable than when I was at home. I was more comfortable in the emergency room with lesser trips to the comfort room to vomit once more. My complete blood count was taken. The results were released after two hours. It revealed that my white blood cell count was high. At that time, mom was already mad because the resident doctors didn't inform my physician that I was in the emergency room which was a usual procedure to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;When my doctor knew about it, he immediately went to me and instructed to inject nexium for the pain. He made palpations in my stomach and concluded that it was appendicitis. That was the initial findings of the resident doctors as well. He then instructed to put me in admission, put IV, and no food nor water intake for the next hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I was sent to my room using a stretcher as I couldn't sit comfortably in a wheel chair anymore. We waited for the final assessment of the surgeon. Several resident doctors entered my room. Some were under my gastroenterologist while some were under the surgeon. The surgeon finally arrived at 10 in the evening. Without conducting any palpation or auscultation, he already said let's go. I'll see you in the operating room in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;That was it. I was not given the opportunity to reject. Time was of the essence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The nurse assisted me in changing my clothes to hospital gown, placed me in the stretcher, and went to the operating room. Although I still had a few last minute text messages sent to  my friend. Then after that, I gave my phone to mom. I thought that she could go with me inside the operating room. But she wasn't allowed anymore. Good thing she was able to kiss me while we were still in the room and she slipped my little prayer book in between my left hand and the splint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I just smiled at her to make her feel that I am ok. But I was actually scared. That was my first major operation. But I take inspiration from her since she's been through several surgery in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The anaesthesiologist talked with me and then informed me of what to expect. Afterwards, the anaesthesia was injected to me. Only a few minutes after that, I was numb already. Later did I know, I was asleep and the operation started already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I woke up in the middle of the operation. I thought that they opened my whole stomach. I even heard my surgeon asked the anaesthesiologist if I was awake. At that time, I was looking at my blood pressure projected in the monitor above my head. The doctor patted my head and told me to just go to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Then the operation was over. I was placed in the recovery room. But I really wanted to go back to my room already. It took me two hours to stabilize and my sensation return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Mom and Kuya was asleep when I returned. Mama was relieved. Another medication was injected so I didn't get to know what happened next. Although I still remember that one of the resident surgeons visited me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The following morning I began to feel the pain. Although most of the day I was asleep. Several doctors and nurses enter my room every so often to monitor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The next day was hell. I was instructed to stand and walk and so I did. It was painful. I couldn't cough not even move and my left hand where the IV was injected started to swell. I cried several times because of either the pain in my wound or in my left hand while antibiotics was injected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Some friends and relatives visited me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Sooner I began to feel better. Pain was still there. Going to the cr was just a futile attempt. But I did it through the help of my mom and Uncle Ruben. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Now I am here at home. Still in the recovery process. I am very happy and grateful to God that He cured me from my sickness and He has given me such a wonderful family and friends who prayed and supported me in every way that they can. Not only that, He also blessed me with a good news as I passed my Property subject this semester. Just a few more, all will be great. I know God will give it to me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I am just sad as I had to bid good bye to my little appendix who's been with me throughout all the food trips. I wasn't able to see him but I know he is now resting... haha*&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-8751816921785179759?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/8751816921785179759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=8751816921785179759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8751816921785179759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8751816921785179759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-appendix.html' title='Bye Appendix'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2589483192176216377</id><published>2008-10-20T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:07:31.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>Slacker: Crammer: Life of a student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't seen my grades for this semester yet. Some of my classmates saw it already. Some got good results, others didn't. I am not yet ready. I am still in the recovery process from my emergency appendectomy. Auditing myself on how I did this semester. I saw this from another friend's blog and I realized that this is how I exactly acted the whole semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very funny. But I should stop from being this if I really want to excel. Irrespective of what my grades will be this semester, I'll stop from being this kind of student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Every New Semester:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wkgAoKCmcAABMZSUY1/new%20sem.gif?et=%2CCinQjJEa9rvQSMpA%2B5xdg&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After First Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wk7QoKCmcAABgSgFQ1/AFTER%201ST%20WEEK.gif?et=lAQF4Xgira6mO724CKe7ww&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After Second Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wlSAoKCmcAACnfZII1/AFTER%202ND%20WEEK.gif?et=GuRmlBCKBwVBBFsqe7ec0g&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Before the Mid-Term Test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wlYwoKCmcAACUnPsQ1/BEFORE%20THE%20MID.gif?et=D076AYI8E0ZcGthtpf0C0A&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;During the Mid-Term Test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wloAoKCmcAACs-hjk1/DURING%20THE%20MID.gif?et=loj1UUDr8zEecOe%2B7UwTSQ&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After the Mid-Term Test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wlxAoKCmcAACrtf181/AFTER%20THE%20MID.gif?et=RWAFxBS6HutWQHJXXk8TXw&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Before the Final Exams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmFAoKCmcAADLaQTU1/BEFORE%20THE%20FINAL.gif?et=93GOX6%2BVDSBVhrZJ9nlKqg&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Once Get to Know the Final Exam Schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmMAoKCmcAAD5hj681/FINAL%20EXAM%20SCHEDULE.gif?et=xj4BKC9zIcAM1UNtUsC%2B5Q&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmRwoKCmcAADQAaVM1/7%20DAYS.gif?et=wohEegrTWinoZppZjZysFQ&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-woEwoKCmcAAFW-4t81/6%20DAYS.gif?et=1przPSOpRSLJtvzR%2BLDNXw&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wn7woKCmcAAF8iCqs1/5%20DAYS.gif?et=riGoIv7%2C%2BT2RHiCUEEm0MA&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnwgoKCmcAAFLL2981/4%20DAYS.gif?et=2kFXA7SqG2kIahcohrvY2w&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnogoKCmcAAFag8tw1/3%20DAYS.gif?et=nxrzB86NEk95nzTIZaobNA&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnfQoKCmcAAEkxv@41/2%20DAYS.gif?et=o8taz5wuLI7qfDqgibSoSw&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1 Day Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnWwoKCmcAAFLL27Y1/1%20DAY.gif?et=7oiMwOvJLwlKonLJLugPlw&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Night Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnLAoKCmcAAEZ@75k1/THE%20NIGHT.gif?et=po6t33EBGd7HBv7IZthT4A&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1 Hour Before the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnAAoKCmcAAErhxsI1/1%20HOUR.gif?et=%2BIZfp4UfcMBlYLGhm7VldQ&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;During the Final Exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmzwoKCmcAADsBhr01/DURING%20THE%20FINAL.gif?et=f%2CqC%2B1hnK3Bx0VlHFYgmIA&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Once Walk Out From the Examination Hall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmngoKCmcAAD5jkfU1/WALK%20OUT.gif?et=ehQY3AvOIggWjbHUtTaedg&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After the Final Exam, During the Holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmcgoKCmcAAD-51441/AFTER%20FINAL.gif?et=rrSJooxMalJ0zncKHq9GrQ&amp;amp;nmid=" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-2589483192176216377?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2589483192176216377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2589483192176216377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2589483192176216377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2589483192176216377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/slacker-crammer-life-of-student.html' title='Slacker: Crammer: Life of a student'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-8597824038771941814</id><published>2008-10-07T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:02:26.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHOPPING'/><title type='text'>content-free</title><content type='html'>This is yet another content free post. Literal!!! As in shallow post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mind's preoccupied with nothing but the future material acquisitions I am planning to fulfill. Should I make a list of it? Sheesh... never mind. somebody might see this blog and think how ridiculous I am for posting such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, there's nothing in my mind right now other than those. While I am supposed to be studying for my exams on Friday and Saturday. I'll do it tomorrow. Promise! And I'm gonna nail the exams in those subjects once again! As of now, I'll free my thoughts from those things then soon as I'm done, I'll study na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand myself. Just as when the semester is about to end, here I am all revved up to ace all my subjects. Too late na noh?! I'm at the brink of danger in some of my subjects. I don't even know if I'll meet the QPI eh. But I should shed off the negative vibes, I'll put the law of attraction to use! I'll pass all my subjects! I'll get high grades! I'll be in the dean's list!!! haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta I trust dear Mother of Perpetual Help for all my petitions. I lift it all to Thee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of being revved up in my studies, next semester, I swear I'm going to have some perestroika with the way I study, project myself, as in total make over! I'm not going to be this fickle-minded, plan less student. I'll stick to my game plan! And get rid of my distractions. What are these distractions?! Go figure!!! Basta I know na what to do. And then with regard to projecting myself, I'd be more fierce than ever! This semester, I opted to become a prim and proper girl. But next semester, I'll be more fiercy in all aspects. Power na 'to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-8597824038771941814?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/8597824038771941814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=8597824038771941814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8597824038771941814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8597824038771941814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/content-free.html' title='content-free'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2169433845260292645</id><published>2008-10-05T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:56:14.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>Looking Back: Reconstruct</title><content type='html'>Wala na. My blog died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two months have passed na wala man lang post. And to think that I brag this blog to one of my professors in law school ha! So many things happened in my life for the past months. All life changing and yet I didn't bother to chronicle. Why wasn't I able to blog them? It's either because I'm busy that I don't have time to go online, I'm lazy, or the things are just too complicated to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I moved in to my little box, the only chance that I can go online is when I'm in school, when I'm tired of reading my books, or when I hang out in the study lounge and pay P25 for an hour of internet usage. Limited lang talaga ang panahon ko for internet. Unlike here in our house where I can blatantly abuse the internet. Di bale, soon as I get my new notebook, I'll get an internet access account in my pad so I can go online more frequently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from limited internet access, the things that transpired in my life are just simply overwhelming that I couldn't put into words. Baka lang magkaroon ako ng mental diarrhea and divulge everything. Kawawa naman yung mga matatamaan ng mga sasabihin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are some things that are best left inside the recesses of one's mind. And all that transpired are best left that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta I just realized some things and I know that I'm growing because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubuhayin ko na tong blog ko! Swear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-2169433845260292645?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2169433845260292645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2169433845260292645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2169433845260292645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2169433845260292645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-back-reconstruct.html' title='Looking Back: Reconstruct'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2807355222528421333</id><published>2008-08-06T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:11.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASTREA'/><title type='text'>i miss my astroboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SJiNI8W7kvI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9dDqw1-DpqM/s1600-h/Astroboy001w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SJiNI8W7kvI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9dDqw1-DpqM/s400/Astroboy001w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231086151971607282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss you Astroboy. I do not know if it was a good thing that I left you on your own especially during the tough times. But this is my way of understanding you. You asked for my patience and understanding and so this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to oblige you to devote time for me even if I direly needed you today. It will just give me reasons to be disappointed with you if you can't make it, which occurs most of the time by the way.&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/2823092000273208258-2807355222528421333?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2807355222528421333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2807355222528421333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2807355222528421333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2807355222528421333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-my-astroboy.html' title='i miss my astroboy'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SJiNI8W7kvI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9dDqw1-DpqM/s72-c/Astroboy001w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7131357600137787760</id><published>2008-07-30T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:38:21.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASTREA'/><title type='text'>Salus Populi est SUPWEMA lex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are nothing but a bunch of losers! Quitter is the word that will always be synonymous to your gang as your founders are all sore quitters of the mighty fraternity of my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your foundation failed to prove their worth in the one and only fraternal organization existing at that time in the faculty of civil law of the Catholic University, that is why, you created a group but by far, of lesser type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never level to the supremacy of the brothers of the Astreans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUNAY&lt;br /&gt;PALABAN&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely reflects what kind of beings you are. Warfreaks!!!&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/2823092000273208258-7131357600137787760?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7131357600137787760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7131357600137787760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7131357600137787760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7131357600137787760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/07/salus-populi-est-supwema-lex.html' title='Salus Populi est SUPWEMA lex'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-3752987288380701786</id><published>2008-07-29T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:57:36.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>Starting over again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blog died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted anything for over a month even though I still open this site once in a while. But I only use it for my links. Other than that, this blog is useless. So many things happened that were left unsaid, unchronicled. I regret it as I won't be able to put on the details of each event anymore. Not that I can't, I just refuse to do so. It is time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am reviving this 'coz I badly need an emotional trash bin. There are a lot of events and issues that hounded me and I can't seem to cope with each of them. I have a small world right now:limited only to law school -deemed included are my fraternal relations with my brods and sisses, and my partner as this person is in law school as well. And then family. Other than that, there is none. And yet this relatively small world has caused me a lot of drama. To sum it up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was able to adjust quite fast in my new school because of common friends, brods and sisses who were already there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New sorority sisters almost got us into trouble. Luckily, we were able to get away with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life in my little box is exciting and at the same time lonely. While I get to enjoy freedom, there are times when I get out of focus. And I don't like it because it is not the reason why I am on my own after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was confined in the hospital for three days because of acute gastritis. I feared for my life because of that karekare!