<?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-29149472</id><updated>2011-06-08T13:07:49.116+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='TV Reviews'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='Cotabato City'/><category term='Medical and Surgical Nursing'/><category term='works'/><category term='Maternal and Child Health'/><category term='Related Learning Experience'/><category term='photoblog'/><category term='Device'/><category term='advertisement'/><category term='nursing updates'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Out of town'/><category term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Pulse Circle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-8809844791411759563</id><published>2007-11-12T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:40:23.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Use Mozilla Firefox in viewing this blog. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.batangyagit.com/"&gt;An Exceptional Blog of an Exceptional Blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Sharing.. Living.. The Disheveled Child.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RzfF9MGF4WI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MoAEXBt2h90/s1600-h/batangyagit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RzfF9MGF4WI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MoAEXBt2h90/s320/batangyagit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787955421438306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a story of a disheveled child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look at him,&lt;br /&gt;That expression of a big smile and a broad mind&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a worn-out yellow shirt and tattered jeans&lt;br /&gt;With a pair of his slippers missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weapons:&lt;br /&gt;...Wit&lt;br /&gt;...Guts&lt;br /&gt;...Versatility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public attention:&lt;br /&gt;...A software/ web developer&lt;br /&gt;...An earthly entity roams around the parameters of blogging world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the tip of his pen:&lt;br /&gt;...he writes&lt;br /&gt;...he travels&lt;br /&gt;...he eats&lt;br /&gt;...he feels&lt;br /&gt;...he discovers&lt;br /&gt;...he pushed the limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plead guilty of being a blogging, blog hopping addict. No second thoughts about that. I always have something "big" to tell what I thought about a blog or a blogger. By big, I mean somebody who's been on THE list. And there is this one blog that really struck me profoundly. A living proof of an exceptional blog. His name was all over the blog roll. And my pen couldn't resist, wanted to write a review for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is certain, though, after hooking up with PR 4, too much traffic on his domain and ranked third in &lt;a href="http://www.batangyagit.com/2007/11/i-ranked-3rd-for-october-pinoy-blog-of.html"&gt;October Pinoy  Blog of the Month&lt;/a&gt;, there's truth- and oh, most evidently- in the rumor that he is no doubt one of the most visited blog, one of the best blogger in the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conspicuous in his ways of creating an entry is the undeniable with this 1 year old lad blogger. He is no longer a body occupying space but voice, laughter, imagination.  I can hear him now and I will continue to listen every time he wants to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words give him a face and he is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a child that has nothing to do with life&lt;/span&gt; after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Chairrel Winston Almendras blog (Batang Yagit) at www.batangyagit.com! Don't. Or you'll miss a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: thin dotted rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is an entry to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Got Blogged!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mindanaobloggers.com/events/review-a-blog/"&gt;DigitalFilipino.com / MindanaoBloggers.com Review-a-Blog Competition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-commercephilippines.com/"&gt;Join the DigitalFilipino.com Club!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&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/29149472-8809844791411759563?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/8809844791411759563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=8809844791411759563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/8809844791411759563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/8809844791411759563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/11/batang-yagit-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RzfF9MGF4WI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MoAEXBt2h90/s72-c/batangyagit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-7093964219022031935</id><published>2007-11-10T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:58:46.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><title type='text'>my 1st published work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My First Published Work @ PSICOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RzUUxMGF4TI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0EMVoTOJfQI/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RzUUxMGF4TI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0EMVoTOJfQI/s320/ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131030185751470386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's so overwhelming to be part of PSICOM Publishing September 27, 2007 issue: Haunted Campus. I wrote pages 77-80's "Room 4".  Don't hesitate to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab your copy now! For only 80 pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ready for goosebumps and all the creeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll surely be terrified... -believe me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Special thanks to Kuya Kenkoy for the concept and Kuya Makoy editing skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-7093964219022031935?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/7093964219022031935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=7093964219022031935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/7093964219022031935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/7093964219022031935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-1st-published-work.html' title='my 1st published work'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RzUUxMGF4TI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0EMVoTOJfQI/s72-c/ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-5638496816262607972</id><published>2007-11-04T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:09:45.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Crocodile Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Wild Life Encounter @ Crocodile Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my, close that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pangil&lt;/span&gt; (Crocodile Park's largest salt water crocodile) boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0mtNuss9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/hziDTldY19g/s1600-h/DSCF1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0mtNuss9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/hziDTldY19g/s320/DSCF1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128798108866360274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Irene, Catherine, Genevive, Samsia, Alexis, PJ, Ralph and I went to crocodile Park at Riverfront Drive, Corporate City, Diversion Highway, Ma-a, Davao City. We arrived at around 4 in the afternoon. It was a beautiful afternoon. It was a nice reward for nursing students who had  a dead tired week of working the requirements and of course, duty. It was really fun. An amount of 100 pesos is worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0oGNuss-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/RRDTgtergYU/s1600-h/DSCF1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0oGNuss-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/RRDTgtergYU/s320/DSCF1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128799637874717666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed with different animals like the eclectus parrot (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0mD9uss8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/6xmuj0_Shss/s1600-h/DSCF1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0mD9uss8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/6xmuj0_Shss/s320/DSCF1525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128797400196756418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also witnessed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Life Encounter wherein the visitors are given the chance to interact with exotic petable animals and given the opportunity to take pictures with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here are my shots taken during the encounter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Philippine Hawk- Eagle...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0qZtuss_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/V6lnmF46LhE/s1600-h/DSCF1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0qZtuss_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/V6lnmF46LhE/s320/DSCF1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128802171905422322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Iguana... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0rKNustAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/5cRegUmPMvQ/s1600-h/DSCF1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0rKNustAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/5cRegUmPMvQ/s320/DSCF1533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128803005129077762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyton....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0rmtustBI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ci24EigqTe0/s1600-h/DSCF1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0rmtustBI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ci24EigqTe0/s320/DSCF1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128803494755349522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Carlo, the orangutan (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope I spelled it right! Waaaa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0sTtustCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/x1F6Qkxb38Y/s1600-h/DSCF1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0sTtustCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/x1F6Qkxb38Y/s320/DSCF1543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128804267849462818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info, visit Davao Crocodile Park website at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.davaocrocodilepark.com/"&gt;www.davaocrocodilepark.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-5638496816262607972?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/5638496816262607972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=5638496816262607972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5638496816262607972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5638496816262607972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/11/crocodile-park.html' title='Crocodile Park'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Ry0mtNuss9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/hziDTldY19g/s72-c/DSCF1526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1359655290386740124</id><published>2007-10-29T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:04:41.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBS1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fun, Free and Full of Possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are three ingredients that make my October 27, 2007 a cut above the rest. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At feeling ko, pinagkakaguluhan ako ng press... :-) Joke lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RylAQNuss3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/65jlXJpbBM0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RylAQNuss3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/65jlXJpbBM0/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127700298045633394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st Mindanao Blogger's Summit at NCCC Mall Activity Center and the Blogger's Fellowship Night at Casa Habana are the most awaited events of my blogging years. Pegged on the theme, "Spotlight Mindanao: Blogging for Culture, Identity and Understanding", the one-day activity aimed to enhance the skills of blogging and its benefits, foster camaraderie among bloggers and of course to promote peace and understanding in Mindanao(re: the theme)... The occasion had a profound impact on each and every true- blooded blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RylBQduss7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/zRE81qJeTAs/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RylBQduss7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/zRE81qJeTAs/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127701401852228530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two events was spearheaded by the Usual Suspects and participated by a hundred bloggers coming from Manila and Mindanao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at around 11AM. Yes, I'm late... My apology. To tell you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di sana ako makapunta kasi &lt;/span&gt;supposedly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may &lt;/span&gt;home visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako &lt;/span&gt;related to my Psychiatric nursing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa Matalam and Makilala, North Cotabato &lt;/span&gt;but there's no signs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na matutuloy, &lt;/span&gt;so I decided to join. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At dahil na rin sa kakulitan ni Kuya Bryan. Thank you &lt;a href="http://lordcedrick.livejournal.com/"&gt;kuya Bryce&lt;/a&gt;! Heheh. &lt;/span&gt;Later &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko na rin nalaman nang nasa Bansalan na ako na matutuloy ang &lt;/span&gt;home visit. So, I asked my permission to my group mates and my clinical instructor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na di ako makasali&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti na lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBS1 was jammed by &lt;a href="http://migs.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kuya Migs&lt;/a&gt;. It was complemented by top-notch speakers who stamped their individual mark. &lt;a href="http://mindanao.com/"&gt;Mr. Bob Martin&lt;/a&gt;'s Blogging in Mindanao: Travel and Technology shared his Mindanao travels through pictures. Fr. Albert Alejo, SJ discussed about Socio- Cultural Mindset of the Mindanaoan. After a yummy lunch from Dimsun Diner, a special video greeting from Aillen Apolo and Matt Mullenweg were shown.  Then it was followed with &lt;a href="http://southisms.com/"&gt;Kim Castillo&lt;/a&gt;'s "Transition from "Emo"  to Niche Blogging, &lt;a href="http://abuggedlife.com/"&gt;Jayvee Fernand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://abuggedlife.com/"&gt;ez&lt;/a&gt;'s Blogging as a way of life: Problogging and new Media, &lt;a href="http://www.macalua.com/"&gt;Marc Macalua&lt;/a&gt;'s How to Optimize your Wordpress blog for Top Search Rankings and ended with Session's with A-List Bloggers. And one more thing, I got also a chance to promote my blog and won an IBM notebook. Heheh, thanks &lt;a href="http://migs.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kuya Migs&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://angdabawenyo.com/"&gt;Kuya Bloggie&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogger's fellowship night at Casa Habana was colored by Abet (a stand- up comedian) and of course, fabulous snacks! It was the night of all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RylArNuss5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/MtDWCyu19LI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RylArNuss5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/MtDWCyu19LI/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127700761902101394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fellowship, kuya Bloggie gave us a treat together with &lt;a href="http://lordcedrick.livejournal.com/"&gt;K&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lordcedrick.livejournal.com/"&gt;uya Bryan&lt;/a&gt;, kuya &lt;a href="http://marcopolo.i.ph/"&gt;Mark Paul,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ariellalisan.org/"&gt;kuya Ayel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aethen.com/"&gt;Aethen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://conradmiguel.com/"&gt;Mikko&lt;/a&gt; and Kuya Jayvee at Fwendz diner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally proven that the 1st Mindanao Blogger's summit and Fellowship night provided a nice avenue for bloggers across Mindanao and from Manila to be acquainted with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pat on the back of the people who worked hard during the summit and fellowship night. To the Usual Suspects, Special Event sponsors, Major Sponsors, Minor Sponsors and Donors, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely everyone enjoyed it and indeed, a great success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... See yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos: &lt;a href="http://dabawpinoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doc Charles&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://moslemenjr.macarambon.com/"&gt;Jun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/charlieo929/sets/72157602776397242/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1359655290386740124?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1359655290386740124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1359655290386740124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1359655290386740124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1359655290386740124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/10/mbs1.html' title='MBS1'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RylAQNuss3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/65jlXJpbBM0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3963561115281155902</id><published>2007-10-24T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T17:57:24.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>davao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Psychiatric Nursing Exposure; DMH, Davao City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RyQ97dussuI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_k9CUqfIXuw/s1600-h/dmc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RyQ97dussuI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_k9CUqfIXuw/s320/dmc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126290367656538850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently here in Davao for my 3-week Psychiatric Nursing Exposure at Davao Mental Hospital (October 22 to November 9). So far, a lot has happened. Sorry, but I have no time to chronicle those experiences (maybe soon... very soon...). I just like to let everyone that I really enjoyed it. Ciao! God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-3963561115281155902?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3963561115281155902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3963561115281155902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3963561115281155902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3963561115281155902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/10/davao.html' title='davao'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RyQ97dussuI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_k9CUqfIXuw/s72-c/dmc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-4127983218540233763</id><published>2007-10-20T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:49:29.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's not into me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really up to telling the sad story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rx8VCJI0c_I/AAAAAAAAATE/aNG8B2rrvV8/s1600-h/pic11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rx8VCJI0c_I/AAAAAAAAATE/aNG8B2rrvV8/s320/pic11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124838027527746546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice and we just find ourselves so intensely attracted to that person. That feeling soon become a part of our everyday life and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part is when we begin to realize that this person feels nothing more for us than friendship or the feeling she might have for you is just too far from how you love her. We start our desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer but in the end, our efforts are still unrewarded and we end up being sorry for ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;*Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-4127983218540233763?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/4127983218540233763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=4127983218540233763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/4127983218540233763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/4127983218540233763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rx8VCJI0c_I/AAAAAAAAATE/aNG8B2rrvV8/s72-c/pic11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1084796557289288161</id><published>2007-10-17T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:05:31.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mbs2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm Joining the Mindanao Bloggers Summit 0.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In just three days, I will be leaving North Cotabato and head to Davao City. Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'd like to reiterate that I will be attending the Mindanao Blogger's Summit on October 27, 2007 at NCCC Mall of Davao City  and the Fellowship night at Casa Habana. This is something I should not fail to attend. It is the best avenue for Mindanao bloggers to be acquainted with each other. I'm very excited for this aside from my Psychiatric Nursing Exposure in Davao Mental Hospital from October 22 to November 9. Thank God!, we have no scheduled activity for October 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mindanao Blogger's summit geared to the theme, "Spotlight Mindanao: Blogging for Culture, Identity &amp;amp; Understanding" organized by the &lt;a href="http://www.mindanaobloggers.com/blogroll"&gt;Usual Suspects&lt;/a&gt; in cooperation with generous sponsors: &lt;a href="http://www.mindanaobloggers.com/events/mbs1/"&gt;Join the DigitalFilipino.com Club!,Dimsum Diner, BisayaBloggers.com, Davao’s Food Huntress, NoKiAHOST.COM P5/day webhosting, Globe Broadband, Act for Peace Programme, Web Design Philippines, Lane Systems, Snap Graphic &amp;amp; Sign, Orange County Real Estate, Web Developer Philippines, Eric Clark Su Fwendz Diner, Artcom Printing Services, Cubepixels Design Studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitakits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, below are just some of the photos taken at Kidapawan Doctors Hospital ER and NS2 during our finals Related Learning Experience (duty) this semester. The problem is, the most interesting part of it all is the part I cannot blog. Just enjoy the collage! heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RxXf5pI0c-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/HxC_q_WHyIw/s1600-h/richarddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RxXf5pI0c-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/HxC_q_WHyIw/s320/richarddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122246332592190434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&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/29149472-1084796557289288161?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1084796557289288161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1084796557289288161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1084796557289288161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1084796557289288161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/10/slave.html' title='mbs2'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RxXf5pI0c-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/HxC_q_WHyIw/s72-c/richarddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-7503667654119248256</id><published>2007-10-08T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:18:29.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The comeback of the Terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brutal... Oh so Brutal... The victim cuts the stillness, with agonized cries wounding the night. Just another shot of terrorism existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RwtVCZI0c5I/AAAAAAAAASY/BzilJOM4BXk/s1600-h/IMG_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RwtVCZI0c5I/AAAAAAAAASY/BzilJOM4BXk/s320/IMG_0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119278901032678290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awakening the moment I saw the truth. It has again gained lamentable catalogue of human crime. A living proof of a never ending battle against terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working the PM shift (3:00 to 11:00) as OPD (Out- Patient Department) student nurse with Elein at Kidapawan Doctors Hospital Emergency Room when two loud boom shattered the quiet atmosphere. Then we found out it was explosion of two bombs launched consecutively at the Recreation Center and Imperial Plaza in Quezon Boulevard. It is approximately 1000 meters (For all Kidapawenos; correct me, if I'm wrong) away from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 7:35, the ER started to get flooded with injured innocent civilians. Weeping... Crying... Asking for help... My heart pounded. I was shocked for a while. It was my first time to handle a situation like that. Aside from the ER resident physician, nurses on duty, my co- student nurses and our clinical instructor, a group of physicians and paramedics showed up offering their help. As student nurses, we started working with them immediately doing whatever we could. It's very comforting to see the way the staff came together and did what had to be done. It also gives me a sense of satisfaction that I have done something even the littlest amount of care I gave (offered).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reactions and words shared by the victims and witnesses raised my spirit and broken my heart at the same time. Is there any place in the world worth to be called safe? Every place has been put onto suspicion. Everyone gets feared that anytime a bomb would explode. We lived in constant fear lest the storm that every moment threatens should break upon us with dreadful violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It make matters worse for the aggrieved parties. The unfortunate event have seeded its wrath and to most people, it would take away lives of scores. So who's to blame? Is it the security forces that were accused of being lax in their duties? Is it the &lt;strike&gt; local&lt;/strike&gt; government for not foreseeing any possible incident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the people responsible for the tragedy are still loose  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(According to Philippines police chief Avelino Razon, the attack was the trademark of the al-Qaida-linked Jemaah Islamiyah rebel group, which also is also linked with local Muslim terrorist group, the Abu Sayyaf.)&lt;/span&gt; and while we are still in the eye of the storm, how to achieve safety and security? I guess, NONE. All we can do now is to pray. For its only our trust in Him that would make us safe and be secured. How can we attain peace? It is something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The currently held news about bombing here in Kidapawan killed an 8-year old girl and her cousin, 12 y.o. and injured to 22 others. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is sacred;  therefore we must respect its sanctity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: The incident was something solid to slap on our faces. Be an eye- opener. God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.byahilo.com/the-age-of-innocence/"&gt;Byahilo. The Age of Innocence&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/storypage.aspx?StoryID=94853"&gt;ABS-CBN Interactive&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kidapawancity.net/blog/"&gt;Kidapawan City.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-7503667654119248256?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/7503667654119248256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=7503667654119248256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/7503667654119248256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/7503667654119248256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/10/comeback-of-terror-brutal.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RwtVCZI0c5I/AAAAAAAAASY/BzilJOM4BXk/s72-c/IMG_0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2495539494836072336</id><published>2007-10-05T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:16:04.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm a hostage; of a Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Please be advised Xela not to read this... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehehe. Ulaw ko! Waaaaaa! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that my Achilles' heel gets feeble in a sight of a beautiful girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RwtMN5I0c4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/zbdPeyoE1hg/s1600-h/1_345291454l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RwtMN5I0c4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/zbdPeyoE1hg/s320/1_345291454l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119269202996523906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The oculesic I had with one of the most beautiful ladies that Tuesday night could be called a turning point. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the back stage that time beside a newly constructed mini hotel (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi dahil sa gusto ko lang mamboso. At lalong hindi ako make-up artist. Kung ano man ang rason, wala na kayo dun. Hahahhahaha! &lt;/span&gt;Peace out!) when I saw this cute girl named "Xela". She's the HRM Department candidate for Ms. Intrams. I was attracted to her. She looked at me and smiled. Of course those are those times when you're absolutely certain something great was going to happen even over those subtle flirtatious attempts each of us was throwing. Hahaha! I'm getting grandiose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she called my attention by stating a two-word-phrase. I stand firm in my belief that it's not another auditory hallucination. What am I, schizophrenic? Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I almost stand beside her, I wonder for the words I may not be able to say. I couldn't talk [hehehe, repetition]. It isn't all that easy. It would take some time and effort to organize your brainwaves before the actual talking. I really had a hard time figuring out how to approach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with no choice. I just let my saliva rot inside my mouth because of fear and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-2495539494836072336?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2495539494836072336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2495539494836072336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2495539494836072336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2495539494836072336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/10/d.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RwtMN5I0c4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/zbdPeyoE1hg/s72-c/1_345291454l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1015796452675800564</id><published>2007-09-13T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:35:22.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post op</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post- Op Blues (Brief Encounters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The onset of my daily school chores after my hospitalization and recovery had been so hectic. My paperworks and assignments started piling up into a colossus.. Paranoid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also missed the variety show for a cause of our batch, Faces of Nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rvx-CZI0csI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iM-4oJTMmZU/s1600-h/1_790854434l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rvx-CZI0csI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iM-4oJTMmZU/s320/1_790854434l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115101856358757058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And disappointed when I found out that I got 74.5% grade on my Psychiatric Nursing midterm exam- blag- lower! Damn, that exam was very difficult. It was an exam that all you have to do is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to stare at your test paper and wait until tiny drops of blood came out from your nose. &lt;/span&gt;Haha! But I still got a line of 8 (not an ax) percent final NCM 101204 midterm grade... not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the Nursing Licensure Exam last June 2007, our school got a low passing rate (17%). Tsk... tsk.. tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Life has to move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETC. Regarding &lt;a href="http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/08/appendix.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A 5-day hiatus, Why...Are they going to catheter me?&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; comments... THANK YOU for all your prayers and kind words. I really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1015796452675800564?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1015796452675800564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1015796452675800564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1015796452675800564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1015796452675800564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-op.html' title='post op'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rvx-CZI0csI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iM-4oJTMmZU/s72-c/1_790854434l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3880468995121920385</id><published>2007-08-31T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:36:11.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>appendix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A 5-day hiatus, why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Are they going to catheter me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;... find out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 25. I was admitted in Kidapawan Doctors Hospital due to severe abdominal pain in my right lower quadrant (RLQ), moderate malaise, mild fever, nausea and vomiting. The doctor suspected my case, an appendicitis. I had to undergo two laboratories, abdominal ultrasound and urinalysis (urine exam) if there's an increase in white blood cells (WBC). Then it was found out that I really have an appendicitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appendicitis is an inflammation of the vermiform appendix caused by an obstruction of the intestinal lumen from infection, stricture, fecal mass, foreign body or tumor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours later, [after the laboratory results] the doctor suggested that I had to undergo surgery which is a simple appendectomy to prevent abscess or rupture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a split of second when my bubble of safety breaks. I can't believe it's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the operating room. They put me in the OR table. The nurses were already there. Thank God! No student nurses! I thought there will be catheterization. It's always been thought that any patient for major operation should be cathetered. But no catheterization at all. Yahoo! They just shaved the surgical area and a half- shave on my pubic area. Well, the hair has to grow back, and it itches and it's ungodly torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of ninth hour, the induction of anesthesia started and the operation follow afterwards. Those are times when absolutely something was going on the right side of my tummy while I'm asleep. It was just 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my 5- day stay and experiences in the hospital, I learned a lot of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank those who had helped me, my family, relatives, friends, classmates, doctors, nurses... They're my angel in that important event of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like also to thank the Almighty God in His present in the special people, in the unforgettable moments and in little miracles He showers in the days where life was uncertain for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, Papa, Kuya, Uncle Doming, Auntie Fely, Tito Davy, colleagues, acquaintances, relatives, friends, classmates..., Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-3880468995121920385?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3880468995121920385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3880468995121920385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3880468995121920385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3880468995121920385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/08/appendix.html' title='appendix'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-5206143579404852443</id><published>2007-08-20T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:37:04.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Colegio de Kidapawan grabs championship title, the 2nd time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RskVHvHzvpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zqB74Xq_nP8/s1600-h/timpupo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 225px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RskVHvHzvpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zqB74Xq_nP8/s400/timpupo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100631275626282642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I joined the rest of the students of the Paramedical Department to witness the intercollegiate cheer dance competition at the City Gymnasium, as well as, to support our very own Cheer dancers. The said competition was one of the highlights of the Timpupo Festival of the City of Kidapawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 8 expected participants but only two arrived. I dunno why. University of Southern Mindanao KCC challenged the defending champion Colegio de Kidapawan. Both participating teams showed their skills and abilities in the choreographed dance presentation and outpoured energy in power yells and breath taking stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CdK cheerdancers exhibited an amazing performance asserted them from the challenger that resulted to their undisputed win and maintained its rank being the champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cdk indeed, is oozing with talents. The night before, Cdk participants of pop dance and dance sport competition was adjudged both first place. CdK basketball team won also against NDKC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a landslide victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-5206143579404852443?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/5206143579404852443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=5206143579404852443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5206143579404852443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5206143579404852443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/08/colegio-de-kidapawan-grabs-championship.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RskVHvHzvpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zqB74Xq_nP8/s72-c/timpupo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-4474804357544261720</id><published>2007-08-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:17:16.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wika</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Here's my official entry for the Wika2007 of Pinoy Blogosphere... Pagpasensiyan nyo po ang isang trying-hard na entry na to. Ahhehee.. Please respect the author..