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;War where my brothers are involved caused me paranoia. My special someone is a brod and I am worried about his safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people seemed to be engrossed with my life that they seem to know more than what I should do. They see him in a different light while I see him in another. I will see him through my eyes and not yours! If you think that what he is doing is distasteful, and if I agree with you, just give me the decency to keep it on my own. Let us discuss our issues. Do not put him in a bad light with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That is it for the mean time. There will be more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-3752987288380701786?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/3752987288380701786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=3752987288380701786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3752987288380701786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3752987288380701786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/07/starting-over-again.html' title='Starting over again.'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-3929460384710038777</id><published>2008-06-11T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:43:55.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DORM LIVING'/><title type='text'>Changing the battlefield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day of the school year. I don't have classes on Tuesdays hence my first day will technically start tomorrow. Anyway, I went to the condo to move in some stuff this afternoon. When I passed by the car gates of my former school, I saw students in their uniforms rushing towards the gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt nostalgic as the car didn't turn right into the gates anymore. It was around 2 in the afternoon. And at that time, I know my friends are anxiously waiting for the professor. I am supposed to be with them. But reality struck once more. I am no longer a student of that university much as I would want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-838.friendster.com/e1/photos/83/85/2825838/1_289840124l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-838.friendster.com/e1/photos/83/85/2825838/1_289840124l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the view of the UST chapel from my condo unit, I realized that I haven't really moved on. I still wished that I can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But past is past. I have no choice but to move forward. I just hope that I'll learn to love my new school the way I've felt with UST. I am sad but at the same time very eager and optimistic about my future in this new battlefield. Perhaps it will take a while for me to be at home in this new battlefield but I know in time...&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-3929460384710038777?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/3929460384710038777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=3929460384710038777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3929460384710038777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3929460384710038777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/06/changing-battlefield.html' title='Changing the battlefield'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-4267339702024769572</id><published>2008-06-08T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:42:10.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAST TIME'/><title type='text'>I just stole this from another blogger. =)</title><content type='html'>I am no makeup addict. But I just took this questions to see the extent of my daily vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Foundation:&lt;/span&gt; MAC Studiofix NC35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Mascara:&lt;/span&gt; I don't wear one. But if given a chance to purchase one, I'd still go for the Maybelline Great Lash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Blush:&lt;/span&gt; MAC Peaches or Bench Cheektint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Eye Shadow:&lt;/span&gt; I don't use one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Day Cream:&lt;/span&gt; Nuderm Sunblock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Lipstick:&lt;/span&gt; would a Nivea Lipbalm in Cherry or Strawberry count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Beauty Product Brand:&lt;/span&gt; MAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Essential Beauty Product:&lt;/span&gt; my facial cleansers either Cetaphil or Neutrogena, and my trusty daily sun block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Favorite Makeup Product:&lt;/span&gt; MAC Studiofix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Perfume:&lt;/span&gt; Elizabeth Arden Green Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Nails:  &lt;/span&gt;none. au naturelle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Feet &amp;amp; My Hands:&lt;/span&gt; Nivea. But I'd love to go back to Neutrogena if money is not an issue. Since I am pretty much satisfied with Nivea and I am saving for other expenses, that would probably take a while in my priority list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Three Products to bring on a deserted island:&lt;/span&gt; Sunblock, Facial Wash, Lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Woman I admire for their beauty:&lt;/span&gt; I can't think of anyone as of now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Woman with the Best Sense of Style:&lt;/span&gt; For some reason, I like Pinky Webb's style in XXX show. Perhaps the style is functional and applicable to my new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Ultimate Dream (but I do not believe in selling my soul to the devil for it):&lt;/span&gt; I'd answer this in the context of purely superficial and materialistic sense- how's that for a disclaimer?! Anyway, my dream is to have a kick ass collection of luxurious bags and other leather goods such as Louis Vuitton or Hermes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How Do I Define Womanhood:&lt;/span&gt; it is a gender based concept which for me is just synonymous with the word personhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Favorite Fashion Publication:&lt;/span&gt; Cosmopolitan. sometimes Preview... But I veer away from this readings as it influences me with too much consumerism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any reader interested in answering this set of questions, you are free to copy and post it wherever you please. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-4267339702024769572?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/4267339702024769572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=4267339702024769572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4267339702024769572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4267339702024769572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-stole-this-from-another-blogger.html' title='I just stole this from another blogger. =)'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2700792366298061004</id><published>2008-06-05T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:46:02.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>by Britney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rivieramansion.com/ad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.rivieramansion.com/ad2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Just wanna go that extra mile for you&lt;br /&gt;Display of affection&lt;br /&gt;Feels like no one else in the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only because there is this one day that I got the chance to unwind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  the whole admission-enrollment process in my new school was such a hell. It took me 5 days to finish the entire process. A process that I get to finish in less than two days if not even a half day in the university where I enrolled for my college, and the previous one where I got debarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least, I am done going through the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That institute has no system and is undermanned. Why don't they start the enrollment in the morning instead of their usual office hours? Why can't they bring a skeletal force to assist them? There is the student council... Gosh! Basta, thank God I am done. And thank you Lord I didn't have a hard time regarding my schedule. I was able to plot my schedule according to my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2823092000273208258-2700792366298061004?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2700792366298061004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2700792366298061004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2700792366298061004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2700792366298061004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/06/by-britney.html' title='by Britney'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-5329792854331376723</id><published>2008-06-02T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:11.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREETINGS'/><title type='text'>Birthday gift at 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SEQq5cNUZQI/AAAAAAAAB3I/uXXAM-03Yb4/s1600-h/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SEQq5cNUZQI/AAAAAAAAB3I/uXXAM-03Yb4/s400/cutie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207334235460101378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must have been truly blessed to have this cute little boy in my life. He gave me this picture with a heartwarming letter written on the back as his birthday gift to me. Such a darling! I couldn't be any happier, I tell you... I am the most contented person from this day on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! ONWARD 25!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2823092000273208258-5329792854331376723?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/5329792854331376723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=5329792854331376723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5329792854331376723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5329792854331376723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-gift-at-25.html' title='Birthday gift at 25'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SEQq5cNUZQI/AAAAAAAAB3I/uXXAM-03Yb4/s72-c/cutie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-4598331806010861345</id><published>2008-06-01T03:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T04:49:56.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>More Blessings will unfold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is official. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am debarred for enrollment in the University I've grown to love for the past two years. Honestly, even if I am already prepared for the worst, I still felt sadness. I thought I wouldn't shed any tear since I've cried it all already after each final exam. I thought wrong. I felt sad when I saw my friends, when I whispered my last prayer to Mama Mary in front of Civil Law Office, when I went to our bulletin board, and when I bid goodbye to Kuya Ramon. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss my friends who have been there with me through the highs and lows of my life. Those who never laughed, smirked at me during screwed recitations. Those who help me bluff my way out during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead meat moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile is indeed a good disguise to conceal the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No one knew that I was still in pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after the verdict, I can say that I am ok. It was easy to move on. Perhaps the consolation of being able to prepare myself for the worst situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A door closed but I am hopeful that more windows will open for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-4598331806010861345?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/4598331806010861345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=4598331806010861345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4598331806010861345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4598331806010861345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-blessings-will-unfold.html' title='More Blessings will unfold'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7930021478437682393</id><published>2008-05-30T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:07:41.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><title type='text'>Posting my star signs yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Focusing on what is holding you back or what is missing is not going to get you anywhere! Right now, you need to forget about the things you don't like about your life -- because the more you think about them, the more power you are giving them. So today, put a smile on your face and be confident. And if you can't feel confident, then fake it until you do! If you can convince yourself of your value, then other people will be convinced of it, too -- and things will start changing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Timing is everything when it comes to any kind of relationship -- so you need to stop trying to rush things! Whether you're eager to hear about a job prospect, dying for the cutie to call, or impatient about when your sweetie will propose, you have to realize that you don't have any influence in this situation. Your hopes and wishes, no matter how strong they are, cannot force someone to do something that they don't want to do or aren't ready to do. Relax and focus on something else.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga eh! I am sort of PMS-ing yesterday. And I hit my favorite target once again. Ang hirap pigilan but I am certainly doing my best to improve myself. And then this star sign reading naman, I am planning to convince my brod pa man din to change his schedule so as to get a schedule that would fit mine. *sigh*&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/2823092000273208258-7930021478437682393?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7930021478437682393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7930021478437682393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7930021478437682393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7930021478437682393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/posting-my-star-signs-yesterday-and.html' title='Posting my star signs yesterday and today'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-8823336383433758761</id><published>2008-05-30T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:00:05.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>Preparing for the worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I am typing this entry, I am printing out the copy of my tentative schedule in the school where I intend to transfer (if worse comes to worst!). I am also printing the letter of intent addressed to the Associate Dean. I really do not know the outcome of my final grades which I'll be getting tomorrow. So I just prepared for another option. At least, I won't be starting from scratch if the results of my grades would not turn to my favor. At least there is contingency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out that two of my classmates failed one of our subjects. Power trip!!! We don't have an idea on how we performed in the exams because the booklets in that subject was not returned to us. We didn't see even the shadow of it!!! My friend and I assumed that my classmates failed because there were two separate incidents where these two students left a bad impression to our professor. One was caught in a fist fight with my prof's fraternity brod and the other one was caught chatting with another classmate while in class. I just do not know if the other classmate passed, but I think he did if the power trip theory was right! That other classmate is a cousin of the president of the fraternity where my professor is a member. So that may have been influential...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident had me held back my hopes in meeting the QPI. I am really clueless. If I pass this one, I can still dream of reaching the QPI. If I don't, then I'm out of the university, I am fine. Anyway this is a 2 unit subject in my present school while it is a 3 unit subject in the other one. Pass or fail, if I transfer, I am still going to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-8823336383433758761?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/8823336383433758761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=8823336383433758761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8823336383433758761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8823336383433758761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/preparing-for-worst.html' title='Preparing for the worst'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-5822513925875981593</id><published>2008-05-28T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T03:59:53.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>Rants and Delays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I received an information from a classmate that I passed the most dreadful subjects I enrolled last semester, there has been changes in the plans. Last week, my mind is already set that I am moving to another university since I can sense that I didn't reach the QPI. I am supposed to be done with the admission process now in the university where I intend to transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the plans didn't push through because passing those subjects gave me a tinge of hope that tells me that I should wait for a few more days until I see all my grades and finally compute my QPI. Suffice to say, that previous statement implies that I am hoping that I pass the rest of my subjects. I am still waiting for two more. *sigh the agony in waiting. I don't understand why this school has to prolong our agony. Could it be a training for the future- when I wait for my bar exam results?