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RsV4evHzvkI/AAAAAAAAANk/M2U4cmllkK0/s1600-h/wika2007officialentry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RsV4evHzvkI/AAAAAAAAANk/M2U4cmllkK0/s320/wika2007officialentry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099614622507580994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si Bisoy sa H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amon ng maraming Wika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nananalaytay sa kanyang dugo ang pagiging laking- Mindanao… Patuloy sya sa paglaki… Patuloy sa pag-unlad… Sa bawat araw ng kanyang paghinga, sa patuloy na pagtahak ng kanyang paglalakbay; ay tuloy sa paglawak ang kanyang kaalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong sya’y musmos pa lang hanggang tumuntong sa eskwela, maraming nagbago sa kanyang isipan. Sa kanyang araw- araw na pakikisalamuha, sa pagkawalay nya sa pamilya at sa pakikipaglaban sa hamon ng buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahalaga ang ambag ng wika sa kanyang pag-unlad. Sa kanyang lupang sinilangan, nakagisnan niya ang wikang Bernakyular. Sila na naituring na mga Bisaya. Hanggang sa pagtapak nya sa elementarya, unti-unti nyang natutunan ang salitang Tagalog. At nagiging bihasa sa Ingles nang nasa sekundarya at kolehiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tatlong wikang meron sya, sa anking kakayahang makisalamuha sa ibat-ibang tao, sa anumang sitwasyon; Malaya nyang naipapahayag ang sarili nyang saloobin, makipagpalitang- kuro at maghatid sa iba ng kaalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakaiba sya sapagkat kaya nyang makipagsabayan sa anumang agos ng buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang papel ng iba’t- ibang wika sa kanyang buhay ay patuloy sa pag-iba. Ang pagbabagong ito ay produkto ng lumalawak nyang kaisipan. Kasabay sa pagbabago na ito, nagbago ang paraan ng kanyang pamumuhay at ang kanyang kapaligiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sobrang pagnanasang makipagsabayan sa lahat, dala na rin ng hindi pa ganap na kamalayan, hindi maitatangging malaki ang kontribusyon ng mga wikang meron sya. Ito ang gumabay sa kanyang tagumpay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…At ito ang tunay na sukatan sa isang matatag na bansa sapagkat ito’y matatamo sa pagyaman at aktibong karunungan na nagsisimula sa kanya-kanyang karunungan ng ibat-ibang wika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kailanman maitatangging nakasalalay sa maraming wika ang pagkakaintindihan ng mga Pinoy, anumang relihiyon on saanmang rehiyon. Hindi kailanman napupusyawan ang kahalagahan ng nakagisnang salita, ang wikang Bernakyular sapagkat dito ka namulat. Ang pagsasalita ng Tagalog ay higit na kailangan upang makipagpalitan ng pahayag saang panig ka man ng bansa. At ang wikang Ingles ay syang nagging daan upang makipagsabayan sa ibat- ibang panig ng mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilipino, yaman din lamang na maraming wika meron tayo, ano pa ang hinihintay mo. Paunlarin nang husto ang ating bansa, sa pakipagsabayan sa mundo, para sa atin at sa mga susunod pang salinlahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Bisoy, isang halimbawa… Bisaya, laking- Pinas, isang nurse sa Canada; nagtagumpay.. Isang Pilipino…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinoyblogosphere.com/"&gt;PinoyBlogoSphere.com | Pinoy Bloggers Society (PBS)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;presents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinoyblogosphere.com/wika2007"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wika2007 Blog Writing Contest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://wika.pbwiki.com/Maraming+Wika,+Matatag+na+Bansa+-+Chairman+Nolasco"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maraming Wika, Matatag na Bansa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsored by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinig.com/"&gt;Ang Tinig ng Bagong Salinlahi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-commercephilippines.com/"&gt;Sumali na sa DigitalFilipino.com Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheeromedia.com/"&gt;Sheero Media Solutions - Web Design and Development&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yehey.com/"&gt;Yehey.com - Pinoy to p're&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mb.com.ph/"&gt;The Manila Bulletin Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikipilipinas.org/"&gt;WikiPilipinas: The free �n hip Philippine Encyclopedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-4474804357544261720?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/4474804357544261720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=4474804357544261720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/4474804357544261720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/4474804357544261720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/08/wika.html' title='wika'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RsV4evHzvkI/AAAAAAAAANk/M2U4cmllkK0/s72-c/wika2007officialentry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-8705237901812652735</id><published>2007-08-11T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:18:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mlang doc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August Clinical Exposure at Mlang Doctors Hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rr0-PWuPKuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/beGjhw1N3po/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rr0-PWuPKuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/beGjhw1N3po/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097298786771741410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two weeks (Wednesday- Friday), I and together with my 8 groupmates completed a 5-day clinical exposure in units throughout Mlang Doctors Hospital, Mlang North Cotabato. It's a private hospital. Thats where I got my first major operation case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisting for an operation is very (really) challenging. I'm in fact experiencing difficulties, nauseated.. But I'm still handling it quite well, I suppose. You can only imagine how nurses offer a lot of comfort to the patient who is about to undergo major event in his life no matter how simple the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on the said hospital with clinical instructor, doctors, nurses has made me a calmer student nurse. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dili lang kaayo halata kay pasmado man jud ko (laughing). Ug may pagkatanga lang jud ko.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No matter what special skill they have, they all seem to share one attribute. The ability to bring out the best in the people who interact with them.I really commend them who exert effort to establish camaraderie with nursing students. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahit medyo pasaway din. &lt;/span&gt;Ocassionally, levelling with your constituents is not a sign of being unprofessional. Kindness must not be taken for weakness. I stand firm in my belief that it is better to be respected out of love than to gain it by fear. Respect begets respect. From a purely psychological viewpoint, fear hinders learning and suppresses one's ability to perform to the fullness of his potential. Thats what makes difference MDI from other hospital of our clinical exposure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Request; Schedule of Activities of Kidapawan City Fruit (Timpupo) Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;August 18- thanksgiving mass, fruit float parade, opening program, passporting, cutting of ribbon: trade fair and booth competition, wall climbing, 1st camp Apo 24 hours adventure race, pop dance and dance sport competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 19- inter-collegiate, cheerdance competition, guest band performer "Jr Kilat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 20- , paper mache competition, various fruit contest and fun games, talent night for "Search for Lakambini Year 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 21-  fruit farm tour and search for ideal fruit farm, info. &amp;amp; comm. technology (ICT) forum, forum on good agri. practices for mango, final search for Lakambini ng Timpupo Year 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 22- fruit congress, exhibits and product demonstration, jobs fair, SK night featuring a guest band performer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 23- fruit galore with guest Marc Logan, WOW Davao Game show, search for Ms. Fruity Gay 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 24- Street Dancing competition (host: Marc Logan), inter-collegiate basketball semi-finals, battle of the bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 25- koong trail rehab and clean up drive, inter-collegiate basketball championship, 1st Mayor Gantuangco airsoft friendship game, 1st mayor RYG Cup motorcross competition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-8705237901812652735?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/8705237901812652735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=8705237901812652735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/8705237901812652735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/8705237901812652735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/08/mlang-doc.html' title='mlang doc'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rr0-PWuPKuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/beGjhw1N3po/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2912601321145580022</id><published>2007-08-06T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:16:40.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm joining the Mindanao Bloggers Summit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mindanaobloggers.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096254401049209458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RrmIYGuPKnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/y7_FXIzqreo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Kami na pud!&lt;/span&gt; (It's our turn!) There will be 1st &lt;a href="http://www.mindanaobloggers.com/events/mbs1/"&gt;Mindanao Bloggers&lt;/a&gt; Summit with the theme Spotlight Mindanao: Blogging for Culture, Identity &amp;amp; Understanding at NCCC Mall of Davao City" on October 27, 2007 from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.. It's the best avenue to get together with other bloggers in Mindanao... Kitakits!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st Mindanao Bloggers Summit Sponsors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ptlavina.wordpress.com/"&gt;Councilor Peter Laviña&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bisayabloggers.com/"&gt;BisayaBloggers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://davaosfoodhuntress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Davao's Food Huntress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lanesystems.com/"&gt;Lane Systems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-commercephilippines.com/"&gt;Join the DigitalFilipino.com Club!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dimsumdiner.net/"&gt;Dimsum Diner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bisayabloggers.com/"&gt;BisayaBloggers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://davaosfoodhuntress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Davao’s Food Huntress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nokiahost.com/"&gt;NoKiAHOST.COM P5/day webhosting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globelines.com.ph/"&gt;Globe Broadband&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gop-unmdp.org/"&gt;Act for Peace Programme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheeromedia.com/"&gt;Web Design Philippines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lanesystems.com/"&gt;Lane Systems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:josamme@yahoo.com"&gt;Snap Graphic &amp;amp; Sign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flaney.com/"&gt;Orange County Real Estate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cerveo.com/"&gt;Web Developer Philippines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericzoo.com/"&gt;Eric Clark Su&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendster.com/fwendzdiner"&gt;Fwendz Diner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artcomprints.com/"&gt;Artcom Printing Services&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cubepixelstudio.com/"&gt;Cubepixels Design Studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-2912601321145580022?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2912601321145580022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2912601321145580022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2912601321145580022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2912601321145580022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/08/mind-summit_06.html' title='mind summit'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RrmIYGuPKnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/y7_FXIzqreo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-897461913198310683</id><published>2007-07-28T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:19:43.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cmc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central Mindanao Colleges Medical Outreach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's so overwhelming to be part of the Medical Outreach activity of the Central Mindanao Colleges (CMC) yesterday in line with the celebration of their 60th Foundation Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RqwiuGuPKmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IPX2WmrzEoo/s1600-h/richard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RqwiuGuPKmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IPX2WmrzEoo/s320/richard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092483454123059810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Wednesday night when our Clinical Instructor received a text message informing that our group [Group XIII] will be sent to CMC for a medical mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're ten in the group. We arrived at around 8 a.m. Then we proceed to the High School Building for the venue of the said activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I think we have done our best (in taking their vital signs). Heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really commend the president of the school, officers in charge, doctors and the CMC students who exert effort to establish a camaraderie with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certificate of Recognition and a souvenir were given to us afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Central Mindanao Colleges  celebrating its 60 years foundation anniversary; July 26-28,2007 with its theme" 6o years of touching lives...shining though the test of time...Forever". A substantive souvenir program  feature the milestone of the CMC as a legacy to its stakeholders.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the CMC family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TERORISMO by Narz Palma Sitoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendster.com/pulsecircle"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Friendster Update&lt;/span&gt;; August: Viewed 579... Thank you very much!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-897461913198310683?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/897461913198310683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=897461913198310683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/897461913198310683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/897461913198310683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/07/cmc.html' title='cmc'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RqwiuGuPKmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IPX2WmrzEoo/s72-c/richard2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-946040911477033940</id><published>2007-07-22T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:10:59.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Projection... Intellectualization... Denial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No question: Section * students will get high scores in our 100 items  Psychiatric Nursing departmental preliminary exam when in fact the questions [for me] are too difficult. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makadugo'g ilong. &lt;/span&gt;The truth is, they have already an instant answer. Questions 56 to 100 was already a part of their quiz prior to exam. So, they already know the answers. Tsk, tsk! Where's the fairness? I &lt;strike&gt;guess&lt;/strike&gt; demand theres a need for change- that it would soon change... soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a departmental preliminary exam because the 100 items questions are from 3 CIs of 5 sections in the level four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't consider the facts that they have different teachings strategies, discussions and topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! See how Psychiatric nursing could bring? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makabuang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However, I just brushed off and calmed myself with the sad truth that perhaps they have different standards as a rule of nature, we cannot please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just left with no choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-946040911477033940?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/946040911477033940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=946040911477033940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/946040911477033940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/946040911477033940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/07/psychia.html' title='Psychia'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3311895359260576170</id><published>2007-06-30T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T13:10:16.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cdkada go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CDKADA GO: Colegio de Kidapawan Acquaintance Party Year 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rox81O-jQJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hETTR_oTwwo/s1600-h/richard1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rox81O-jQJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hETTR_oTwwo/s320/richard1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083575333389811858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was fine and &lt;strike&gt;cozy&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;night&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; afternoon yesterday, when the gymnasium was filled with smiling faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of classes in June ushered a lot of hope for all students. Great hope to get good grades and have lots of fun and excitement too. The acquaintance party is one of those exciting chills. But I don't think it provided a nice avenue for old and new students to be acquainted with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was jammed by two bubbly masters of ceremonies, Ma. Coleen and Peter Jay. The program opened through an invocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a showcased of various surprises starting with the game introduced by the outgoing CSC President. Then it was followed by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformer, Generation X &lt;/span&gt;contest. The guideline is that each department must have one male and female entry. It must be real male and female identity. The gymnasium went on an uproar during the transformation of the contestants from male to female identity and female to male identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The party was colored with the different intermission numbers of the bands and dancers of CdK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope everyone enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-3311895359260576170?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3311895359260576170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3311895359260576170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3311895359260576170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3311895359260576170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/06/cdkada-go.html' title='cdkada go'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rox81O-jQJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hETTR_oTwwo/s72-c/richard1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1361824449343896121</id><published>2007-06-15T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:11:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stumbled and down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUMBLED AND DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some trees grow less leaves and branches...&lt;br /&gt;Some clouds grow separated from each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some love don't even grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is a sad fact that lingers my canvas. I can no more see blotches of ink. My blurred vision provokes my eyes to rest. Have I lost my contact lenses with reality? Why must there be a love like this when its paints and happiness are untitled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No break up... But  she's now with another guy. She left without a word [leave me hanging on air]. It's obviously over. She already forgot that I existed and was still her boyfriend. Of a girl who seem to care but when I'm not she'll just say "I don't care".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate myself for always thinking her and for dreaming of things which could never come true. What a scarlet truth! You have to know her secrets and lies. S***! This is not what I'm expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry. I guess I didn't really make her capable of love for whatever its worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just throw away something- and- someone I love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's another worthless try. I know. That's how lifes game is played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cath, I had loved you more than you think I would, but I feel sorry that you've lost your chance to be loved more than you would ever feel in your life after this."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*sigh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1361824449343896121?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1361824449343896121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1361824449343896121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1361824449343896121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1361824449343896121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/06/stumbled-and-down.html' title='stumbled and down'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3389388357368481099</id><published>2007-05-25T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:37:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost story</title><content type='html'>I don't have a new entry. Peace out! For the mean time, here's a campus ghost story I wrote for a publication. Check it out! Enjoy! And don't hesitate to leave a comment. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rk17LutUBYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xLFd620nZqE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rk17LutUBYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xLFd620nZqE/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065840597308540290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ROOM 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Richard V. Diongson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hindi ako naniniwala sa multo. Imagination  lang yan, pare. Parang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mga character sa comics na kinokolekta ko. Mga  kuwento lang yan ni Madel, yung katulong namin s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a bahay. May nunal daw  siya sa mata kaya nakakakita siya ng multo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Isang nakakatamad na tanghali, nilito  namin si Miss Baluyot, ang teacher namin sa Biology, para hindi siya  magturo ng taxonomy ni Aristotle. “Sige na, ma'am!” biro namin.  “Sabagay, class, I know you just came from lunch,” eksplika niya.  Kaya raw kami inaantok dahil bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sy ang tiyan namin sa pag-grind ng pagkain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Ma'am naniniwala ba kayo sa multo?”  tanong ng isang makulit na kaklase ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tumayo si Miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Baluyot at tinungo ang  harapan ng teacher's table. Tiningnan ko isa-isa ang mukha ng mga kaklase  ko. May abot-tenga ang ngiti. May mga nanghahampas ng armed chair. Roudy  na ang klase. Sinutsutan kami ni Miss Baluyot. Pag hindi kami tumahimik,  hindi siya magkukuwento. Nakauto na naman ang mga kaklase ko, nasasaloob  ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Habang nagdo-drowing ako ng anim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e character  sa sketchpad ko, pinakikinggan ko si Miss Baluyot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First teaching job niya sa Mataas na  Paaralan ng Heneral sa Tupi, General Santos nang mangyari ang experience  niya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Room 4. Maliit ang kwartong iyon. Madilim  pero malinis at maayos naman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kinuha niya ang kanyang plastic ruler  mula sa drawer at saka niya ipinagpatuloy ang paglilista ng mga estudyante  para sa kanyang Science class. Biol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ogy rin ang itinuro niya noong una. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Habang nagsusulat, may lumitaw na anino  sa peripheral vision niya. Nang lingunin niya ang anino, may nakita  siyang isang estudyanteng babae na lumapit sa kanya mula sa pinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ang babae ay nagpakilala sa pangalang  Agnes at transferee mula sa Iligan. Maamo ang mukha, malungkot. “Sige,”  sabi ni Miss Baluyot kay Agnes. “I'll confer with the principal. See  you next class.” Tumango lang si Agnes at tinungo ang pinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Simula noon, araw-araw nang pumapasok  si Agnes. Itinataas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;niya ang kanyang kamay tuwing tinatawag ang kanyang  pangalan habang nagro-roll call si Miss Baluyot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nang mga panahong ding iyon, nagtataka  ang kanyang mga estudyante kung bakit panay ang tawag niya ng Agnes  habang nakasilip sa bakanteng upuan sa tabi ng bintana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Isang umaga, papunta siya sa Room 4 nang  marinig niya mula sa corridor ang ingay ng klase. Napabuntong-hininga  na lang siya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nang makarating siya sa silid, dire-diretso  siya sa teacher's table at sinimulan ang pagtse-check ng attendance.  Ilang ulit niyang tinawag ang pangalan ni Agnes pero w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;alang sumagot  sa kanya. Napansin niyang wala si Agnes sa upuan nito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Class, have you seen Agnes this morning?”  tanong niya sa klase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lumitaw ang pagtataka sa mukha ng mga  estudyante niya. “We don't know, ma'am,” sabad ng isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Maybe she informed your adviser that  she's going to be absent today. Anyway…” May nagtaas ng kamay mula  sa likod ng klase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Yes, Maclang?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tumayo ang tinawag. “Ma'am, ahhm..  Wala po kaming kilalang Agnes po.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“What do you mean?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Yes, ma'am. Wala pong Agnes dito sa  class.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Isa-isa niyang tiningnan ang mukha ng  mga estudyante niya p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ero iisa lang ang sagot nila. Wala silang kaklaseng  Agnes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Naguluhan siya sa mga pangyayari. Baka  pinaiikot lang ng klase ang puwet niya dahil bagong teacher siya kaya  pumunta siya sa registrar's office para alamin kung may naka-enrol na  Agnes sa klase niya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Laking gulat nya nang malamang wala sa  listahan ng mga bagong estudyante si Agnes. Pinuntahan niya ang prinsipal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Miss Baluyot,” anang prinsipal na  humarap sa kanya, hawak ang isang lumang folder. “Do you mean Agnes  Reyes?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Yes,” sagot niya sa prinsipal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Yes, there's a student here named  Agnes Reyes. But she's gone, Miss Baluyot. I mean, she's already dead.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nabitawan ni Miss Baluyot ang hawak niyang  Biology book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Are you okay, Miss Baluyot?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pinulot niya ang textbook at tulala siyang  lumabas sa principal's office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Simula noon, may mga estudyanteng sunud-sunod  na nasasaniban. May nakikita raw na kalansay ang mga estudyante sa Room  4. Lagi nila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ng binabanggit ang pangalan ni Agnes. Gusto raw niyang mahukay  ang mga buto niya na nalibing sa likod ng silid. Nag-decide ang prinsipal  na magpamisa sa school tuwing Biyernes. Katahimikan ng kaluluwa ni Agnes  ang ipinagdarasal nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;May isang local TV station na pumick-up  ng istorya. Sabi sa balita, tuwing gabi, may mga motoristang napapadaan  sa harap ng school at nakakakita ng babaeng estudyanteng nakaputi, mahaba  ang buhok, at hindi maaninag ang mukha. Ayon sa kanila, kumakaway ang  babae. Animo may gustong sabihin. Kaya nagmemenor ang mga motorista  kapag napapadaan sila sa paaralan lalo na kapag disoras ng gabi para  makaiwas sa anumang kapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hamakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Isang security guard naman na ininterview  ang nagsabi na may naririnig sila tuwing nagroronda sa gabi. Animo may  taong naglalakad na may nakakabit na kadena sa paa na hinihila mula  sa silid na yun hanggang sa dalawang kalapit na silid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Natawa kami sa binanggit ni Miss Baluyot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Baka nalipasan ng gutom yung guwardiya,  ma'am,” biro ng kaklase ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Maybe…” pakli ng aming guro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Isang first year student ang unang pinagpakitaan  ni Agnes sa comfort room. Pugot ang kanyang ulo. Hinayaan lang diumano  ng naturang estudyante ang nakita. Pero makalipas ang dalawang araw,  nagpakita ulit ito sa kanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kuwento naman ng isang English teacher,  isang araw may pinagawa siyang seatwork sa mga estudyante niya. Nasulyapan  niya ang isang batang may katamaran at kahinaan ang ulo. Nagtaka ang  guro kung bakit hindi nito ginagawa ang binigay na seat work. Nang ipasa  ang bata ang papel, laking gulat nya nang makitang may nakasulat sa  papel gamit ang isang pulang ballpen at tama lahat ng sagot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maya-maya'y sinapian ang bata at dinala  sa faculty room. Mga sampung tao rin ang nagtanong kung sino sya. Hanggang  sa nalaman nilang si Agnes ang pumasok sa katawan ng bata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Agad na nagpamisa ang school. Habang  nagdada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sal ang mga guro at estudyante, lumutang ang amoy na hindi nila  maintindihan kung ano. Biglang umakyat sa gate ng school ang batang  sinapian ni Agnes. Nabulabog ang lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hinukay ang mga buto ni Agnes sa likod  ng Room 4. Makalipas ang dalawang taon, hindi na ulit sya nagparamdam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nang lingunin ko ang mga kaklase ko,  natawa ako dahil tahimik sil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ang nakatitig kay Miss Baluyot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Ano ang nangyari kay Agnes, ma'am?”  singit ng isang kaklase ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“You know, class. Biktima si Agnes  ng isang karumal-dumal na krimen. She wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s raped sa isang sulok ng building  before it was finished. Where Room 4 was situated till now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sakto nag-ring ang bell. Nagsigawan ang  mga kaklase ko. Box office ang kuwento ni ma'am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hindi ako naniniwala sa multo, pare.  Pero kinilabutan ako nang tingnan ko ang sketchpad ko. I was supposed  to draw a bishounen, p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;are. Pero isang babaeng naka-school uniform ang  nai-drawing ko. It gave me the creeps. Hindi ko ito sinabi sa mga kaklase  ko pero hanggang ngayon, nakatabi pa rin ang papel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Copyright. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any forms or by any means. Strict eh.. Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;*Special thanks to Soulfly and Kenkoy for the pic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-3389388357368481099?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3389388357368481099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3389388357368481099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3389388357368481099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3389388357368481099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/05/ghost-story.html' title='ghost story'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rk17LutUBYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xLFd620nZqE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3510072712035334486</id><published>2007-05-21T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:48:17.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's my birthday!!! :-).. New life... New Journey.. New beginning.. At 19...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-3510072712035334486?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3510072712035334486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3510072712035334486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3510072712035334486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3510072712035334486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/05/bday.html' title='bday'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3946562206586990428</id><published>2007-05-17T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:56:02.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LET’S TALK ABOUT CONDOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my clinical exposure at the City Puericulture and Family Planning Center, instead of waiting for "miracles", our clinical instructor decided to talk about contraceptives. I don’t know why I’m very interested about the topic. And I guess, my group mates think the same way. Our CI let us choose a topic to be discussed in the group. Without hesitation, I chose condom.&lt;em&gt; My super- ego speaks, “Hey, why are you so engrossed with condoms?” My id replies, “Well… I like to talk about things that block my sanity, and condom is one of them, believe me.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condoms guarantee safety. It prevents pregnancy. Failure rate is low with 3 to 20%. It also protects against Sexually Transmitted Diseases. Some condoms have those different styles and designs printed on them with a fruit flavor (No! It’s not a flavor, it’s a smell… Whatever). Thank God, they don’t consider Rachael Newman of American Psycho2 for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RkwDuetUBWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wP1S1AuNfUc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065427777936950626" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RkwDuetUBWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wP1S1AuNfUc/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the food court just left wing of Central Warehouse Club is the place where I, colleagues, chums loves to bunch. It is just a walking distance from Colegio if you’re poor like me without a five- peso tricycle fare. It is the most attractive “caller” for window shoppers, purchase-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; outers&lt;/span&gt;, passersby, bystanders, etc. It is the place to relax and sometimes a rendezvous for lovers and text mates. I tell you, it is affordable, clean and of course, the food is yummy. But I still prefer to eat those in streets where I can spend 5 to 10 pesos only such as &lt;em&gt;kwek- kwek&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;isaw&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I and a friend of mine met there. After taking our order, we sat in the vacant chair in front of &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;uid=42544585"&gt;Chow-Ann’s&lt;/a&gt;. As the ketchup smudged in my teeth, she suddenly said, “I’m pregnant.” Oh c’mon, how could that be? Ahh.. err.. uhm, I don’t think I’ll be able to finish telling it. All I can say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they did not use condoms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And besides I have too much to think about than to be pestered with it. I have a lot on my plate. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahayaan ko muna ang problema ng iba sa blog na ‘to.&lt;/span&gt; So, it’s time for me to proceed for the next meat of this rant. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m already a senior nursing student this coming new school year. But I’m still a novice (I hope I used it right). I still have few DR and OR cases. As required by the Philippine Regulatory Commission, nurse wannabes must completed 5 handle, 5 assist and 5 cord dress for Delivery cases and 5 minor and major operations before taking the Nurse Licensure Exam. As of this writing, I only have 1 handle, 2 assist, 3 cord dress, 4 minor operations and a zilch for major operation. But I still have 1 year to comply. Just wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry (with due respect to my Clinical Instructors), but I have to blame the schedule and the clinical areas given to me. The reason why since the first day of the summer semester until now I still have no new cases is that I’m exposed on a primary hospitals and a puericulture center where limited patients are admitted. Plus this week, I have no schedules clinical exposure as posted in the bulletin board. Plus I have no OR/ DR duty in KDI. Ergo, no new case is equal to a disappointed &lt;em&gt;Richard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will things get better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why they (CIs) are subject of criticisms is because of the students (like me) cannot keep silent on issues that concern them. As the maxim goes, when there is smoke, there is fire. But then again as they said, it is not part of some evil plan to fail us. It happens beyond their control. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don’t wear condoms, that is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-3946562206586990428?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3946562206586990428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3946562206586990428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3946562206586990428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3946562206586990428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/05/lets-talk-about-condom-during-my.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RkwDuetUBWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wP1S1AuNfUc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1712481919262528014</id><published>2007-05-13T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:43:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RkbBg4O3czI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/N17-MXcBiUQ/s1600-h/ric2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RkbBg4O3czI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/N17-MXcBiUQ/s200/ric2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063947601619415858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE NIGHT STAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live for night. My clinical schedule starts from three in the afternoon until twelve midnight, thrice a week. Whether I like it or not, it should be understood as final and absolute. It is not part of some evil plan and make my life even more miserable (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated everything from the start. My subconscious told me that the schedule was not for me. Our house is twenty kilometers away from the clinical area, with a multicab or a bus ride plus a 5-peso fare tricycle as the means to reach the place. It was dusk and I had no choice because this is to be the last trip to our baranggay. I cannot afford even to rent a boarding house or a lodging house [and one more thing, my duty is just thrice a week] so it is just a waste of time and money. So I had no choice but to accept the next option, as a one night house mate of my group mate house at J.P. Laurel. Ha.. ha... See how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pakapalan ng mukha &lt;/span&gt;could bring? So, I just laugh about it. Of course, those are those times when I have to swallow my shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rka3x4O3cyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VMX-OgrrjMs/s1600-h/ric2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rka3x4O3cyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VMX-OgrrjMs/s200/ric2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063936898560914210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our clinical concept this semester focus on special areas- Emergency Room, Operating Room and Delivery Room. Unfortunately, there are no patients for operations and delivery. Maybe because it is just a primary hospital. Ergo, it's a whole new level of boring. So our clinical instructor assigned us to different areas of the hospital as a medicating student nurse, for Vital signs monitoring, charting, ER and OPD. As usual, we're doing a usual experience we learned before. I couldn't help but wonder, did it all matter in the end? We spent 8- hour shift span but my perception of apathy did not budge. I did learn one thing, though. One absent tantamount to an extra six- make up duties and five hundred pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot! I learned to get some sleep during a day. Be well rested because you will be up all night. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTRA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day- shifters may think night nurses are relaxing while patients sleep, but night nurses want to clean the air. Anxiety can run high for night nurses pressured to make all the right decisions. And while some patients have successfully counted sheep into their dreams, nurses often are confronted with requests and issues that no one else can solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night nurses also are managing psychosocial issues that are masked during the day by the commotion and welcome interruptions by family and friends. At night, patient trust the nurses will look after them while they sleep and take care of all their problems if they can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a different world at night when you are caring for patients. They are totally alone without family and that sometimes causes them to get confused and disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse- patient ratios can shift drastically at night, as well, and create heavier work loads for nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those pressures have contributed to the heightened skill levels night nurses tend to posses, they are blood drawers, IV starters, baby deliverers and, often, a friendly face to share that sometimes not-so-friendly night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Advance for Nurses, Loving the Nightlife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1712481919262528014?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1712481919262528014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1712481919262528014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1712481919262528014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1712481919262528014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-night.html' title='one night'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RkbBg4O3czI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/N17-MXcBiUQ/s72-c/ric2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3699774282081694752</id><published>2007-05-07T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:44:47.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Related Learning Experience'/><title type='text'>epitome of care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPITOME OF CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7jpoO3cpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fgd_4NoP9HU/s1600-h/fert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7jpoO3cpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fgd_4NoP9HU/s200/fert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061733335524930194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In life, we are us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ually placed in a situations where we should placed to situations where we should undergo metamorphosis. We are to face transitions if we are to live at all. Nobody improves while remaining stagnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my head hits the solace of the pillow, I realized that there are lots to care about in life. For example, the decision to go into nursing means that no matter what kind of bad things I have to deal with each day, someone’s life will be directly impacted by my interventions. It is simply one should care. I need to take care my patients as if they are my chosen families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to nursing with the anticipation to be a registered nurse. For I see my love ones haunting my mind. My father labored the whole day for our mouths. My mother still cooked a dried fish despite a restriction on the monster of her thyroid. My brother is a picture of a life, a college education despised. We’re running short of cash. It’s hard not to fret all the time. So I care about it. I care with passion, the reason why I become slave of it. It won’t be called care for nothing. In a long run, we must have done something great to deserve such a grand life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I land up taking nursing because there is a great demand for nurses abroad. Nurses are paid with high remuneration for their work. So in two to five months time, I could have thousands of bucks. I persist to continue studying nursing because I learn to love nursing and everything about it. It’s amazing the things that people will let you do to them when you’re in uniform. When you walk into someone’s room with a thermometer, sphygmomanometer and a stethoscope, they tend to trust you to disturb and touch them. All this is done with complete trust on what you are doing. This is not just about patients but also my father, mother, uncle, auntie, brother, grandmother… They trust and support me along the way. So it’s a right thing that I will [should] do all my best. At least, there’s a fact that gives a damn over support, trust and money’s worth. I want to become a nurse not because it can give me a good life but because I promise to give people and my family a good life they truly deserve… A dream I want to fulfill.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7j7YO3cqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Tqs3wByFNE8/s1600-h/fert2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7j7YO3cqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Tqs3wByFNE8/s200/fert2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061733640467608226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! What if I fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way I feel like I haven’t learned enough to be a good nurse someday. Sure, I’ve learned important skills but it’s not enough. If I have to rate myself from one to ten, I’ll give myself -3- blag!-lower… I found myself at the bottom of the ladder. Moreover, I persist to be a nurse. I knew if I will not take the opportunity, lack the guts, the will and the attitude to overcome and conquer, definitely, I’ll keep on wrestling with the “what if,” or “I should have..,” or “I guess this is my destiny to suffer, to settle for what is least” syndrome. I stand firm in my belief that we should fail a failure. We are blessedly endowed with GOD (Gift of Decision). By the way, I still have  faith, courage and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s in Jerimiah 29:11. The Lord said, “I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.” “I will never leave nor forsake you.” So we may boldly say, “The Lord is our helper, I will not fear.” Hebrews 13:5-6. See? Isn’t that enough to inspire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not fail myself, my family. Step forward. For this is a struggle.. of fighting with or without.&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/29149472-3699774282081694752?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3699774282081694752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3699774282081694752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3699774282081694752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3699774282081694752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/05/epitome-of-care.html' title='epitome of care'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7jpoO3cpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fgd_4NoP9HU/s72-c/fert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1162244910616317908</id><published>2007-04-20T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:52:13.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7olYO3csI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AgotetQhWk0/s1600-h/fert4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7olYO3csI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AgotetQhWk0/s200/fert4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061738760068625090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of kids.." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give. God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it--He will bring you through it. Lord I love You and I need You, come into my heart, Today. For without You I can do nothing . &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.churchonahill.org/dreams____the_first_day_of_schoo.htm"&gt;(Churchonahill)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1162244910616317908?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1162244910616317908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1162244910616317908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1162244910616317908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1162244910616317908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7olYO3csI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AgotetQhWk0/s72-c/fert4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-4635253403723268826</id><published>2007-04-18T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:54:30.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7o-4O3ctI/AAAAAAAAAFg/C2k75sdAoUQ/s1600-h/fert5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7o-4O3ctI/AAAAAAAAAFg/C2k75sdAoUQ/s200/fert5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061739198155289298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHILD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your parents, you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other... But when books are opened, you discover you have wings...&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PICTURE: My niece, Lorraine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-4635253403723268826?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/4635253403723268826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=4635253403723268826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/4635253403723268826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/4635253403723268826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/04/child.html' title='child'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7o-4O3ctI/AAAAAAAAAFg/C2k75sdAoUQ/s72-c/fert5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-5535504731206498722</id><published>2007-04-13T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:56:58.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>Durian and Jollibee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7puYO3cuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/efvPBJ5lExM/s1600-h/fert6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7puYO3cuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/efvPBJ5lExM/s320/fert6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061740014199075554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DURIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Durian than Jollibee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will ask me to have a snack or I should say, a breakfast, lunch or a dinner in Jollibee, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry I'm not available&lt;/span&gt;. But if you insist and treat me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure why not!&lt;/span&gt; Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  This photo was taken in front of Jollibee near DBP Building, Kidapawan City.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-5535504731206498722?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/5535504731206498722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=5535504731206498722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5535504731206498722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5535504731206498722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/04/durian-and-jollibee.html' title='Durian and Jollibee'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rj7puYO3cuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/efvPBJ5lExM/s72-c/fert6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2344238656546050219</id><published>2007-04-12T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:38:06.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barung barong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rh3DfNAZKNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oBoP49b_JmU/s1600-h/bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 218px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rh3DfNAZKNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oBoP49b_JmU/s320/bar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052409297814235346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARUNG- BARONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isinilang kang salat sa yamang materyal... Pinagkaitan ng marangyang buhay... Ang pagkatao mo'y tila isang barung barong... Na yari man sa pinagtagpi- tagping bagay. Pero may dunong pa rin sa buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't deny the fact that lots of Filipinos this days face a serious condition of the country- POVERTY. (Count me in). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Note: This photo was taken in one of the streets in General Santos.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-2344238656546050219?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2344238656546050219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2344238656546050219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2344238656546050219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2344238656546050219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/04/barung-barong.html' title='barung barong'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rh3DfNAZKNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oBoP49b_JmU/s72-c/bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-9102248852264634136</id><published>2007-04-08T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:41:02.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RhiCXrcQNdI/AAAAAAAAADw/R9qITMxHp8k/s1600-h/chain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RhiCXrcQNdI/AAAAAAAAADw/R9qITMxHp8k/s320/chain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050930325405840850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE CHAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Lately, I don't know what to feel  nor how to react. I can't take this person off my mind. It was just somebody new. We met a couple of times but haven't even had the chance to hear nor feel. "Can you please not go and just stay. I love you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-9102248852264634136?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/9102248852264634136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=9102248852264634136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/9102248852264634136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/9102248852264634136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/04/chain.html' title='chain'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RhiCXrcQNdI/AAAAAAAAADw/R9qITMxHp8k/s72-c/chain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-4939377873313686896</id><published>2007-03-28T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:45:25.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rh3xRdAZKOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YL1H0Ipg15U/s1600-h/juv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 207px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rh3xRdAZKOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YL1H0Ipg15U/s400/juv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052459639125911778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A FAREWELL REMARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know when my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;utol &lt;/span&gt;Juvy will leave... She's leaving to finish her studies abroad.. We met last December in Gaisano Mall of Davao. And there she told me that she's leaving the country. :-( How sad... No one's gonna treat me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-4939377873313686896?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/4939377873313686896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/4939377873313686896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/03/cedrick-dela-cruz-bsn-3.html' title='vote'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Rh3xRdAZKOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YL1H0Ipg15U/s72-c/juv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2863239066355946127</id><published>2007-03-13T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T17:04:19.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epistle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Medical Research work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;Note: Dangerous mind never attempt to read this further&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://byahilo.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RfkLzxIuoiI/AAAAAAAAACE/vVW9ZLa_WoY/s320/moi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042074241809162786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE: &lt;/span&gt;A very communicable disease covered with filtrate virus of " Amoris et Amor"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYMPTOMS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;1. Restlessness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;     2. Vibrant palpitation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;     3. Loss of appetite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;     4. Sudden attack of day dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOURCES OF APPLICATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Telephone calls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  2. Letter of contaminated disease with germs of infections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPLICATIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Jealousy is affected&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TREATMENT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;1 bottle of tender, love and care with contain ten tablets of kissperin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIAGNOSIS: &lt;/span&gt;Safe and handled with care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRECAUTION: &lt;/span&gt;For emergency, offer a surgical manipulation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRESCRIPTION: &lt;/span&gt;Sulfadalaw- 1 tablet a day plus kissperin if needed. If fails, the best remedy is Picotin (for male) and Kidnapin (for female)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-2863239066355946127?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2863239066355946127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2863239066355946127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2863239066355946127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2863239066355946127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/03/truth-behind-cough-cpr-cough-cpr-it.html' title='epistle'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RfkLzxIuoiI/AAAAAAAAACE/vVW9ZLa_WoY/s72-c/moi3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-8594400353067229384</id><published>2007-02-27T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:29:32.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cigarette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't or you'll miss your toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RePdsJ8nA5I/AAAAAAAAABE/i4Mmc4GA4_s/s1600-h/moi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036112558984463250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RePdsJ8nA5I/AAAAAAAAABE/i4Mmc4GA4_s/s320/moi4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Naga-yosi ko katunga sa kaha taga- adlaw" (I smoke half of a pack a day), &lt;/span&gt;my 41 year-old patient says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was known chronic smoker. He started smoking since he was 11 years old. As a result, he has now three remaining toes on his left foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors diagnosis was &lt;a href="http://www.health-disease.org/blood-disorders/buergers-disease.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buergers disease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with gangrenous 1st and 5th digits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smoking is very closely related to &lt;a href="http://www.health-disease.org/blood-disorders/buergers-disease.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buerger's disease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and smoking history is one of the criterion for diagnosing the disease.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I received him as my patient last Sunday. He's okay for release but until now, he's still in the hospital. &lt;em&gt;Wala pa raw silang pambayad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smoking is expensive. It isn’t hard to figure out how much you spend on smoking; multiply how much money you spend on tobacco everyday by 365 (days per year). The amount may surprise you. Now multiply that by number of years you have been using tobacco and that amount will probably astound you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply the cost per year by 10 (for the upcoming 10 years) and ask yourself what you would rather do with that much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this doesn’t include the higher costs for health and life insurance, as well as the possible health care cost due to tobacco- related conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has to become the next victim. The cure to any disease starts with discipline, fighting the urge that forms a bad habit can be the cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking harms nearly every organs of your body causing many diseases and reducing your health in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that you should follow my advice, but for your sake, you should. After all, this is not a benefit of the few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-8594400353067229384?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/8594400353067229384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=8594400353067229384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/8594400353067229384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/8594400353067229384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/02/cigarette.html' title='cigarette'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RePdsJ8nA5I/AAAAAAAAABE/i4Mmc4GA4_s/s72-c/moi4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-5084736843300760596</id><published>2007-02-16T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:21:01.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Philosophy of wheels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032027522240782210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RdVaXuMmn4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QWkBQXpLRzc/s320/3d975c78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a calesa wheel, taken out of the cart and transformed into a bench. Such a lovely masterpiece that can be found in the Heritage City of Vigan. - by Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read an article today. This is something everybody should know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we will be asked to define what life is, most of us will surely say that it is a journey and like a wheel that turns round and round. As the days passed by, we may stumble and fall but the determination to move on continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go along, we should open our hearts and minds to all directions that life may offer. There are roads that are full of trials and hardships and there are roads that give us a clear picture of success and life's fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever roads we are taking today, never surrender instead keep your faith no matter what life may offer.&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/29149472-5084736843300760596?