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I already applied for my honorable dismissal, transcript documents, and I am done with my letter of intent. Now I have to revise it just in case. Hassle! If I don't get any clearance slip by Friday, I have no choice but to hustle my way to the university nearby! I have to get through the admissions at once before the enrollment of the irregular starts. Enrollment is on my birthday! What a way to spend the day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my mind is set- wardrobe overhaul, move in to a condo unit situated in an area more convenient to the other university, tentative class schedule, etc... I am still waiting for the clearance day. I don't want to regret that I gave up right away and didn't wait. I can feel that my grades are way far from reaching the QPI but who knows, God might make another miracle?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, ranting ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am disappointed with some of my law school friends. They give such a big fuss over sample exams. It became an issue which I am clueless about, and I only found out about it through another friend. And since they made an issue out of this, and I didn't know that they have hard feelings towards me because of this, I am giving what they want! Hmf! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di lang kayo ang marunong magtampo noh!!! &lt;/span&gt;*haha* as if they know this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found out that I shared a sample exam to my sorority sister who happens to be a classmate as well, when they told me beforehand that I can't share it to anyone else in the class because the other group in our class doesn't share theirs. One of them even questioned our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I shared it with my sis not because she is a sorority sister but because she is my friend! She never left me during the times when I needed someone to listen to all my idiosyncrasies. She is the one who willingly includes me in the counting even I am not around whenever there are new handouts and reading materials needed. She coordinates with me for sample exams that I can share for the rest of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, she is one of those who have the lowest grades in the prelim exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With even that second reason, it is already enough for me to defy their instruction. If our other classmates are selfish, why would I let my self be like them?! If they don't want to share their sources, it is their call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masama loob nyo sa akin &lt;/span&gt;because of the effects of what you did. You guys are just scared that maybe in the future, our classmates will be totally selfish and wouldn't give any sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ewan ko ba naman kasi, SUCH AN UNHEALTHY COMPETITION! Magdamutan kayo hangga't gusto nyo, but I certainly would not heed to what you want me to do. Good luck na lang sa inyo! Sana makakuha pa kayo ng mga sample exam nyo!!! Bad trip kayo. Di lang kayo ang marunong magtampo. I know it would be a rarity for you guys to find out about my feeling about this. After all, I only disclosed it here and you don't know that this blog exists. I'll move on. But this issue left me something about you guys... I wish you well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-5822513925875981593?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/5822513925875981593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=5822513925875981593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5822513925875981593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5822513925875981593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/rants-and-delays.html' title='Rants and Delays'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-1379789265636767054</id><published>2008-05-23T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:31:54.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>How to pass, nay, top the bar exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I received a great news this morning. I passed the most dreadful subjects I enrolled last semester. It defied the trend some past students of my professor theorized about him. I am the exception! *haha* What happened to me is just God's unending grace to me... MIRACLE! Although it still doesn't totally relieved me of my surmises that I am out of the faculty. I still have a QPI to meet. But I can't ask for too much anymore. Surpassing the semester without a failing grade is more than enough to be thankful. At least my effort, blood, and tears are not put to waste. If it's my fate to find another avenue towards reaching my journey, so be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Anyway, the article below is something which I should instill in my mind and heart if I really want to win this journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;By Artemio V. Panganiban &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Columnist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Philippine Daily Inquirer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Posted date: April 19, 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; MANILA, Philippines—Last Sunday, I commented on the dismal results of the 2007 bar exams. I said that it was high time the Supreme Court, the Philippine president and the law schools collaborated to produce better lawyers. “We concur,” chorused many readers. But the more pressing query of law students and reviewees for the 2008 test is “Can you give us tips on how to pass the 2008 tests? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Having taken the exams eons ago, I felt inadequate answering the question. Besides, I placed only sixth. So I called someone more qualified, 2005 topnotcher Joan de Venecia. In turn, she summoned help from two other numero unos, Arlene Maneja (2002) and Mercedita Ona (2007). Incidentally, Arlene comes from UST, Joan from UP and Mercedita from Ateneo de Manila. Here are their common tips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Believe that you deserve to take the test. Forget the times you botched up a recitation or failed an exam. You’re past that. Believe that you have been allowed to sit for the bar because you have a fighting chance to pass it. Cultivate composure with that thought. You’ll need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Make time for serious self-evaluation. Have an honest assessment of the subjects you are good at, and those you feel you have an inadequate foundation on. If you sincerely believe that you do not have sufficient knowledge of a particular subject, accept it humbly and know that you still have a number of months to study for it. Adjust the number of days devoted to each subject according to the results of your self-assessment. A schedule is recommended to serve as a guide as to how many days you can allot for every subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Have a study plan and be realistic about it. At the start of the bar review, set aside all the materials you want to cover—all the books, reviewers and notes for each subject. Make it your guide and pace yourself. People without a plan either underestimate the workload or get swamped with available materials; either way, they don’t finish everything. So too, organize your review materials. Time is of the essence during the bar review. You cannot afford to waste time by looking for misplaced review materials. Maintain eight separate boxes or drawers for each of the subjects. This will help you sort through your materials and decide which to read during your pre-week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Be realistic about your capabilities. People say they will “start afresh” during the bar review—study more, play less. That’s nice but it rarely happens. So, in setting a study plan, be kind to yourself. Give yourself time to attend review lectures, to wake up late, to be lazy, to go out and to have fun. The bar test is difficult enough without making yourself sick because of unrealistic expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Do not compare yourself with other reviewees. We all have our own rhythm. Listen to yours. Bar preparation is an individual task. It is ultimately your understanding of the law and its varied nuances, not how many readings you do, or the laws that you memorize verbatim that makes the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Be physically fit. Try to get regular exercise. Eat nourishing meals. Get enough sleep every day. Take vitamins and supplements. Manage your stress. Remember, all your efforts will be wasted when your body bogs down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Use your time wisely. Sit in a review class or do personal reading? If you know the subject well enough, refresh yourself by attending review classes. If not, read up first. Review classes assume a certain level of knowledge and, without it, you’ll be lost during the discussion and waste valuable time. Know that you still have the pre-week review for all those “bar tips” that most reviewers give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Abandon all emotional problems. Inform your family and friends about what you are going through in preparing for and in taking the exam. Ask for their understanding and support. The last thing you need is additional source of stress when preparing for the bar is draining enough. Avoid all distractions. Keep your focus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Perfect your handwriting and grammar. Bar examiners have to go through thousands of exam booklets, and they are only human. As would any other normal person, they appreciate, and understand more, an answer that is at the very minimum, readable and logical. All three topnotchers have good handwriting, and believe that their passing, nay topping, the bar was in large part due to this. So, practice writing neatly, legibly and fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;If you are a visual person write down your notes. This exercise will aid your quest for a beautiful penmanship, and help you retain the facts and the law that may be difficult to retrieve as you store more information in your brain bank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Study smartly. Streamline. Codal provisions, a good reviewer for each subject and updates on jurisprudence should suffice. Master the basics. Understand the substance of the law and how to apply it to given situations. Recall legal provisions during your spare time. Listen to audio codals when you travel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Ask for updates. Doctrines that you have studied in school may have already been overturned or modified by the Supreme Court or by Congress. Request your bar operations team to include abbreviated facts in the updates, because bar questions are often facts-based. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Pray. Pray. Pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;A final reminder. There is no shortcut to passing the bar. If you want to pass on the first take, you have to put in the hours, and get yourself in the mood to study. Do not focus on things you cannot control (e.g., bar examiners, kinds of questions). Devote all your energies to studying and positive thinking. Good luck!&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/2823092000273208258-1379789265636767054?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/1379789265636767054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=1379789265636767054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1379789265636767054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1379789265636767054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-pass-nay-top-bar-exams.html' title='How to pass, nay, top the bar exams'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-619216513475905869</id><published>2008-05-22T02:11:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:17:16.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORLD IS AN OYSTER'/><title type='text'>Supposedly Japanese: Financial Tips First</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am actually salivating over Beef Sukiyaki and this egg custard in small china cups which I only found out now that it is called Chawan Mushi, after relentless research in the internet with only pictures as guide. Didn't know that it is called as such, I just pick those cups during buffets. I didn't know that this is available in my favorite Japanese fast food restaurant. Damn!!! Anyway, I'll blog about this later after I head out to the nearest Japanese Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my internet browser a while ago, I came across this article from Yahoo about - &lt;a href="http://finance.yahoo.com/banking-budgeting/article/105041/Ways-to-"&gt;Ways to Make Saving a Habit.&lt;/a&gt; I am a sucker when it comes to saving money! I've tried all the means that I know just for me to be able to keep my money. But unfortunately, I can maintain it for a short time only. I am an impulsive buyer! And I can't be like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this past two weeks, I almost blew up all the money I have in my hand over shopping. Although I have a reason why I bought new stuff, I am preparing for the next school year. So I am investing on good quality clothes and shoes that I can use throughout the school year or even beyond. I know it isn't excusable. But I will stop, soon after I get all the things I NEED. Swear! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the article provided for some tips. So I'll put some reflection related to those tips mentioned. I hope this helps me realize where the problem lies and improve myself. Now on to the tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Spend less time feeling poor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Guilty as charged! I am an avid subscriber of glossy fashion magazines. I lurk in the fashion websites, auction websites, online selling websites almost everyday. And, I go to the malls every week. What did it cause me by such activities? I felt that I am lacking something and I needed those things that I see to make me feel better. In simpler terms, envious! And in effect, if I can afford the thing, I'll purchase one instantly. If not, I'll put effort in saving some cash and purchase the product soon. I guess I have to spend my time on other activities like reading books for the subjects which I'll take this coming semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Retrain your brain.&lt;/strong&gt; My current obsession is an LV Bag. But I know this would cost me an arm and a leg for me just to have one. In one of my blog posts, I mentioned that I am thinking of getting a counterfeit just to ease my craziness a little. Fake it until you make it?! Does this apply? whatever... The thing is, I can't afford a real one right now unless I win the lottery or a good samaritan will purchase one and I'll pay it in installment but on my own terms?! Ulol!!! And another option, if I can buy a 2nd, 3rd, 4th, nth hand bag that is most likely a quarter of its current retail price then I would have it... Moving on, I can't afford the real one but I don't think getting a counterfeit is a good idea. This LV obsession is a good training though... I just hope I can apply this to other things... *boink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Look around you.&lt;/strong&gt; I am currently happy with my latest purchases. But can I say that I still am, after a few months?! I do not know. But I hope so... While I know that I can sell it afterwards, the exact amount of money will not return anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Choose your extravagances.&lt;/strong&gt; I am extravagant in almost all things- food, apparel, whatever. Earlier, I was working on the things I need for my condo unit. I am thinking of bringing an air conditioner, cable TV, and refrigerator. And then this article came, I realized, am I going to die without all these things? It's time for me to revise my moving in list. Further, with respect to my studies, I try to photocopy all the reading materials I can get, purchase the books related to my subjects. But do I get to read all of them? Not!!! So from now on, I am going to stick on the textbooks particularly prescribed by my professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Assess weaknesses.&lt;/strong&gt; I swear I am going to stop purchasing clothes and shoes for the school year soon after I build my wardrobe. Whatever...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Make trade-offs.&lt;/strong&gt; Quality time with my family, chubebs, or Juppy... nuff said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Set goals.&lt;/strong&gt; I do have my shopping goals. And it is sick!!! that is even delusions of la dolce vita...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Resist your children.&lt;/strong&gt; This doesn't apply to me yet. But to be honest, my parents didn't train me in such. Although they have a strong reason why they weren't effective in this aspect. But now that I am old enough, it is up to me to do the right choices for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Enlist other people.&lt;/strong&gt; I asked chubebs to help me improve myself in this one. And he is doing a good job. Out of all the time we spent in the malls, I do not shed off hundreds of my cash over things that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Post it.  &lt;/strong&gt; I currently have a mantra. And this is saving me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Automate it.&lt;/strong&gt; Not applicable to me. But the money kept in my piggy bank will all go to my savings account in the coming days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Rethink rewards.&lt;/strong&gt; Do I deserve to have it because I am almost a quarter of a century old? No. I realized that what I currently want is something only superficial. I don't think I need that one to make me happy. I am already happy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*that is a long post, but it is worth blogging for. I've learned something about myself. Try it reader... It is helpful!&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/2823092000273208258-619216513475905869?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/619216513475905869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=619216513475905869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/619216513475905869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/619216513475905869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/supposedly-japanese-financial-tips.html' title='Supposedly Japanese: Financial Tips First'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-456551453531764713</id><published>2008-05-20T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:12.