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/5084736843300760596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=5084736843300760596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5084736843300760596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5084736843300760596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/02/bay.html' title='bay'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RdVaXuMmn4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QWkBQXpLRzc/s72-c/3d975c78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3298151072702618178</id><published>2007-02-04T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:37:23.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Related Learning Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical and Surgical Nursing'/><title type='text'>THORACENTESIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No Room for Boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027549947683988146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RcVyClI84rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ydR3ocSEzqo/s320/Thoracentesis%2520procedure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're in bedside care (NS4, KDHI) for eight hours, thrice a week. [Taking vital signs, bedside care, nursing care, etc]. That's an awfully long time to work on two or three patients. So you can either be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. As I scanned my patients charts, I found out that one of my patients will undergo a close tube thoracentesis. It's a minor operation. On his chest Xray, a homogenous density is noted in his left lower hemithorax with meniscus obliterating the hemidiaphragm and cardiac border. It means, pleural fluid noted on his left lung. Therefore, it should be drained. Gets the pic? Hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have enough information about thoracentesis, of equipments, procedures, of what to do. Informations that I haven't read and heard of. Those are those times when I found myself at the bottom of the ladder. I'm very nervous and my palms were starting to get sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess something was pulling me from ward to the operating room -err- emergency room. Look, I was assign in the male ward then all of the sudden, I'm already in the emergency room. I learned, it is necessary to make yourself available. Oftentimes, you have to be flexible and prepared to change directions quickly. It was just recently that I assisted the patient for diagnostic nasal endoscopy. I knew if I didn't take the opportunity, I would always wonder what would have been. Besides, there will be mentors to help you along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asssiting for an operation is very challenging. I'm in fact experiencing difficulties. But I'm still assisting it quite well, I suppose. You can only imagine how nurses offer a lot of comfort to the patient who is about to undergo major event in his life no matter how simple the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the adventure and lesson that day brings. It was a so-good-liaison. The doctor discussed while doing the operation- about the anatomy and physiology of the case, the procedure, do's and dont's in assisting the patient undergoing thoracentesis. Maybe it is his ability to build consensus or a desire to share what he have learned. Thanks Doc G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-3298151072702618178?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3298151072702618178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3298151072702618178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3298151072702618178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3298151072702618178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/02/thoracentesis.html' title='THORACENTESIS'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/RcVyClI84rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ydR3ocSEzqo/s72-c/Thoracentesis%2520procedure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2967397321536740848</id><published>2007-01-20T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:52:58.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Related Learning Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing updates'/><title type='text'>night piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Night Piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="525" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/mn.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I had spent my seven-to-three morning shift at the nursing station 4 of Kidapawan Doctors Hospital (tertiary hospital). After few instructions from our clinical instructor, I pulled my paraphernalias on my 3rd year high school back pack (&lt;em&gt;na magbibirthday na bukas)&lt;/em&gt; and went in to see my first patient at the male ward and acting like I know what I am doing and talking about. It's all about practice, you know. hehe. I have five patients all-in-all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received K, twenty five years old, conscious and responsive. He's a man with high estrogen level. Of course as usual, I always start by introducing myself and to establish rapport. I'm aware that he's gay and his looks don't really come across. I took his vital signs, no abnormalities noted. I noticed multiple abrasions on his both lower extremities and I found out that he's a victim of January 10 bombing here in Kidapawan. He walked- no fret- by Quezon Boulevard, blast at 8:45. He suffered multiple blast injuries on his both lower extremities. On his Xray, small metabolic foreign bodies are noted in the soft tissue underlying his ankle joint, soft tissues of the middle third of his thigh posterolaterally as well as in the third of his leg. No fracture noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nursing care: Bedside care, Vital sign checked, rechecked and recorded, due meds given, placed on comfortable position, encouraged to have adequate rest period, encouraged to eat nutritious foods, diet well tolerated, encouraged verbalization of feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning at around 10, I followed the physical therapist for an electronic therapy for evaluation and treatment on his left foot drop. He couldn't perform activities like walking comfortably within the hospital premises because of his present condition. So, it's alteration in comfort. Sir Pete, the physical therapist who happened to be my friend Quen's big bro. What a coincidence! hehe. So we had a little chit-chat and asked him with questions about what he is doing than pretending myself like a babbling idiot. After 20 minutes of improving my patients dorsiflexion of his left foot, I wondered why Sir Pete using a doppler ultraound on Kimwel's left knee. Oh no! my patient is pregnant! *lol. It is just a therapeutic ultrasound and part of the treatment process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is just one among the victims admitted at KDI. There are wounded innocent lives, creatures haunted by that night. Ounce of blood dripped. Blood that keeps the beast alive to tell of its existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of our lives we've been praying for peace. But it seems impossible when everybody could see that peace being held in captive, struggling to be set free. The current news about bombing has allegedly urged nations to produce armaments that have perhaps drawn no end to these coercions. Conspicuously, in large areas here in Mindanao, these inhumane acts are a constant treat, If we only could get rid of the violence and let humanity grow then maybe that's when peace will fly again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The unfortunate events have seeded its wrath, and to most people, it would take away lives of scores. Every place has been put onto suspicion. Everyone gets feared that anytime a bomb could explode. Is there any place in the world worth to be called safe? I guess none. For its only our trust in Him that would make us safe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the desire to ease the suffering that used to be part of the healing process. But I got tired of fixing problems that don't matter in the grand scheme of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www2.sunstar.com.ph/static/dav/2007/01/17/news/spc.tops.nursing.exam.passing.rate.in.davao.html"&gt;Colegio de Kidapawan landed 11th place in the Nursing Licensure Exam last December 2006 among schools in Davao City, rest of Davao and Central Mindanao regions. &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/29149472-2967397321536740848?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2967397321536740848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2967397321536740848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2967397321536740848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2967397321536740848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/01/night-piece.html' title='night piece'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-6623337834078927098</id><published>2007-01-05T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:21:24.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Related Learning Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Device'/><title type='text'>pocket pal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pocket Comrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Ho I wish to have a PDA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're getting hang of maximizing space in the planet. From bulky analogs, we made wee cellphones; from monster desktops to sleek mac laptops; from bunch of nursing books to a pocket sized device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="302" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/fertt.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object of my dreams and fantasies is a pocket- sized plastic device measures more or less four inches length and 3 inches wide called PDA or Personal Digital Assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, &lt;em&gt;guto ko magkaro'n ng PDA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a nursing student like me whose life revolve around the college and clinical settings resolves around reference books like the medical dictionary, laboratory manual, NANDA, durg handbook and journals; that were staples in our backpacks , is not an easy you know. When a clinical instructors asked a drug study, students searching for the right book ( MIMS or PDR Drug Hand book, etc) to look for classifications, adverse effects, indications, contraindications, mechanism of actions and nursing responsibilities. &lt;em&gt;If only the students had something to keep with them. It would save time and increase the probability that they [we] take the extra step to research pharmacological interventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is a Personal Digital Assistant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PDAs (Personal Digital Assistants) are handheld computers that can synchronize information between the handheld and your desk top computer. Most use pen based interfaces with handwriting recognition technologies for data entry. Like most technology the PDA has quickly evolved to be a fairly sophisticated device but the basic applications on most PDAs include a date book, address book, task list, memo pad and calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Types of Devices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are currently two main competing device formats, Palm (PalmOne) and Pocket PC (Microsoft). Palm devices uses the Palm Operating System (OS) as do several other manufacturers such as Handspring, Sony, and TRG for example. Microsoft PocketPC based devices include those manufactured by Compaq/Hewlett-Packard and Casio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why would I buy a PDA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many programs have been developed to help nurses and other health care professionals and are valuable because of the enormous amount of information that can be made available during patient care and particularly at the point-of-care. Some of the particular uses include calculations, vast amounts of reference and clinical tools for quick reference, and patient tracking. It is important to consider what you want to use the PDA for when making a decision about which device to purchase. Some things to think about include: the device's data entry method (especially for email and text intensive applications), the size and shape of the device and its display (should be comfortable to hold and the display easy to read), integrated features such as GPS, MP3 player, memory slots, peripheral accessories (headphones, keyboards etc.), digital camera and cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What comes with a PDA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the basic applications that come with a PDA are a calendar and date book, address book, memo pad and To Do list, expenses, email, calculator and built in security features such as passwords and information 'locks'. Increasingly PDAs are integrating other technologies such as voice recording, MP3 players, wireless connectivity with wireless networking (WiFi) or cellular telephone technology, and digital cameras. Basically, the more features and memory that these adaptable computing devices offer the higher the price.&lt;br /&gt;An essential feature of PDAs is their ability to synchronise data with a PC or Apple Mac computer. All PDA devices come with synchronisation software and some sort of desktop Personal Information Manager (PIM) application. Palm OS machines will work with either Windows or Apple Macintosh systems, whereas PocketPC machines are designed to synchronise with Microsoft Windows based systems. Most can also use third-party PIMs such as Lotus Organiser, or CorelCentral with additional software purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quotes from Old School Goes High Tech, Advance for Nurses: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To me, it ties it all together, Kurt said. As you're learning how critically think about a patient, you want to look at all aspects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pocket- sized reference builds confidence in students allowing to assuredly answer patients' questions with certainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources: Old School Goes High Tech, Advance for Nurses, Internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-6623337834078927098?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/6623337834078927098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=6623337834078927098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/6623337834078927098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/6623337834078927098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/01/pocket-pal.html' title='pocket pal'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1338533424938493990</id><published>2007-01-01T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:19:47.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>XMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Real Spirit of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mind you, in parts of India, there's an annual holiday during which people pay visits to those with whom they've quarelled during the previous year, and make peace. I wish we could import that practice and make it part of our christmas. Think of it: a festival of mass reconciliation, a day of new beginnings which is what our Christmas should be, but isn't. There are boo boos that make everyone, seem well, a litle grinchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1338533424938493990?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1338533424938493990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1338533424938493990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1338533424938493990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1338533424938493990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2007/01/xmas.html' title='XMAS'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-6576107519209545830</id><published>2006-12-19T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:16:41.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Related Learning Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotabato City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maternal and Child Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of town'/><title type='text'>dr exposure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brief Encounters: DR Exposure at CRMC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="602" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/survive.jpg" width="558" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still have a hang- over on my graveyard shift Delivery Room exposure at Cotabato Regional and Medical Center (CRMC), Cotabato City last week but it seems as though it happened yesterday. I look like a breakdown machine with big eyebags like those people who neglect their sleep to work for call centers and entertainment bars. I lost two pounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were different exciting and new things experienced. Very challenging but it was really full of fun and lessons to be worth reminiscing. I can't imagine how I looked when we arrived and performed our daily chores. But still I reckoned that experience. It was a clinical that set us nursing students apart from the rest of the college and the usual Related Learning Experiences in the ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole exposure, I learned that there is a need to practice, practice, practice and more practice. Be sure you have memorized the right sequence. Also prepared on relative topics about Maternal and Child Health and of course about delivery as clinical instructor, nurses and doctors might ask a couple of side questions while you're doing your newborn care or assisting and handling in the delivery. Our Clinical Instructor, Ms. Deborah Tolentino, RN reprimanded us thrice or I should say 4 times, 5 times, 50 times... during our 8 hours span of care for our wrong doing. But I still be thankful for it will help us to be an effective nurse someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night, we went to Cafe Florencio in the down town section of Cotabato City. I ordered two red horse. Toink! A juke box played dance songs and local tunes. Over all, it was a great time to relax and just hang- out with colleagues after days of exhausting duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-6576107519209545830?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/6576107519209545830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=6576107519209545830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/6576107519209545830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/6576107519209545830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/12/dr-exposure.html' title='dr exposure'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-5589904311921359882</id><published>2006-12-14T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:27:28.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Related Learning Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of town'/><title type='text'>chuy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Taste of my future world.. of my future Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first term of the second semester this school year is coming to a close for a christmas vacation. Yahoo! No question, there's a way to put a happy mask this yuletide season. I survived my delivery room exposure at Cotabato Regional and Medical Center, Cotabato City; clinicl exposure at Dizon Hospital and Kidapawan Doctors Hospital; surpassed the nerve wrecking exams of Methos of Research, Psychopathophysiology, Curative and Rehabilitative Nursing Care Management. In a way, I feel like I learned a lot but that's not quite enough. I've learned important skills like how to medicate oral meds, intravenous thru tubing, nebulization, assisting and handling in the delivery, newborn care and post mortem care. I also learned a little amount about ABG and ECG during the symposium last Sunday at the AVR Room. And of course, the boring lectures every Wednesday night, Thursdays and Fridays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nursing is not an easy course. It's not a piece of cake! Nursing care goes through challenging activities. We go to clinical setting of three days a week to hone our new skills with real patient and we get to see the real world applications of science as we learn. Then three days classes and then a ward class every Sunday. We spend 3 to 6 hours every class. It turn myself into a breakdown machine. Every week, I have two quizzes, nusing care plans, 1 reading, drug studies, and a comprehensive assesment. These things scare and agitate nursing students to death. All these are nerve wrecking. But those are not to be dreaded as they said because it's part of the training to an effective, competitive amd efficient nurse someday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I enroled in nursing because there is a great demand of nurses abroad. It is a sure way to earn money, and perhaps a good life. Yes, I might be a nurse but I'm not doing nursing. But as my nursing studies progresses, everything changes. I persist to continue nursing because I learn to love nursing and everyhting about it. It;s amazing the things that people will let you do to them where you're in a uniform to inspect, palpate, auscultate, and do some nursing care. Of course, you have to do first a bed side care when you go to your patient's room and most of all, to establish rapport. This is done to gain trust and cooperation to your patient for your 6 to 8 hours span of care. I like nursing because I get to do so many things with my hands and my brain at the same time. The procedures aren't mindless; they require thinking and planning. I never lost the need to be of service to others. I dreamt of helping other people not by means of money. I'm willing to volunteer my time and knowledge. That's why I joined Red Cross Youth Council in our school which places a high value in Service and Senior Citizens Medical Service volunteer. And learn to love nursing. Okay, I know, it sounds too good to be true. It's not an easy job, you know. It requires dedication. Oh c'mon, it seems that I want to quit nursing and be a nurse. Heheh. Damn, I'm not that good. I guess, if I have to rate myself from 1 to 1o (10 as the highest), I'll give 4- blag! lower. Yes, it's true. I still have lots of rice to eat. I mean, to learn more about nursing be it in skills, knowledge and attitude. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chuy; and a chuy photo shooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Was watching TV when I stumbled to a tele magazine regional show that was produced by ABS-CBN Cagayan de Oro, named chuy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educational and entertaining. These are two ingredients that make Chuy a cut above the rest. It offers lots of informations and the delivery was interesting and appealing. The show jammed by three good-looking hosts- Richard...ah, err, uhm, I forgot, it's Ryan, Tina and Rishi with a special participation of MOR CDO Disk jockey Bernie Bitok-bitok who stamped their individual mark on the show with their own brand of elegance and wit. With the show, you will be able to relate yourself. Just as if you are director, you would point your camera at a scene that recreates the image in your mind. The show offers interesting segments. They features ur sport, ur style, ur idol, ur gmik, ur muzik, u-nik, fud trip, uso, you, and jukbuk. Some of the segments can gain inspiration for the viewers. It’s a proof that Regional shows did well also for entertainment… It’s one show I try not to miss every Sunday 11 A.M.. It’s definitely, Chuy!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chuy" is the slang word for "cool" or "nice" and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;English - "The movie is so cool!"&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya - "Chuy kaayo ang salida (sine) bai!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-5589904311921359882?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/5589904311921359882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=5589904311921359882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5589904311921359882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5589904311921359882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/12/chuy-and-chuy-photo-shooter-was.html' title='chuy'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1031384482297243146</id><published>2006-12-09T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:28:29.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cockfight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Of cockfight hubbubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa pula... Sa Puti..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are common statements I heard during a cock fight. It's fun and you could see different paints of faces and reactions especially when they win. Most of the handlers, financiers and gaffers have their unlimited thoughts until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many cockers list of must haves as luck in order to win. Some rely on practices and superstitions beliefs but most of them name their chickens by the name they will bring them the best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was evident during my mother's birthday last December 3. My father and brother Raymond joined the two- cock derby at New Makilala Gallera- Saguing Republic. The entry named &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt;. Do I have to elaborate why? Heheh. It grabs the championship title together with other 15 entries among more than fifty entries all over North Cotabato and other neighboring places during that day. Well, it also cost me a lot of money. I had a 25% mark up on my allowance the day after. So I viewed each meal as feast. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the luck does not end up there. Once more, they champ again at Nueva Vida last December 5 with the entry name of &lt;em&gt;Happy Fiesta. &lt;/em&gt;There are more than fourty entries in that two- cock derby. Only two entries champ. It's in line with the celebration of the place patron saint feast day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and brother has proven to be the best again. Super show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for continued success.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1031384482297243146?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1031384482297243146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1031384482297243146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1031384482297243146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1031384482297243146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/12/cockfight.html' title='cockfight'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-8949068063412785290</id><published>2006-12-01T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T13:15:36.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>verbal gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reprimand number .01 : Verbal Gymnastic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/Reprimand_by_xm0n0x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is Methods of Research for research only? Think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That there is a perfect pronunciation of terms in English vocabulary is one truth some may have never fully realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I had my Methods of Research class from five in the afternoon until eight in the evening after my five hours clinical exposure at Dizon Hospital. I had a sore loser and sorry excuse to a teacher after having written about how she pronounce the word &lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;[bi-kawz, -koz, -kuhz] on a small sheet of paper that hurts her. I wrote the word &lt;em&gt;bekaz &lt;/em&gt;and passed it on my seatmate without knowing that I was caught for doing the bad thing. I was surprised to discover how I worked over those things. I'm not going to say that it is right because it is really bad.Those are those times when the room's thermometer screams "it's getting hot in here". She seemed angry and asked me what I feel with a big question mark and five exclamatory marks. She was offended, she said. According to her, it's the first time that someone corrected how she pronounce the said word. And how she sure that only Richard Diongson? Surely, there are students also had opinions on their own. But don't get me wrong- it bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is currently the principal of a big school in the city thus it is safe to conclude that she have gone through rigid training and experience and deserving of merit as expert in her profession. She knows more, no question for that. She posses both in abundance- having passed any tests or training required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe that I deserved her reprimand. I am tempted of doing it rather than listen to her go on and on about whatnot. It's my first day on her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I'm not good in pronunciation. Nobody is perfect. We are not native English speakers. I'm firm in believing that substance will always win over style. There's no need to speak with a twang. It would be nice if no pretensions about it. It can be quite destructing on the ear. But as what she said, We should learn the right way of pronouncing it... K. Fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I should be fair and remember, &lt;em&gt;Tao lang po&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you broke somebody or some peoples heart, healing is remote possibility. And I said, "Sorry." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-8949068063412785290?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/8949068063412785290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=8949068063412785290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/8949068063412785290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/8949068063412785290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/12/verbal-gymnastics.html' title='verbal gymnastics'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3769407984735603595</id><published>2006-11-21T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:24:57.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>krus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sa krus na landas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulad ng isang traysikel, kailangan ng gasolina upang tumakbo. Ang buhay ay ganyan pipiliting uusad at tiyak na makakawala ka sa lunod ng sakit at hirap. Kaya dapat lumaban, magmadali, tulinan ang takbo sapagkat sa dako pa roon.. sa dulo ng landas, naroon ang liwanag. Iyan ay isang paghamon sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/novo.jpg" width="575" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay isang estudyante at sa isang pribadong paaralan nagaaral, nagsisikap upang makapagtapos at nang matulungan ang pamilya. Bilang isang batang binusog sa pagmamahal at pag aalaga ng mga magulang sa pagsasaka, napag-isip ko ang hirap na pinagdadaraanan nila, makatuntong lamang ako ng kolehiyo. Tama nga, sa pagkakataong ito'y kailangan ang tatag at tibay ng loob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mundo ng katotohanan, kailangan ng sikap at tiyaga sa pagtahak sa landas ng buhay at pangarap na dumating ang araw na maging maayos rin ang lahat. Mabigat ang mga paang pilit kong hinahakbang tungo sa labasan ng eskwelahan, naghihintay ng masasakyang traysikel sa daang Quezon Boulevard. Nagmamadali. Dumukot ako ng sampung piso sa aking sira't mabahong pitaka at binayad kay manong drayber. Sinuklian nya lamang ako ng apat na piso. Kulang, dapat limang piso yun. Alam ko na karapatan kong magbayad ng mas mababa kaysa sa rgular na pamasahe bilang isang etudyanteng walang sariling pinagkakakitaan. Ngunit hindi ko sila masisisi sapagkat tulad ng aking ama na pumapasada sa kanyang &lt;em&gt;habal-habal&lt;/em&gt; araw-araw ay idinidiin rin ang mas mataaas na pamasahe dahil sa lumulubong presyo ng gasolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi na. Nagsisimula nang dumilat- pumikit ang may iba't- ibang kulay na liwanag sa plaza. Bumaba ako sa PROBANK malapit sa SM na kamakailan lamang ay binomba ng mga di kilalang suspek. Pakay ko dun ang mag&lt;em&gt;inquire&lt;/em&gt; at baka may nagpadala ng pera para sa duty ko sa Cotabato. Kelangan ko kasi ng apat na libo. Sa kasamaang palad, wala. Tumuloy ako sa paglalakad patungong sakayan dun sa terminal kina pao-pao, nang tumambad sa akin malapit sa footluckers ang isang lalaking nakahiga, nakasigarilyo, nakamedyas, gulanit ang kasuotan at parang ilang taon na ring hindi naliligo. Naitanong ko tuloy, Hanggang kailan kaya siya sa lugar na ito at umaasa sa mga baryang natatanggap mula sa mga taong dumadaan? Isang kalokohan kung iisipin wala nang bukas mula sa karimlan ng pagkasiphayo na abot- tanaw sa lahat ng dako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumakalam na ang aking sikmura dala marahil ng gutom. Sino nga ba ang nagsabing madali lalo na kung hinahabol mo ang deadline ng iyong project. Nakatitig ka pa rin sa mga materyales ngunit di mo pa rin matatapos. Tanghali na at di ka pa rin nakakaalis sa iyong inuupuan. Hanggang sa lumubog na ang araw matapos lamang. Hindi nga madaling maging estudyante. Bumili ako ng tatlong pisong tinapay sa Manolette. Habang kinukuha ng tindera ang aking in&lt;em&gt;order&lt;/em&gt;, napatingin ako sa isang matandang babae, wari nakapikit ang mga mata dahil siguro sa katandaan, may lata malapit sa kanyang mga paa, may kunting barya. Kasama nya ang isang batang lalake marahil apo nya. Mga sampung taong gulang at marungis. Ganun ko na lamang naisip kung gaano ako kaswerte. Nasaan kaya ang mga magulang ng batang iyon? May kinabukasan pa kaya siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahalaga ang determinasyon sa sarili. Muling nagbalik sa aking isipan ang larawan ng lalaking nakahiga, matandang babaeng nanglilimos at ang batang madungis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat na lamang at hindi pa huli ang lahat. Habang hinahakbang ko ang aking mga paa, huwag sana ako maligaw, matalunton ko sa sana ang tunay na hakbang nito. At huwag ko sanang sapitin ang karupukan. Sa paglalakbay sa liku- likong daan, di kabisado ang bawat yapak subalit sa'n man dalhin dapat bumangon pa rin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-3769407984735603595?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3769407984735603595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3769407984735603595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3769407984735603595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3769407984735603595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/11/krus.html' title='krus'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-116304138051392022</id><published>2006-11-09T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:51:20.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intersection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point of Intersection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commute more than 15 kilometers each day, with a passenger multicab as the means to reach the school from home. It seemed no better than a pilgrimage to Mt. Calvary when I saw two death spots of the past two tragedies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 369px; height: 268px;" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/2006-10-11T055008Z_01_NOOTR_RTRIDSP.jpg" border="0" height="210" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sites were living stories of the what happened during the ill-fated incidents. True enough, they just make matters worse for the aggrieved parties. The issue of care is in full view for the people after the tragic incidents on October 10 and 28 which pilfered innocent lives, injured several others and wasted too much for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A powerful bomb on the municipal hall was launched point- black to a fair at night with people around in the celebration of the town's foundation anniversary. It claimed six innocent lives and more than 30 others injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon evaluating this, I have learned that there is a demand of peace. Most of our lives we've been praying for peace. But it seems impossible when everybody could see that peace being held in captive, struggling to be set free. The current news about bombing has allegedly urged nations to produce armaments that have perhaps drawn no end to these coercions. Conspicuously, in large areas here in Mindanao, these inhumane acts are a constant treat, If we only could get rid of the violence and let humanity grow then maybe that's when peace will fly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October 28 at around 2:30 pm, I received a text message from our group leader to meet for final adjustments of our grand case presentation I couldn't understand how I felt that afternoon, something will happen and wouldn't like it for sure. So I decided not to attend even though it's very important. It was the time I felt bitter to leave. Few minutes after, my cousin Eugene told us that there was a road accident at Sitio Patulangon. Its ten kilometers away from our place. There were already 45 reported deaths. I was shocked. Thank God, I didn’t go. That time, I heard someone screaming near our house. It was an ale, her tears came out with deep, loud groans. She even thought of having herself run over moreso, she wants to have herself killed. Those around tried to calm her. Her relatives Nenita, 34; Nenitas daughter Geraline, 17 and Joebert, 5 were involved in that accident. They were in a passenger multicab bound to Makilala bringing clothes for their relative held in jail the night before the accident. Nenita and Geraline died while Joseph was identified injured and confined in a hospital at Kidapawan. The two buried last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The said accident recorded 18 fatalities and more than 10 identified injured. It occurred around 3:30 on Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unfortunate events have seeded its wrath, and to most people, it would take away lives of scores. Every place has been put onto suspicion. Everyone gets feared that anytime a bomb could explode. Is there any place in the world worth to be called safe? I guess none. For its only our trust in Him that would make us safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-116304138051392022?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/116304138051392022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=116304138051392022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116304138051392022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116304138051392022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/11/intersection.html' title='intersection'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-116269880048248450</id><published>2006-11-05T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:08:09.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Unknown, unwanted, untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I'm expecting. Why must there be a love like this- unknown, unwanted, untitled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="450" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/KidapawanFair.jpg" width="491" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't really make her feel I was capable of love, for whatever its worth. At first, she gave up. She texted me to end our relationship. A senseless relationship. I can't blame her. It's my fault. I won't deny that! I was to blame for our senseless relationship. The second time, she gave me a chance. But still I'm a no show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's now working in Digos after her two years pharmacy Aide studies. I'm low in money and I'm really busy so I cannot visit her. This went for five months already. But I texted her just to let her know that she's special. But I feel incomplete. It's not enough. I love her. I know that it's real, I feel it and I keep it. But why must there be a love like this when it's paints and its happiness are untitled? There's something missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's perfect. My friends told me she's rare. Yes! In fact, she's beyond compare. She have many opportunities to meet other gentlemen who are potential life partners. She deserves it! Did I just throw away something- and- someone- that just needed my time and love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit. I wasn't that good. But I'm trying to reach her. And hoping that tomorrow I'll be able to get through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*PICTURE: The place where we last time met&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Asian Guys prob Magnified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOyRWuklsiQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-116269880048248450?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/116269880048248450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=116269880048248450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116269880048248450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116269880048248450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/11/unknown.html' title='unknown'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-116209538990650250</id><published>2006-10-29T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:37:08.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crmc</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Locked in Fear Jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am standing beside the river. I looked in solitude as I watched the peaceful scenery. This is a perfect moment of reflection and a chance to be alone with nature. Then I was reminded with the saying, Life with a plan is like a river which flows to the sea. No matter what the obstacles, it will meet, it still course towards it's aim- the sea. I relly want to be a nurse someday. That's why I enrolled in nursing. It is the primary means in which I will attain freedom and economic prosperity in the future, an opposite of our situation today. This is not just for myself but also for my family and supporters. Of course, to pay credit for their love and support to reach my goal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just came from two days Nursing Students Affiliates orientation at Cotabato Regional and Medical Center, Cotabato City. We will be having our duty there this coming November or December. No wonder. there's no way to put a happy mask this christmas. It will be a darkest moment of my nursing student life, I suppose. Since it's an out base location and we will stay there for six days, I needed more or less ten thousand pesos for transportation, meals and boarding house. Our C.I. for that hospital exposure is very strict. She's like a communist tyrant who annihilate whoever opposed her clinical governance. Discipline, she would say. She is a kind of fear that awakens you in your duty shaking and sweating. So it requires an enormous amount of energy just to keep afloat. She became my C.I. in the classroom setting and I really learned a lot from her and I also proved how really strict she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/crmc_rear.