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DORM LIVING'/><title type='text'>time to move on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blog has been neglected for quite sometime. My mind was cluttered with so many thoughts that made me not function very well. hehe* Kidding!!! There are a lot of things that I wanna share but failed to do so. But for the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still unofficial but my exam booklets are prima facie evidence that it's time for me to move on. I won't be asking God for a miracle about this thing because even if I still had the chance to redeem myself, I didn't push it hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the coming days, I'll be busy fixing all the requirements needed for admission to my new school, move in to my little box, and weed out my closet since I won't be having a uniform there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SDMrHGEWVgI/AAAAAAAAB3A/sg4YArOhkU8/s1600-h/littlebox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SDMrHGEWVgI/AAAAAAAAB3A/sg4YArOhkU8/s320/littlebox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202549395430987266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so excited over the moving in thing since I'll be living in a posh student condo with high tech facilities. But at the same time apprehensive because I'll be living on my own once again, I won't be seeing my family often. But what the heck?! It's just in the Metro so I can still come home anytime I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more uniforms, flexible schedules, comfortable place... Live it up Cleng! God is with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-456551453531764713?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/456551453531764713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=456551453531764713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/456551453531764713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/456551453531764713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-move-on.html' title='time to move on'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SDMrHGEWVgI/AAAAAAAAB3A/sg4YArOhkU8/s72-c/littlebox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2773663204113469855</id><published>2008-05-09T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:13.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>PBB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PBB Teens Edition seemed to get a little exciting upon the arrival of the special housemate Shy. I am not an avid viewer of PBB anymore unlike during the first edition that is why I am not updated with the juiciest details. But when I watched an episode where this new housemate did a task and garnered smirks from most of the girl housemates, I suddenly became interested. Hence, I searched for the forum and checked on the reactions of other viewers about the new scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found these pictures posted by some fans/viewers/bashers/whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nicole's mom probably have seen this scene that is why she strongly opposes the budding love between her daughter and housemate Josef. Certainly it's not a good sight to look at whatever is on their minds at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SCNPQXU7qRI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/BTIGHeqrK2w/s1600-h/f_f4kaapm_41cc31c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SCNPQXU7qRI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/BTIGHeqrK2w/s320/f_f4kaapm_41cc31c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198085537473997074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And these are some funny photoshopped pictures by some forumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SCNPP3U7qPI/AAAAAAAAB0I/RS0oavx3_C0/s1600-h/1_275504205l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SCNPP3U7qPI/AAAAAAAAB0I/RS0oavx3_C0/s320/1_275504205l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198085528884062450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SCNPQHU7qQI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/fpfRQ8F3g24/s1600-h/meanghirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SCNPQHU7qQI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/fpfRQ8F3g24/s320/meanghirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198085533179029762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haha nakakatawa tong mga to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pag wala ka naman talagang magawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2823092000273208258-2773663204113469855?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2773663204113469855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2773663204113469855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2773663204113469855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2773663204113469855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/pbb.html' title='PBB'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SCNPQXU7qRI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/BTIGHeqrK2w/s72-c/f_f4kaapm_41cc31c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7911087502478008004</id><published>2008-05-05T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:14.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRACE EVIDENCE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHOPPING'/><title type='text'>Feast Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was an amazing day. I spent my me-time in the mall. I strolled in my favorite shops, fitted some clothes, and dined in one of my favorite Italian Restaurants- Itallianis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to dine in that resto alone. Usually, I go there with my family.  The thing is, I don't get to feel the ambiance of the place, and savor the food because most often than not, when I am with my family, I chat with them until our food is served or even when were eating already. When I saw that the place wasn't crowded, I decided to go in and indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff were very welcoming. Here are my orders. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8FpefO4tI/AAAAAAAAByw/v1zHLAUQqvo/s1600-h/...882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8FpefO4tI/AAAAAAAAByw/v1zHLAUQqvo/s320/...882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196878705125679826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clam Chowder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8G4ufO4vI/AAAAAAAABzA/fVT4Ou5ojq8/s1600-h/...884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8G4ufO4vI/AAAAAAAABzA/fVT4Ou5ojq8/s320/...884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196880066630312690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8FpefO4uI/AAAAAAAABy4/haICZ_LKDIM/s1600-h/...883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8FpefO4uI/AAAAAAAABy4/haICZ_LKDIM/s320/...883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196878705125679842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fresh Carrot Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8G4-fO4xI/AAAAAAAABzQ/OTfd3hrew10/s1600-h/...892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8G4-fO4xI/AAAAAAAABzQ/OTfd3hrew10/s320/...892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196880070925280018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8G5efO4yI/AAAAAAAABzY/1Y5dABnzHK4/s1600-h/...893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8G5efO4yI/AAAAAAAABzY/1Y5dABnzHK4/s320/...893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196880079515214626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shrimp Fra Diablo Pasta. (Never mind the allergies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8Pw-fO42I/AAAAAAAABz4/esKNaxO7Yhk/s1600-h/...895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8Pw-fO42I/AAAAAAAABz4/esKNaxO7Yhk/s320/...895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196889829090976610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8Pw-fO41I/AAAAAAAABzw/epyvWCxVfbE/s1600-h/...894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8Pw-fO41I/AAAAAAAABzw/epyvWCxVfbE/s320/...894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196889829090976594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this yummy blueberry pannacotta for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the staff noticed that I took pictures of every food served so they put a presentation (thank you)  in the dessert. I don't know if they really put that in every dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt special that day, they even gave me a roll of Tuscan Bread. They used to give discount cards if I remember it right. But this time, this is what they gave me. *aww thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did they think that I am a food reviewer from some show or magazine?! haha* feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever, but it was a great me-time day!!!&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/2823092000273208258-7911087502478008004?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7911087502478008004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7911087502478008004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7911087502478008004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7911087502478008004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/feast-day.html' title='Feast Day'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SB8FpefO4tI/AAAAAAAAByw/v1zHLAUQqvo/s72-c/...882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7508260909124820065</id><published>2008-05-05T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:58:20.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORLD IS AN OYSTER'/><title type='text'>How to look good naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; You're not as big as you think you are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The media bombard us all with unrealistic airbrushed images of women every day. These images of the stick thin, surgically enhanced women aren't very realistic but these images portray women as beautiful and successful so it's hard for normal women not to want to be like them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, most normal women do not look like them so these pictures enforce feelings of negativity and encourage low self esteem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So, the second stage of looking good naked is to start waking up to the way the media works and stop comparing these images to the way you look. &lt;/span&gt;Wake up to the fact that you actually look pretty ok, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you aren't as big as you think you are &lt;/span&gt;AND look at all the women around you – I bet most of them are the same as you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifestylechannel.com.au/content/shows/headers/How-To-Look-Good-Naked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.lifestylechannel.com.au/content/shows/headers/How-To-Look-Good-Naked.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that statement alone, &lt;a href="http://www.mylifetime.com/on-tv/shows/how-look-good-naked"&gt;How to Look Good Naked&lt;/a&gt; is currently my favorite show in Lifestyle Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I already got used to the remarks that I got fat, I am big, I look like B*****a, and other phrases synonymous to the word fat or big. Some remarks from people who knew me from way before, and have witnessed my "evolution" are sometimes limiting my esteem, hence, I tend to feel negative about myself and shrink into the candy-wrapper type of clothes that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also made me obsessed with the fad diet pills that promises to shed off the pounds stored in my body. Basta nothing good about myself. No positive vibes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this show empowered me once again to embrace the body I am gifted with. There are a lot of tips and advices that you'll get to help you boost your lost confidence. And would help you realize that you are not as big and as ugly as you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my basher-friends *hehe*, you can never pull me down again. EVER!!! *lol&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/2823092000273208258-7508260909124820065?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7508260909124820065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7508260909124820065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7508260909124820065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7508260909124820065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-look-good-naked.html' title='How to look good naked'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-3531905882616972783</id><published>2008-05-01T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:18.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHOPPING'/><title type='text'>Key and Change Holder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are eye candy key and change holders that I wish to have in my Damier Speedy. *sus*&lt;br /&gt;As if I have a Damier already!!! *haha* In time, I'll get hold of my very first LV (The Secret).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least expensive among these costs $165 according to eluxury.com, but the hell do I care about the price! I want one... I just don't know which one will look good hanging in a Damier Canvas Speedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the classic monogram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU7OfO4hI/AAAAAAAABxQ/-v11L9ZPepo/s1600-h/monogram+change+holder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU7OfO4hI/AAAAAAAABxQ/-v11L9ZPepo/s200/monogram+change+holder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195699234091754002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrVj-fO4kI/AAAAAAAABxo/VfybsL5633E/s1600-h/LV_11766490_h_pu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrVj-fO4kI/AAAAAAAABxo/VfybsL5633E/s200/LV_11766490_h_pu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195699934171423298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or the damier azur or the damier canvas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU6-fO4gI/AAAAAAAABxI/i3qBBaUHIXs/s1600-h/damier+azur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU6-fO4gI/AAAAAAAABxI/i3qBBaUHIXs/s200/damier+azur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195699229796786690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU6ufO4fI/AAAAAAAABxA/pjc4oFIYqUo/s1600-h/damier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU6ufO4fI/AAAAAAAABxA/pjc4oFIYqUo/s200/damier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195699225501819378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU7efO4iI/AAAAAAAABxY/J0Cr-uhvJjY/s1600-h/damier+azur+accessories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU7efO4iI/AAAAAAAABxY/J0Cr-uhvJjY/s200/damier+azur+accessories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195699238386721314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU7efO4jI/AAAAAAAABxg/PsI7n7VJIrk/s1600-h/monogram+accessories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU7efO4jI/AAAAAAAABxg/PsI7n7VJIrk/s200/monogram+accessories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195699238386721330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, basta I will have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-3531905882616972783?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/3531905882616972783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=3531905882616972783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3531905882616972783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3531905882616972783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/05/key-and-change-holder.html' title='Key and Change Holder'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBrU7OfO4hI/AAAAAAAABxQ/-v11L9ZPepo/s72-c/monogram+change+holder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-3348856917235458629</id><published>2008-04-30T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:18.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>Wardrobe Makeover: Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am building a new wardrobe hence the weeding out of my closet. Seriously, I badly needed lots of new jeans because in my new school (preempting!), there's no uniform for law students. I am so excited since I've been in black pants and white blouse for two years. So boring! At least now I have the freedom to choose what to wear. Downside of that, I have to think of my outfit every school day lest I am fine looking trashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first off: JEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of jeans in my closet. Good enough for me to be able to wear a pair each day for the whole week. BUT! Most of it doesn't fit at all. That is why, I only have two decent pairs of jeans which I alternately use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in search for my perfect pair of jeans. I typed through the search engine and came across some sites (already linked in my blog: just see the side bar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pear-shaped according to this test: &lt;a href="http://www.ilovejeans.com/bodytype_guide.php"&gt;i love jeans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootcuts and flares will work for my body type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I am surfing, I came across another site which featured fabulous Hollywood celebrities wearing jeans. Not only did I love some of the jeans, I like their total outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBizgOfO4bI/AAAAAAAABwg/ZUXHfcLnwQ4/s1600-h/Rachel+Bilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBizgOfO4bI/AAAAAAAABwg/ZUXHfcLnwQ4/s200/Rachel+Bilson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195099536398148018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBizgufO4cI/AAAAAAAABwo/GSI8ptiTUQE/s1600-h/Kate+Bosworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBizgufO4cI/AAAAAAAABwo/GSI8ptiTUQE/s200/Kate+Bosworth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195099544988082626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sans the scarf, i always love this outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBizg-fO4dI/AAAAAAAABww/_OnB4C5Uw14/s1600-h/Ali+Larter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBizg-fO4dI/AAAAAAAABww/_OnB4C5Uw14/s200/Ali+Larter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195099549283049938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBizhOfO4eI/AAAAAAAABw4/R-VSx5Ym1_Y/s1600-h/Beckham+jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBizhOfO4eI/AAAAAAAABw4/R-VSx5Ym1_Y/s200/Beckham+jeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195099553578017250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a perfect, classy-casual outfit during school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Victoria Beckham, Sexiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, not too much though, if I intend to wear something like that in school!!!&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/2823092000273208258-3348856917235458629?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/3348856917235458629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=3348856917235458629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3348856917235458629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3348856917235458629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/wardrobe-makeover-jeans.html' title='Wardrobe Makeover: Jeans'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SBizgOfO4bI/AAAAAAAABwg/ZUXHfcLnwQ4/s72-c/Rachel+Bilson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6528624269633152091</id><published>2008-04-29T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:08:47.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I set up the alarm clock early in the morning to feed the pets. I was able to do what I am supposed to do but after that, I just went back to sleep only to wake up at past lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a good habit. I have to do something before the school year starts. And aside from that, if my aim is to achieve my ideal weight I have to have good sleeping habits because according to one article I've read, a certain hormone called serotonin, affects weight gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone right now. Kuya's going to sleep in his in-laws house. While I am fine with it, I got a bit paranoid after watching Maligno. This sineserye is hell creepy! But the creepiness didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, internet surfing lead me to a lot of wonderful sites that diverted my attention. I am tired of too much Lifestyle Network watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell that I am so much at peace when alone than be with someone who does nothing yet complains about so many things as if USEFUL! Worst, excuses oneself at the expense of someone innocent! Crap! I don't want to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Later, I am going to clean my room, arrange my books especially, and move out all the clutter. Tomorrow, I'll read a non-fiction book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my special someone already fixed my schedule for the coming school year. How sweet! The schedule was well-planned until the fourth year. I like the schedule that he made. I just hope that it can get through the Faculty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-6528624269633152091?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6528624269633152091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6528624269633152091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6528624269633152091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6528624269633152091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7895911852623491910</id><published>2008-04-28T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:19:38.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><title type='text'>Homegirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am home alone. Kuya and I came back from Tarlac late last night while Mama still stayed because she had to fix some things. No one's home except for my pets who were left under the supervision of our neighbor. I wanted to stay in our farm but I had no choice because of that reason. I'll probably do it sometime when Ate Chona returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still coping from the stress-physical and of course, emotional,  that we had due to my beloved lola's passing. She's laid down to rest yesterday. It was heartbreaking. Her passing left some conflicts between/among my relatives. But I trust that eventually everything will be alright. Nonetheless her passing also gave me the opportunity to bond with my relatives whom I haven't been with for quite a long time. And for that, I am grateful. Because I know that I've strengthened my ties with them and Lola is very happy in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I am so bored! I wanna go to the mall and shop right now. But I don't want to. I am trying to save up for you-know-what... This is a real indication that I am stressed. Gosh... Internet surfing was of little help... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star sign tells me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your schedule loosens up and everyone is happily off doing their own thing, maybe it's time for you to do your own thing, too. This is a wonderful time to schedule a long weekend retreat for yourself -- taking time to think about your life and where you are going may be a luxury, but it is one you should indulge in. Too many other people have been the focus of your life. Right now, the central focus should be you. It's a good time for deep thought and for setting a few new goals.&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/2823092000273208258-7895911852623491910?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7895911852623491910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7895911852623491910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7895911852623491910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7895911852623491910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/homegirl.html' title='Homegirl'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7412681105072045766</id><published>2008-04-24T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:03:54.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>Here's what my star sign tells me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to take things to a deeper level in your life? Instead of having a job, do you want to have a career? Instead of having a romantic relationship, do you want to be married? Instead of renting a home, do you want to buy one? These goals are good, they are healthy, and best of all -- they are attainable. You need to understand that. To reach them, take baby steps. You can't get to where you want to go all at once. Understand that things take time, and you will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing. Sadness. Loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7412681105072045766?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7412681105072045766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7412681105072045766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7412681105072045766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7412681105072045766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-4605926062456109348</id><published>2008-04-19T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:19.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><title type='text'>Eternal Peace for you Lola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SA15f-fO4ZI/AAAAAAAABwQ/bQBlxr8nUec/s1600-h/lola+andre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SA15f-fO4ZI/AAAAAAAABwQ/bQBlxr8nUec/s320/lola+andre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191939535684952466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She never fails to visit, light a candle, and whisper a prayer to our departed loved ones every All Saint's Day. It has been a tradition for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the only time that I get the chance to see and talk with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I rarely have the chance to be with her, she remained to be one of my favorite grandmothers- next to my Inang and Nana (mommies of my parents). She has shown real love and support to our family especially to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a strong woman. The last time I saw her walking was in January. I didn't know that she is suffering from any sickness. I even thought that she was just visiting another relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in shock when I found out that she is sick. I immediately went to her house when I found out her condition. But she remained calm and strong. She never shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw her, she was in pain, but she tried her best to show us that she is strong. I know that she is losing the battle but she remained composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still at loss when I learned that she is gone. It was just a few days ago when I visited her. She promised me that she'll get better. She was very grateful to me.  She whispered the sweetest words "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing her lifeless body in the morgue was surreal. I know that it is the last time that I'll feel her warm body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola, I will miss you. I know you're in Heaven already watching over us. Thank you for the love you've showed us... I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-4605926062456109348?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/4605926062456109348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=4605926062456109348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4605926062456109348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4605926062456109348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/eternal-peace-for-you-lola.html' title='Eternal Peace for you Lola'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SA15f-fO4ZI/AAAAAAAABwQ/bQBlxr8nUec/s72-c/lola+andre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2510703364252203033</id><published>2008-04-17T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:09:47.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>Making the law of attraction work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am in love with my blog layout. Cuteness! Can't imagine that I'll still have the inspiration to create pictures from all my resources after hearing the sad news about mom's health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got the results of the medical examination and it is confirmed that her illness several years ago has recurred. Same old. same old... I felt the numbness after finding out that it has recurred and we are going to yet another same phase as we have undergone several years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very painful to find out that the one you love the most, your pillar of strength is sick, and in emotional despair. But I cannot afford to break down because after all, at this moment, I am her pillar. Sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a way. And I lift everything to Thee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading the book The Secret. It has helped me through the days when the negative energies are so overwhelming. I love it! I should have read this before when I am at the brink of losing my sanity because of law school. Well, what can I do? Past is past. I have to deal with the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually close to reaching my goal. Whatever that is, go figure! And it is because of the book. It has psyched me to believe that nothing is impossible! haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-2510703364252203033?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2510703364252203033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2510703364252203033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2510703364252203033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2510703364252203033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/making-law-of-attraction-work.html' title='Making the law of attraction work'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7047417857101992923</id><published>2008-04-16T04:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:12:00.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAST TIME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>Blog tweaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am in the process of redesigning my blog. Too late when I realized that in a few hours the sun will shine once again. BAD! I'm supposed to change my sleeping habits. But it just gets worst each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is still under construction. Although the most part of it is already finished. I just don't have the energy and creativity to think of nice side bar pictures to spice up this blog. I like how I've come up with a simple design that reflects the things I generally use as a law student- black pens, yellow pad, notebooks, high lighters, and tons of hardbound books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous one is cluttered with so many images, it kind of made it tacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I'll doze off now... It is really late... And I mean late!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2dufcp2.jpg" border="0" /&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/2823092000273208258-7047417857101992923?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7047417857101992923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7047417857101992923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7047417857101992923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7047417857101992923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-tweaking.html' title='Blog tweaking'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/2dufcp2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6199970893976344548</id><published>2008-04-15T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:19.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRACE EVIDENCE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><title type='text'>The world will be your oyster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a very special little angel for me, for reasons only known to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for the beautiful blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SASQbQECFcI/AAAAAAAABu8/O1VxEpRCroM/s1600-h/DANIEL+JOAC+JOSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SASQbQECFcI/AAAAAAAABu8/O1VxEpRCroM/s320/DANIEL+JOAC+JOSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189431468480402882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SASQbgECFdI/AAAAAAAABvE/mkEs_gO7sDE/s1600-h/IMG0226A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SASQbgECFdI/AAAAAAAABvE/mkEs_gO7sDE/s320/IMG0226A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189431472775370194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SASQbgECFeI/AAAAAAAABvM/R43IknGIIhQ/s1600-h/IMG0227A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SASQbgECFeI/AAAAAAAABvM/R43IknGIIhQ/s320/IMG0227A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189431472775370210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SASQbwECFfI/AAAAAAAABvU/Toeelv5ARIY/s1600-h/IMG0229A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SASQbwECFfI/AAAAAAAABvU/Toeelv5ARIY/s320/IMG0229A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189431477070337522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome Daniel Joac Jose Sapin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita will always be beside you.&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/2823092000273208258-6199970893976344548?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6199970893976344548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6199970893976344548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6199970893976344548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6199970893976344548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-will-be-you-oyster.html' title='The world will be your oyster'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SASQbQECFcI/AAAAAAAABu8/O1VxEpRCroM/s72-c/DANIEL+JOAC+JOSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-2162852586989162105</id><published>2008-04-14T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:20.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASTREA'/><title type='text'>star sign and just for laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My star sign for today reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let your actions be dictated by the expectations of others today. Do whatever you feel is the right thing to do, no matter what anyone else says. Sure, you may be accused of being selfish, but only by narrow-minded people who are acting out of jealousy. And besides, your reputation is strong enough to withstand any complaints from people whose envy is turning them into small-minded poseurs. They're just jealous that you have the courage to do something truly original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this email from my brod. Ibang level si Pacman talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAM7PgECFYI/AAAAAAAABuc/L6jWDAJClX4/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAM7PgECFYI/AAAAAAAABuc/L6jWDAJClX4/s320/p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189056333151868290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;Prepare for glury!!! yah know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAM7PwECFZI/AAAAAAAABuk/zjSE3KIps5w/s1600-h/pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAM7PwECFZI/AAAAAAAABuk/zjSE3KIps5w/s320/pa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189056337446835602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a kryptonite can stop me man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAM7QAECFaI/AAAAAAAABus/vd0Ye_HqFvI/s1600-h/pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAM7QAECFaI/AAAAAAAABus/vd0Ye_HqFvI/s320/pb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189056341741802914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is the best. Ang bagong bayani kamukha ang popular na bayani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAM7QAECFbI/AAAAAAAABu0/1MdW6_fu_8E/s1600-h/pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAM7QAECFbI/AAAAAAAABu0/1MdW6_fu_8E/s320/pc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189056341741802930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Pacquiao isn't one of these kids. Allegedly an estimate of 1.5 million pesos for his kid's birthday celebration. Beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't be presumptuous senator. Just because the other co-accused were already sentenced doesn't automatically mean the other will have the same verdict. Mind you, those who were sentenced pleaded their guilt. An accused is presumed innocent until proven guilty. Stop the politicking and asking my favorite professor and brod from resigning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let justice be done though the heaven's may fall!&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/2823092000273208258-2162852586989162105?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/2162852586989162105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=2162852586989162105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2162852586989162105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/2162852586989162105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/star-sign-and-just-for-laughs.html' title='star sign and just for laughs'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAM7PgECFYI/AAAAAAAABuc/L6jWDAJClX4/s72-c/p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-865120261914080641</id><published>2008-04-14T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:15:51.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><title type='text'>little hi little ho little hay little ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just realized that I love Stuart Little. For lack of better shows to watch on a Sunday evening, I watched Stuart Little 1. Even if I've seen the movie already. Then Stuart Little 2 was aired the following weekend, and I didn't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a family, for-kids oriented movie but I loved it. So many life simple lessons imbued which I really needed at this time. For the past months since my second semester started, I didn't see any good thing going on with my studies and it went worst towards the end as health problems of some family members bothered me. It was such a hard thing to deal with and I didn't think about the "silver lining" of all this. Stuart Little made me realize that there are silver lining in all these trials. Now, i am positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday has been a great day for me. I went to the church with my brother's family and had lunch home before we went to the hospital to visit Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great 'coz of my brother and some relatives whom I haven't seen for some time. We had time to catch up with our lives, laughed together, etc. And I know that I've done something good for Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the opportunity to share my blessings by helping a patient in the same ward as my lola with her medicines. The old woman has hypertension and pneumonia and has no money to spend for her medicines. She doesn't have any relative watching over her except for her kind hearted neighbors who volunteered to watch over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the nurse about her condition and she told me that she couldn't afford her medicines, even the dextrose. So I bought two bottles of dextrose and donated it to her. Meanwhile, a vagrant approached me and asked for food while I was in the pharmacy buying dextrose. It reminded me of my challenge when I was a neophyte, so I bought food for her instead of giving money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been such a great weekend. I know I have done something good for others. I hope I can keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-865120261914080641?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/865120261914080641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=865120261914080641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/865120261914080641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/865120261914080641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-hi-little-ho-little-hay-little.html' title='little hi little ho little hay little ho'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-4399435782821878750</id><published>2008-04-12T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:27:18.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><title type='text'>Kuya in the supermarket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked my kuya to buy some food in the grocery for my experiment. I was too lazy to get up to go to the mall just to buy a few stuff that I needed that is why I just texted him for the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of the things I asked him to buy are the following: spinach, fresh mushrooms, cream cheese, olive oil, molo wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother doesn't know much about food especially vegetables. So when he responded to my text he said, "yung spinach ba pechay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panalo yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another text followed, "ano yung mushroom oyster ba?" I thought it was another boo boo. Ate Chona and I are laughing our asses here in the house with my brother's messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went home, the adventures was even more hilarious. When he was in search for the spinach and the attendant pointed it too him, he pretended to know what the thing is, so he picked up a bundle from where the attendant pointed him. And said thank you to the attendant. The attendant noticed that he picked the wrong bundle and instead of getting the spinach, he got kang kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-4399435782821878750?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/4399435782821878750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=4399435782821878750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4399435782821878750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4399435782821878750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/kuya-in-supermarket.html' title='Kuya in the supermarket'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7869283297062166540</id><published>2008-04-11T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:51:55.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREETINGS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASTREA'/><title type='text'>Ad Astra per Aspira</title><content type='html'>To the new Astrean lawyers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIS LUZ VICTORIA REYES&lt;br /&gt;SIS ANA CHARISE MENDOZA&lt;br /&gt;SIS MADONNA STA. GO&lt;br /&gt;SIS TINA NAVARRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS! Hail Astrea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To my college batchmates, Atty. Monica Liwag and Atty. Jazz Tamayo, Congratulations!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7869283297062166540?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7869283297062166540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7869283297062166540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7869283297062166540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7869283297062166540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/ad-astra-per-aspira.html' title='Ad Astra per Aspira'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6595048552107382451</id><published>2008-04-05T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:57:39.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>back to 110 lbs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My ultimate goal this summer is to lose weight and come June I'll be back to my 110 lbs. weight. I won't disclose my current weight anymore, it will be too revealing of me since I've already posted my unsexy back! It will be too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so here's how I am dealing with this challenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh fruit and veggie juice every meal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lessened the rice intake (my contribution to the rice shortage crisis!) although I didn't totally cut back on the carbs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monitored what I am eating. I am making a food journal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More water intake. Although I am still short of meeting my daily requirement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoiding siesta. But I still can't improve my sleeping habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing, moving, running, walking, more atleast 10 minutes everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just hope that this solution works. I am so desperate of having my weight back. I really feel so unhealthy and fugly! No seriously, I need this 'coz our family is at greater risk of having diseases- it isn't impossible that I'll be like my mom or my brother in the future. Bid me luck!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-6595048552107382451?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6595048552107382451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6595048552107382451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6595048552107382451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6595048552107382451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-110-lbs.html' title='back to 110 lbs.'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7712054734626722925</id><published>2008-04-03T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:20.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TO DO'/><title type='text'>This is some serious problem!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inspired by the Delmonte Fit n Right Challenge, I took a shot of myself to see if I can still consider myself fit. Lo and behold, this is what the point and shoot gadget unfolded to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAcrhQECFgI/AAAAAAAABvo/2B3aDn_pHSI/s1600-h/fugly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAcrhQECFgI/AAAAAAAABvo/2B3aDn_pHSI/s320/fugly.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190164945815344642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Free liposuction, anyone?! Although technically speaking, I am still not a candidate for obesity according to some BMI monitor, this picture says it all. Not to mention the shortness of breath after a few minutes of exercise... I look and feel absolutely unhealthy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to do something. My gawd!!! I can't have these eeeckie, jiggly, fats and cellulites. I need to get rid of 'em. And I can't afford to be unhealthy- i am not so lucky with regard to family genetics- health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the start of a new and healthier lifestyle. Come school year, those folds will be gone, I'll have a better inner feeling, and I'll feel sexy once more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haha* bring it on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7712054734626722925?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7712054734626722925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7712054734626722925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7712054734626722925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7712054734626722925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-some-serious-problem.html' title='This is some serious problem!!!'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAcrhQECFgI/AAAAAAAABvo/2B3aDn_pHSI/s72-c/fugly.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6972255617649035608</id><published>2008-03-30T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:57:54.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAST TIME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>really now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Au Natural&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/au-natural.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-6972255617649035608?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6972255617649035608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6972255617649035608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6972255617649035608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6972255617649035608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/03/really-now.html' title='really now.'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-3642439865724718533</id><published>2008-03-30T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:21.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHOPPING'/><title type='text'>Crazy LVoe in an instant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am never fascinated with Louis Vuitton bags. I don't even know the correct spelling of that brand until this day. I keep on thinking about the fuss that some women have over this extremely expensive things. I mean who be spending an arm and a leg over these things- 33,000 pesos for a single bag, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see them everywhere. There's just too many knock offs and it would be very difficult to spot the real ones lest you come across with a hard core LV fanatic who can spot the not! So I opted to settle for cheaper brands, and I mean really cheap compared to LVs, such as RL bags. At least I know that I am carrying the original one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do not know what hit but now I am going crazy over Louis Vuitton Speedy bags. I've been lurking online in the same websites as if those bags will pop out from my screen and I can just instantly have them. I want to have one either a classic monogram or a damier canvas. But I am not willing to spend so much for a hand bag that it could cover the 5 months rent of my condo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although come to think of it, maybe, just maybe I can afford to get one if it's installment basis. Other than that, I'll just head to Greenhills and find the class AAA to the highest level just to say that at least I am carrying one!!! hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait Louis Vuitton... after I hurdle this journey and become an attorney, I will get the real one. You don't have to run after me for purchasing a counterfeit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which one's prettier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic monogram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/R-5_Fn_tIOI/AAAAAAAABt4/8trEiGyP-mY/s1600-h/p10022844_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/R-5_Fn_tIOI/AAAAAAAABt4/8trEiGyP-mY/s320/p10022844_ph_hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183219955762274530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;or the Damier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/R-5_F3_tIPI/AAAAAAAABuA/k0UN2wjAezw/s1600-h/p11238866_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/R-5_F3_tIPI/AAAAAAAABuA/k0UN2wjAezw/s320/p11238866_ph_hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183219960057241842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-3642439865724718533?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/3642439865724718533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=3642439865724718533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3642439865724718533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3642439865724718533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazy-lvoe-in-instant.html' title='Crazy LVoe in an instant'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/R-5_Fn_tIOI/AAAAAAAABt4/8trEiGyP-mY/s72-c/p10022844_ph_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6015913680020271288</id><published>2008-03-19T03:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:54:24.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>GR. 031908</title><content type='html'>Finally, school year is over. I know this caused me irreparable injury, low esteem, but at least I got out of the it still sane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the circumstances (family's health in particular) that aggravated my situation, I can only be thankful to God for helping me stick this fight out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I'll be in the same battlefield but definitely, I am under restructuring for the next level. I might face the same nemesis again, but this time, I will be shielded, well-equipped, and focused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-6015913680020271288?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6015913680020271288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6015913680020271288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6015913680020271288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6015913680020271288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/03/gr-031908.html' title='GR. 031908'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-5533205642687692393</id><published>2008-02-29T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:54:24.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>OPLAN FINAL EXAMS</title><content type='html'>I was at the brink of accepting my doomsday in the Faculty. But suddenly a strong push, perhaps divine intervention or plainly inspiration, had me hold on. I do not want to leave UST! So how the hell will I survive considering that I only got the final exams as my last resort?! Well my God is a good God, as the song goes, "there can be miracle, when you believe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this Lord!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to write my schedule after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-5533205642687692393?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/5533205642687692393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=5533205642687692393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5533205642687692393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5533205642687692393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/02/oplan-final-exams.html' title='OPLAN FINAL EXAMS'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7039825606683071324</id><published>2008-02-28T01:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:35:31.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASTREA'/><title type='text'>Reflections of a former neophyte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just had an amazing and enriching experience of a lifetime. Never did I imagine that I can surpass such test of physical strength, character, and faith. I went through it alone, but in spirit, I know I was never one. Through prayers and support of my family and friends, the universe conspired to give me the most favorable situations in this challenge and finish it- alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stalker cut-short my vagrant test.&lt;br /&gt;A household member will come home earlier than expected so the rites had to be done asap.&lt;br /&gt;The weather wasn't too sunny nor rainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few instances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced a lot of things this past week. Things that I never thought I can do. It may seem humiliating to some. But for me, there is nothing really humiliating in everything that I did 'coz I know that it is all part of the process. It made a lot realizations. It even made me proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am still overwhelmed. After all the opportunities that slipped, contemplations, I am finally one among the chosen few. Not only that, I found people who instantly touched my life. I easily gave my trust and respect to them even if it was only the first time that I've seen them. And I know that it'll go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever experience those kind of things again.&lt;br /&gt;And that is something that I can proudly share to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hail Astrea!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;AD ASTRA ASPIRA!!!&lt;/span&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/2823092000273208258-7039825606683071324?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7039825606683071324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7039825606683071324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7039825606683071324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7039825606683071324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/02/reflections-of-former-neophyte.html' title='Reflections of a former neophyte'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-3379881892329301400</id><published>2008-02-08T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T05:21:01.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TO DO'/><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>goals for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Read and Digest Admin Cases for Monday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Study Limited Partnership on Sunday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Buy Valentines bouquet/gift for mother.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a birthday gift for Ate Che.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contemplate whether to join Astrea (again) or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UP Fair on Friday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Make a better blog layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-3379881892329301400?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/3379881892329301400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=3379881892329301400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3379881892329301400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/3379881892329301400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-do.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-849132844908602277</id><published>2008-01-20T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:54:24.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>exams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm out of the Faculty!!!&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/2823092000273208258-849132844908602277?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/849132844908602277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=849132844908602277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/849132844908602277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/849132844908602277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/01/exams.html' title='exams...'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7747724890754785805</id><published>2008-01-13T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:54:24.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>Blogging on exam week</title><content type='html'>Shoot me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying to all the Saints in heaven for me to be saved from being thrown out of the Civil Law and yet I am here in front of my brother's laptop, blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my Insurance exam yesterday and while I know that I can nail it had I studied better, I knew I screwed it. I was almost late for the exam and adrenaline rushing on my system. I kept on panting and before I finally settled down, 20 minutes of my exam time had already gone! The first three questions are all incoherent, spur of the moment thoughts. Now, I am just relying on the plus points that our dear professor will give (by mercy!) Goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be my exams in Credit Transactions. The most dreadful subject this semester because of our professor. The subject isn't too hard to understand but not when our professor who seemed to have Alzheimer's Disease is the one lecturing. Well maybe he doesn't have that yet but he has penchants to make his students the most stupid earthlings. When you look at the codal provisions, book annotations, and all authoritative subject discussions, you will know that he is just making a fool out of his students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coverage of the exam is short. So I know that I can finish it just before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the reason why I am infront of the computer, online is that I had to download the powerpoint of my teacher in Legal Medicine. I absolutely abhor my professor in this subject. What he is teaching us is completely irrelevant to our course. I mean, yeah we need to know what DNA is and how it is related to law. But hell, do we have to know the components of such? cytosine, guanine, thymine, adenine?! for law students?! anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we need to know how a mitochondria looks like? And for Christ's sake, why do we need to know an American jurisprudence standard that is completely inapplicable to the Philippine jurisdiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Information Overload for a 1 unit subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, peace out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-7747724890754785805?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7747724890754785805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7747724890754785805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7747724890754785805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7747724890754785805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogging-on-exam-week.html' title='Blogging on exam week'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6584884081510424086</id><published>2008-01-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:04:41.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRACE EVIDENCE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORLD IS AN OYSTER'/><title type='text'>Feast of Black Nazarene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nastytrigger/365930602/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/110/365930602_545a3acf89_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nastytrigger/365930602/"&gt;Feast of Black Nazarene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nastytrigger/"&gt;Nasty Trigger&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable devotion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility, Faith, Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless us all...&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/2823092000273208258-6584884081510424086?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6584884081510424086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6584884081510424086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6584884081510424086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6584884081510424086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/01/feast-of-black-nazarene.html' title='Feast of Black Nazarene'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/110/365930602_545a3acf89_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-45468765482443315</id><published>2008-01-08T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:54:24.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>Recitation Number 1</title><content type='html'>Done with my first recitation in Aligada Class. It was scary as hell but when we're there already, all the apprehensions lessened. Afterall, there's no right or wrong answer in his class and we're going on batches, the team can do it all! It's not a one man team. So I know I'll survive! God bless me... God Bless all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-45468765482443315?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/45468765482443315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=45468765482443315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/45468765482443315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/45468765482443315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/01/recitation-number-1.html' title='Recitation Number 1'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-7339030946595068295</id><published>2008-01-05T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:58:02.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DORM LIVING'/><title type='text'>hide me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am leaving my paid domain. Never mind the hundreds i paid for it. Someone in our house had discovered my blog and I know that they're stalking on my life! I feel uncomfortable! I know it's the purpose of my bloggie but the thing is, it defeats the purpose of me, not having to worry, that one might discover that I am already cursing them! So I have to watch my words. Coz sadly, while my blog is supposedly a repository of my adventures and emotional humdrums, and I shouldn't care about the world getting offended coz after all, I am talking to myself, I can't do that since most of the people surrounding me are quite sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am going to shirk into the internet world and be an anonymous, unapologetic blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up an account in Live Journal. But I am quite annoyed with their interface. While it may have options to keep some entries journal, there's just too many tabs to choose from unlike here in blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally decided to move out. Next semester, I am going to stay in another dorm. While my dorm mate and I are good friends, I can't stand being a roommate to her. Sometimes, it defeats my purpose of why I drenched into the dorm life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-7339030946595068295?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/7339030946595068295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=7339030946595068295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7339030946595068295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/7339030946595068295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/01/hide-me.html' title='hide me'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6775400627923479193</id><published>2008-01-02T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:18:57.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>first muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year didn't start quite well as my friends got into trouble over some petty things. The whips of intoxication indeed! It will completely transform one into a monster once you let it into your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, it won't stop me from being optimistic about this year. I know this will be a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, start of the year, it's time to make resolutions. While I've written it in my journal already. I am going to post it here as well so I can keep track of it. Alongside each resolution is the life goal that I want to achieve for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hear the Mass regularly. - Way to achieve better ties with God. And to renew the spiritual aspect of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat healthier and sleep earlier. - I only got one life to live. Might as well live it responsibly! Seriously, I've been abusive of my health especially when it comes to sleeping habits. So I better improve this otherwise suffer in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have efficient study habits.- If I really want to make it to the bar exams and become an attorney! I'd better be serious with my studies. So much for being a slack! Dean Aligada really does makes sense!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save money and cut the impulsive shopping!- Life ain't easy. I can't afford to depend on my mother for the rest of my life. Start of independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean my room or apartment often. - It's better to move in an organized environment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read non-academic books, listen to radio, watch TV.- There is a big world I should live in. I should not be confined to the the world of law school. Explore!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be with family and friends. - Stop being a hermit and strengthen ties with family and non law school friends. The past year was not good. Prevent severing relationships with the people who got your back! With regard to family, no explanations needed. It is my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be cautious and accountable with what I do.- Same. Same. Same....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-6775400627923479193?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6775400627923479193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6775400627923479193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6775400627923479193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6775400627923479193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-muse.html' title='first muse'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-4511304480986753512</id><published>2008-01-01T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:05:09.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/39330738-New-Year-Greeting" target="_blank" title="Build your own Blingee"&gt;&lt;img alt="New Year Greeting" border="0" height="300" src="http://image.blingee.com/images14/content/output/2007/12/28/352419632_c48f0e86.gif" title="New Year Greeting" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blingee.com" target="_blank" title="Build your own Blingee"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Build your own Blingee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTkxOTI2ODMwNjImcD*2MjUxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlcg==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-4511304480986753512?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/4511304480986753512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=4511304480986753512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4511304480986753512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4511304480986753512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2008/01/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-9045954093900063810</id><published>2007-12-28T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:18:57.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHOPPING'/><title type='text'>alert: shopaholic button active</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am living la dolce vita again. This is not good. I've spent most of the money I saved for months in just a day. I know I've been on a tight budget this past few months. Hence I learned how to fit myself in the small kumot. Ok, it didn't sound right. Ang arte in fairness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I swear this is going to be the last time I'll do it this year. I am going to save up for the mobile phone that I'll be getting by mid of the next month. That's perfectly right after the preliminary exams so that's going to be the reward I'll give myself. So I better do my best to justify that I deserve such gift! *pathetic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well about the things I bought a while ago, I got myself a new pair of Black Havaianas Top. It's the most basic style I did not get since I collected Havies. Although I have lots of Top Style Havies in different colors. I didn't bother to get a Black one. For some reason, I don't find it appealing until one day, I woke up and realized that I want a black one. Well, I didn't get it right away naman. It took me months of contemplation whether I'll get it or not. But since most of my flipflops didn't fit my feet anymore (my feet are still growing, fyi), I decided that the next time I'll get a Havaianas, I'm gonna make it sure that it's Black. But it ain't easy to get one specially in my size. So that contributed my agony of waiting until this day that I found one, in some shop in Trinoma. No, it's not the crowded All Flip Flops!!! I got it in a Shoe store on the Third Floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did I get?! Ah yes, I got myself a knock off body splash. I love Victoria's Secret Endless Love but I didn't purchase one because I opted for an Arden Green Tea. So even if I already had my green tea perfume, I still wanted to get Endless Love. But I didn't want to blow my budget over perfumes/scents. Until one day, I've discovered a knock off of this product. It's from some local cosmetic brand. The packaging, the smell, and everything is so so Victoria's Secret. Perhaps I'll remove the label and it will completely be unnoticed that it's not VS after all. I am going to post a picture of the knock off and compare it with the VS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm tired already. I am going to hit the sack na! Yes, before I forget, I am so happy that finally, Pinoy Big Brother had decided to evict that Baron Geisler!!! So much for the special treatment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-9045954093900063810?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/9045954093900063810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=9045954093900063810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/9045954093900063810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/9045954093900063810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/12/alert-shopaholic-button-active.html' title='alert: shopaholic button active'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-8683596168957786856</id><published>2007-12-27T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:18:57.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>tinkering : late nights: cramming</title><content type='html'>For the second time this month, I tinkered the layout. I wasn't satisfied with the one that I made last night. It's too girly and it's screaming my face all over! I don't want it. I just want a simple, crisp, and discreet layout. So I guess this white stretch will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just crazy that I am actually spending my time editing my layout when all it contains are my musings. I've read a few of friend's blogs and I can't help but compare mine with theirs. Suddenly, I just realized how crappy my blog is. And to think that I paid a domain name. I know I've said this in my previous post already. For lack of better things to say, just bear with me ok?! Otherwise, Leave!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I am spending hours online again is that I am researching about my health condition. Since I want to start my year right, just like what any eager-beaver does, I am going to do it by focusing on my health. It is about time that I visit an endocrinologist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to spa this afternoon. Suffice to say, I broke my schedule once again. And I hate it! I am way beyond the schedule I made. And this is a bad sign! As Atty. Gorospe had put it (in his deep booming voice), "I'd better shape up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tomorrow might be good for something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I miss you so much In Personam!!! Please understand that it's been days since I heard your voice. And just to tell you that a day of not hearing your voice, seems like waiting for eternity to come! But I understand you, you only get to bond with your family during this time so I am giving it to you. But do not expect me to ring you. I also got my pride! haha* (selfish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-8683596168957786856?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/8683596168957786856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=8683596168957786856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8683596168957786856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8683596168957786856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/12/tinkering-late-nights-cramming.html' title='tinkering : late nights: cramming'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-1476601529107590720</id><published>2007-12-26T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:21.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRACE EVIDENCE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>the one...</title><content type='html'>who took this shot, had me at hello...&lt;br /&gt;a fire I could not put out...&lt;br /&gt;and i've fallen helplessly in love with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAc0GwECFiI/AAAAAAAABv4/JbFh0OU7sLA/s1600-h/Jollibee.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAc0GwECFiI/AAAAAAAABv4/JbFh0OU7sLA/s320/Jollibee.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190174386153461282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I've become so engrossed tweaking my layout again. I am supposed to be sleeping already 'coz I have to start reviewing for the prelim exams. I will finish Civil Procedure and start with Insurance tomorrow. I do not have the luxury of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is gradually becoming another emotional trash bin. Guess I wouldn't be able to post anything sensible here except for my random musings to keep me sane. Come to think of it, in the first place, I created a blog for myself and not for anyone's delight. I write to have an outlet of my thoughts, repository of moments in my life, no matter how mundane or grammatically incorrect it is! I swear, I am going to give time blogging despite of my hectic schedule... *crossfingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's going to be a part of my new year's resolution. c",)&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/2823092000273208258-1476601529107590720?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/1476601529107590720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=1476601529107590720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1476601529107590720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1476601529107590720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/12/one.html' title='the one...'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/SAc0GwECFiI/AAAAAAAABv4/JbFh0OU7sLA/s72-c/Jollibee.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-1529521549229206198</id><published>2007-12-25T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:21.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREETINGS'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/R3FbRwQhNmI/AAAAAAAABro/rudAMb6SNhk/s1600-h/christmas+wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/R3FbRwQhNmI/AAAAAAAABro/rudAMb6SNhk/s320/christmas+wish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147996209631278690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/2823092000273208258-1529521549229206198?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/1529521549229206198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=1529521549229206198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1529521549229206198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1529521549229206198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV70o3am3fM/R3FbRwQhNmI/AAAAAAAABro/rudAMb6SNhk/s72-c/christmas+wish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-30078877615841897</id><published>2007-12-15T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:08:38.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><title type='text'>just horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;The delicate balance between your family and your career is finally getting easier.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;The delicate balance between your family and your career is finally getting easier to manage, and you are just about over the learning curve. Now that things are getting back onto a more even keel, let yourself relax and stop worrying about whether or not you're spending enough time with the people you love. If they aren't happy with the time you're giving them right now, they will let you know. And as long as they're happy, you should be happy, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-30078877615841897?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/30078877615841897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=30078877615841897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/30078877615841897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/30078877615841897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/12/musings.html' title='just horoscope'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-1470580405484120547</id><published>2007-12-09T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:18:57.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><title type='text'>horoscope bin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now is not the right time to join a revolution. Think intelligently. Bide your time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone who has a thirst for power might try to enlist you in their plans to overthrow those who currently hold all the cards. They don't have their plans fully ironed out yet, so hopping on board their bandwagon is not a wise idea. If you can, find a way to avoid these shenanigans altogether. Focus instead on making the best of this difficult situation. Now is not the right time to join a revolution. Think intelligently and bide your time for a few more days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel the Christmas rush.&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/2823092000273208258-1470580405484120547?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/1470580405484120547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=1470580405484120547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1470580405484120547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/1470580405484120547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/12/horoscope-bin.html' title='horoscope bin'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-6931324434288404189</id><published>2007-12-07T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:08:38.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><title type='text'>horoscope because i'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Give yourself time to work all your feelings out before saying something out loud.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;There's a battle going on today between the high-spirited side and the quieter side of your personality. This is perfectly normal, and will end in a healthy self-realization. Be sure to give yourself time to work these combative feelings out, and don't expect yourself to come to a certain conclusion anytime soon. This is something to mull over, not something to decide. Try to be comfortable with the state of flux you're in -- it is stimulating some ideas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-6931324434288404189?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/6931324434288404189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=6931324434288404189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6931324434288404189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/6931324434288404189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/12/horoscope-because-im-bored.html' title='horoscope because i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-9135334977391636238</id><published>2007-12-03T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:18:57.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><title type='text'>trust issues: horoscope: etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="dc"&gt;You said to trust you when you say so. But do you understand how hard it is for me to do so when the words that come out of your mouth are the complete opposite of your actions?! I am trying so hard to understand where you're coming. Pero ikaw, ginagawa mo ba yun sa akin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Bottom Line &lt;p&gt;Focus on your partnerships today. Someone may be holding you back from happiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Relationship issues will come to the forefront today when it feels like someone may be holding you back from happiness. Re-evaluate what is going on and ask yourself if this is a positive partnership for you. As long as you are happy with who you are and where you are going together, you're doing fine and this is just an unpleasant phase. But if you keep asking for things to change and you don't think they are hearing you, it's time to sit down and have an honest heart to heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to pray for inspiration. I am such a slack in almost everything that I do now. Lord, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-9135334977391636238?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/9135334977391636238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=9135334977391636238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/9135334977391636238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/9135334977391636238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/12/trust-issues-horoscope-etc.html' title='trust issues: horoscope: etc'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-5758136108352092463</id><published>2007-12-02T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:54:24.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>Almost there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's supposedly my final rites today had I not decided to quit. Sayang, Astrean na sana ako later. Pero ayos na rin. My reasons for quitting are far more important than holding on and going for the kill! I can put it in two simple words, FAMILY FIRST! Anyway, I have no regrets in giving it a try since the experience was enriching. It was brief, but I learned a lot. Values that have become dormant in my system were revived and the uninspired feeling that I have during the start of the semester has now transformed into a fireball that is ready to charge just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't have it all. But if there is one thing that I cannot afford not to have (did it make sense?!) it's my family. My mom and kuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, here's my horoscope for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fun and romance are coming your way -- whether you are currently in a couple or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fun and romance usually go together, but this is not always the case. So if you are single, feel grateful that you don't have to worry about the stress of accommodating another person. This is a time to relish your personal freedom by doing something last minute by yourself. Go off on a day trip and get lost on purpose (with a full tank of gas, of course!) If you are in a relationship, you will find some bumpy times coming, but they will tighten your bond in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home. I miss my family. I miss my room. I miss the noise. I miss everything. Now I've realized how empty it feels when you're not with the ones that you truly love. I wonder how other people such as the OFWS survive such ordeal? I've been in the dorm for barely five days but it seems I missed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start doing my Christmas list na. In 20 days, it's Christmas na pala. Bad! I didn't even notice it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-5758136108352092463?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/5758136108352092463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=5758136108352092463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5758136108352092463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5758136108352092463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/12/almost-there.html' title='Almost there'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-208919256819553989</id><published>2007-11-24T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:54:24.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>November 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="dc"&gt;I've finally decided to be a greek. I'll join the oldest sorority in the faculty of civil law. For some reason, I've realized that I didn't want to lose my attachment with my school in the event that I don't make it this sem. Of course, I'm still hopeful that I will make it, but the thing is, everything is uncertain. Might as well do everything that I can before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other reasons. Friendship. Family. Contribution to an established organization. The latter, I wanted to contribute something significant to the organization in the future. I don't want to be another member in the organization- statistics so to speak. I see myself dedicating my service to them, making the organization proud. That is my goal! That is why I am going to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Because I made a horoscope label, my horoscope (based from Friendster) for the day will be posted on my blog whenever I go online. Here's for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Surrounding yourself with like-minded people will only limit your creativity today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;It will become clear today that one of your friends is turning in to a 'yes' person. They are telling you what you want to hear, and they aren't interested in creating any real connections. This might be a temporary issue, or it might be a choice they are making. Either way, you need to find out what is going on in order to find out if you still want (or need) them in your life. Cut to the chase and find out why they are being so distant. The answer, whatever it is, will set you both free.&lt;/p&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is going to be fun even if it's hell. I am really out of focus with regard to my studies. So I am going to make some diversions and joining the Civil Law Basketball Team will be one. Who knows?! This might be my motivation to stick it out til the end!!!&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/2823092000273208258-208919256819553989?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/208919256819553989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=208919256819553989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/208919256819553989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/208919256819553989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-24.html' title='November 24'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-4457408656541304263</id><published>2007-11-23T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:08:38.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAR SIGNS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Be patient and trust that when things are meant to happen, they'll start happening.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Too much of one thing is boring and stifling to your energy level. After all, variety is the spice of life. So today, you have got to try to mix things up and change your daily routine around. It doesn't matter how you do it. You can take a new route to work or school, wear an old pair of shoes from the back of your closet, or book yourself a flight out of the country. Just do something that puts you in an unfamiliar situation or place today! It will energize you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-4457408656541304263?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/4457408656541304263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=4457408656541304263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4457408656541304263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4457408656541304263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/11/bottom-line-be-patient-and-trust-that.html' title=''/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-8843004548566731782</id><published>2007-11-22T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:18:57.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'>Negative Vibes in home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If not for my dog, Juppy, and my nephew, Christian, there is no other reason for me to look forward going home. Home is supposedly my place of refuge after a long day's work. But apparently, it doesn't seem to be such in our case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in our home have a lot of issues- negative issues to be particular! They always have negative issues, complaints about everything from the people they've dealt with, the things they witnessed on the road, heard over the radio, watched in the TV, what other household members have done... Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so sick and tired of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be in the apartment with my friend and just talk about everything, if not read our lessons. I'd rather eat the food in the nearby carinderia than eat home cooked food with them while listening to all their rantings. I'd rather be in the small studio type unit alone than to be in this huge house where I can't hear anything but bashings, complaints, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently dealing with a lot of problems. I can't afford to absorb theirs anymore. It's just too much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need space for now. I need to live alone.&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/2823092000273208258-8843004548566731782?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/8843004548566731782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=8843004548566731782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8843004548566731782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/8843004548566731782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/11/negative-vibes-in-home_22.html' title='Negative Vibes in home'/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-4694282261202189939</id><published>2007-11-22T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:54:24.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAW SCHOOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I failed a four-unit subject! Needless to say that I am under probation. I am beginning to feel that I'm at the brink of losing my grip in the only law-school-recognized-in-heaven. I am not being pessimistic, but the thing is, I am currently under the mercy of terror professors- a former Dean, a Justice of a special court, and a big-intimidating-filled-with-insecurities attorney. So how the hell will I be able to meet the QPI for me to stay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling sucks big time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no way to go but up. I just pray that God, all the saints, and the earth angels will help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-4694282261202189939?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/4694282261202189939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=4694282261202189939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4694282261202189939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/4694282261202189939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-last-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823092000273208258.post-5433447285034392970</id><published>2007-11-19T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:18:57.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONTENT-FREE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started a new blog. But I did not delete the one I've been using since 2005. I just changed the URL and the settings to private. Anyway it's been neglected for quite sometime and filled with mundane musings that it has become a senseless emotional trash bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as what I really needed in my life right now- Clarity of mind, Focus, Direction, New Beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823092000273208258-5433447285034392970?l=astrean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/feeds/5433447285034392970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823092000273208258&amp;postID=5433447285034392970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5433447285034392970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823092000273208258/posts/default/5433447285034392970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrean.blogspot.com/2007/11/moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>CLENG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04206295538678872375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.tinypic.com/67iur87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