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question still lies in my mind, Is it necessary to be a strict C.I. just to promote discipline and learning? Tsk tsk tsk.. In an article I read, I found out that C.I.s are major contributors to stress. It is not necessary to humiliate the students. IR is enough. Students learned from their lesson. Trauma need not to be part of the punishment. It is humiliating. demeaning and wreaks havoc on morale and confidence. Instructors should positively influence and motivate their students with the credible aura they exhibit. Learning is much more enjoyable and teaching is less of a burden if a harmonious student- CI relationship is established. In doing so, both parties must exert effort to make adjustments in these potentially stressful relationship. Remember: It is better to be respected out of love that to gain it by fear. Respect begets respect. From a purely psychological viewpoint, fear hinders learning and suppresses one's ability to perform to the fullness of his potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-116209538990650250?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/116209538990650250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=116209538990650250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116209538990650250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116209538990650250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/10/crmc.html' title='crmc'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-116124698924101758</id><published>2006-10-19T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:20:43.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I pity my Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dupe of change... A nest of terrorism*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="450" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/KidapawanCity1.jpg" width="474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sirens prolonged wail urge my heart to beat fast as I stood on a distant overlooking my city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind popped an idea that something would again happen in the land whom I once called paradise... Mindanao, where have they brought you? In your foot lies a bale of uncertainty; ensued in your soil are roots of revenge, hatred and grief... of bloody heart and wounded soul. Centuries had past yet this repeated violence still left afresh in your skies, have left you oppressed people in chaos. A scenario that has drawn a deep cleavage in many aching spirit...thirsty of peace. Mindanao,when can freedom grip in your hands? You are enslaved in bondage of brash selfishness, weeping in vain, reaching - out for help but your ferocious cry seem to fell on deafening ears. Have your people deserted you? Mindanao, no more a paradise. Instead a visage of constant wars, storming bullets and of cannons + bombs. Those ruthless being have flooded you to near death! Where are you now? In your sturdy land stood huge walls instead of bridges... Have spared bullets instead of bread.. You are struggling dupe of change... a nest of terrorism. As they waiting for your death before realizing your cry for salvation? When can Mindanao savor real freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When?... when it's too late..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taken from a magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Insonsistency... not as worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 minutes ago and 45 seconds [to be exact], I got already my grades for semi-final grades for Pharmacology and CHD. Okey na grades ko, unlike before. I got a 75% grade for my Pharmacology and 89% for my CHD last midterm. And it's sort of depressing. My CHD went four points up now, from 89% to 93%.. And my Pharmacology, from 75% to a whooping 86%. Yahoo! But what bothers me the most is my NCM. I have a fret on that subject right now. I got 84% last midterm and I missed 20 items quiz for the prefinals. My C.I. did not allow me to take that 20-points test. I dunno why. Which in the first place, I have a valid reason. Well, I don't have a violent reaction. I really have a good relationship with that C.I. and she teaches very well. And I know I flunked on the other 20 items quiz. I hope my semi final exam for the said subject could help my grade on the pre-final . Wish me luck! And one more thing, we don't have sembreak. Grrr.. Our final exam postponed next week, Wednesday. And our Grand Case Presentation will be this coming Monday and Tuesday. It gave me a chill. It's our first time. I hope I could make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-116124698924101758?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/116124698924101758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=116124698924101758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116124698924101758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116124698924101758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-pity-my-land.html' title='I pity my Land'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-116105141916311834</id><published>2006-10-17T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:42:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timpupo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Timpupo Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How it came into being..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Since it's birth as a municipality 58 years ago, and even before it's conversion in a component city of the Province of Cotabato on February 12, 1998, Kidapawan has already a lot of attributes that can be considered as its wealth. Being at the foot of Mt. Apo- the Philippines' highest peak- it has one of the best tasting potable water from its various mountain springs, pleaseant climate all year round, wide agricultural lands, rivers, creeks, lakes and forestlands. The city is replete with friendly people who are a mixture of indigenous tribes, Christian and Muslim settlers, enviable peace and order conditions and the abundance of exotic tropical fruits like durian, mangosteen, rambutan, mango, lanzones, bananas and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="522" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/IMAGE_00152.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abundance of these fruits in the city was the reason why a couple of years ago, the Sanggunian Panlungsod of Kidapawan promulgated an ordinance establishing a brand name of Kidapawan as &lt;em&gt;City of Fruits and Highland Springs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Brand Name should be appropriately illustrated and characterized through visual representation. Hence, the first ever fruit festival was conceptualized last 2002 by the City of Government headed by Mayor Luis P. Malaluan in coordination with the City Tourism Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on its 5th year, the Kidapawan City Fruit Festival, now Timpupo Festival which was held last week through the effort of the City Government headed by Mayor Rodolfo Gantuangco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the major activities conducted were Fruit Float Parade, Fruit Fair exhibit, Fruit galore, street dancing competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a remarkable presentation for the people because it amazed them when they witnessed different competions despite the treat for possible bombing in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CdK grabs Championship Title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inter-colegiate Cheering Competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the Timpupo Festival was the inter-collegiate cheering competition where stunning cheerers both male and female from different colleges city-wide vied at the city gymnasium last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each team presented their own pieces and breath-taking stunts strirring up the audiences adrenals. The Colegio de Kidapawan cheerers from the Paramedical Department grabbed the championship title. Their one in a million synchronized steps, colorful costumes and well- picked dance routine asserted them from the rest of the squad. Without a doubt, the team deserves plausible first place award. Central Mindanao College was declared as 1st runner up, the 2nd runner up were the University of Southern Mindanao KCC, Notre Dame of Kidapawan College was the third runner up. Other contestants came from North Valley Foundation College, Radio Access Computer College, North Point College of Arts and Technology and the other one.. ahh.. err... uhm, I forgot. :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-116105141916311834?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/116105141916311834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=116105141916311834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116105141916311834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116105141916311834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/10/timpupo.html' title='timpupo'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115709423041684930</id><published>2006-09-01T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:52:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two hund</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 Bucks for Guimaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 492px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="442" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m114/sircheel/ricgard.jpg" width="413" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&amp;realattid=f_erkoqnfn&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;th=10d69df4de0f1504" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows the present serious condition of Guimaras. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://byahilo.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three weeks ago, an old and rusty oil tanker M/V Solar 1, carrying a load of one million liters of bunker fuel sank 24 kilometers off the town of Nueva Valencia in the province of Guimaras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This leads us to think that for development to take place, sacrifices must be made. &lt;em&gt;Bayanihan&lt;/em&gt; spirit becomes a must. It is inspiring to know that there are still people who care a lot for those in need. I admired those people who are willing to cooperate and do good for the benifit of the many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I offer to help save Guimaras? I don't have a long hair or cash to offer. For a student like me and a blueblooded Ilonggo, to help my &lt;em&gt;kababayan&lt;/em&gt; in a little way is too impossible to achieve. I thought I could'nt help. I'm not that great, you know. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there I was able to save Guimaras [hopefully]. Yesterday, I read&lt;a href="http://byahilo.com/"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kuya Eric's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;latest entry in his byahilo blog, he is willing to sailed Guimaras to be involved in a clean up campaign and anything he can help. He needed enough money to suffice his budget for Guimaras. He's the one nominated my blog for the &lt;a href="http://philippinewebawards.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9th Philippine Web Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Best Blog category. Thanks to Kuya Eric for the nomination. My site is not yet an official entry. PWA will process the nomination after they will receive the entry payment of P250.00 or US$5.00 from the nominee.. After reading his blog, I decided that instead of using his his Php 250.00 for my blog to be an official entryand for fame and praises for winning, I asked him to allocate it for his budget. I realized in alittle way I could help my &lt;em&gt;kababayan. Naks! Walang halo tong pagmamayabang. Ba't ko pa pinagmamayabang na hindi naman akin ang pera? Heheh.. *kapal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I chose 5 bucks for Guimaras, perhaps my blog is not that great. It doesn't possesed the quality of a best blog. Heheh. Damn, I'm good.. *lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this, I had learned that for us to be progressive, we need to cultivate the so called &lt;em&gt;pantayong pananaw..., &lt;/em&gt;simply put, whatever is expected of us to do, we must consider that it benifits many and not just ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayan, bitawan mo na yung kamay mo. Tapos na akong mamayabang.. Hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, those who wish to help with their alms to defray the cost of Kuya Eric's fare to Guimaras and other expenses, and to support his proposed volunteer work in any way, you can contact him through e-mail address published &lt;a href="http://www.byahilo.com/?page_id=2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115709423041684930?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115709423041684930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115709423041684930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115709423041684930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115709423041684930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-hund.html' title='two hund'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115621257891400225</id><published>2006-08-22T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:38:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twin blasts rock Kidapawan City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots taken by kuya &lt;a href="http://www.markangpogi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cruise&lt;/a&gt; [A blogger friend] during his visit here in Kidapawan , three/four weeks ago.. Click the picture for the bigger version and for the caption... God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/kidapawan2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/kidapawan2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no more peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked along J.P. Laurel and Quezon Boulevard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Sun Star Provincial News last August 11, 2006 written by Al Jacinto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We still don't know who were behind these attacks or the motives behind the two bombings," he said. He said the explosives were assembled from mortar bombs rigged to cell phones to trigger detonation. "The first explosion was outside the hotel at around 2 p.m. and was followed by another blast 10 or 15 minutes later just as the soldier was trying to disarm the second bomb," Bautista said. No group claimed responsibility for the twin attacks, but the Abu Sayyaf group tied to Jemaah Islamiya and communist insurgents are known to actively operate in the province and were involved in previous bombings in Kidapawan. Aside from the two groups, extortion syndicates and criminal groups were also active in the province. "Governor Emmanuel Piñol has appealed to everyone to stay vigilant and report to the authorities any suspicious persons or abandoned baggage in their areas," Bautista said. He said the police and military have tightened security around the province. "We ordered a tight security and more patrol around the province just to be safe," he said. (Sunnex) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115621257891400225?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115621257891400225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115621257891400225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115621257891400225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115621257891400225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/08/blast.html' title='blast'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3883730913947336720</id><published>2006-08-21T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:14:35.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/omniana.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE LONG QUEUE SAYS IT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor of the B Building of our school fronting the the club/organizational floor mounted in the pathway where students waited their turn for the I.D. picture taking. It is a certified box-office activities. I was there this morning but unfortunately, I did not get a slot. Grrrrr.. ! In the world of mighty e everything is wired, digitalized and on-line, seems that anything in this world is going to be an instant coffee at the click of the mouse. That's why in just 2 minutes or less, our new school I.D. is ready to wear. What-a high tech! The new school I.D. has a background picture of the new building, a comic sans script sling, computerize signature, etc. Truth of the matter is, much of a difference, really, compared to the previous one. I couldn't help but wonder, did it all matter in the end? My perception of the students apathy did not budge. Did they care at all or did they realize it would be a waste of time? Like what happened to me a while ago. *Kakainis! Perchance the most stalwalt claim students unfortunately overlook and underrate is the right to choose or demand choice. Every year, we pay for the school I.D and some don't even bothered to wear it. Sayang naman! I'm guilty with what I am saying. Yeah right! I'm one among students who dont love to wear I.D. Wanna know why? I'd think it's a bit waste of time wearing that stuff beacuse I.D. is not a must in our school. A student could enter the school without complete uniform. What's the use of the guard? Decoration… It's my fervent hope that there should be a strict observance for students coming in and out of the school. Sana naging president na lang ako ng CSC! *lol NLE June 2006 Leakage Issue If you are not aware, there was a cheating scandal on the nursing board exam in the Philippines. Because of this, several years of work to bring NCLEX to the Philippines has evaporated. Since the Filipino government is unwilling to address this issue, the National Council of State Boards of Nursing (the body that administers NCLEX) has elected not to have a testing site in the Philippines. At the July executive board meeting of the NCSBN, a proposal to have the Philippines as testing site was to be discussed. Because of this cheating scandal, that proposal was never discussed. Hence one can assume that the Phlippines will not be an NCLEX testing site. For those who took the tainted exams and passed, there will forever be a cloud over their results. Did they pass fairly or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's PNAA's position on this matter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/pnaalogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;POSITION STATEMENT ON: THE INTEGRITY OF THE PHILIPPINE RN LICENSING EXAMINATION Mission The Philippine Nurses Association of America, Inc. (PNAA) is an internationally recognized professional nursing organization, established in 1979, consisting of thirty five (35) constituent chapters across the United States, including Hawaii, with membership representing thousands of Philippine nurses practicing in the country. The mission of PNAA is to unify Filipino nurses in the USA; uphold the positive image, welfare and prerogatives of its members; promote professional competence and quality healthcare; collaborate with other nursing and healthcare organizations to address issues of mutual concern and act on initiatives to enhance the future of the nursing profession and healthcare. Position Statement In accordance with its mission, and on behalf of nurses world-wide, the PNAA asserts the following, in response to the threatened erosion of the integrity of the RN Licensure Examination in the Philippines conducted in June 2006: PNAA deplores and condemns any dishonest, abhorrent or criminal act, including the alleged leakage of the Philippine nurse licensing examination, that threatens to erode and undermine the trust and respect accorded to Filipino professional nurses by their colleagues and the public that they serve in the global health care arena. PNAA cannot allow the dishonesty and unethical practices of a few people to erode the integrity of the licensing system and tarnish the credibility of the honest majority. PNAA believes that the questionable integrity of the licensing examination, which validates the nurses’ competence and knowledge-base, poses a threat to the health and welfare of those who will be entrusted to the care of Philippine nurse licensees. This licensing issue casts uncertainty on our quest for approval of the Philippines as an NCLEX-RN (National Council Licensure Examination-RN) test site, since it drives right into the heart of the National Council of State Boards of Nursing’s (NCSBN) concern regarding adequacy of mechanisms to safeguard testing security and integrity of intellectual property rights. PNAA applauds the courage and supports the dedicated efforts of our Philippine-based nursing colleagues for insisting on the exposure and subsequent investigation into alleged irregularities relative to the recent nurse licensing examination. PNAA extends its gratitude to the Philippine government, legislators and concerned public officials for responding to the call of our nursing colleagues in the Philippines to seek the truth, to bring the offenders to justice and to institute appropriate measures to prevent the recurrence of any further breach of the licensing system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine government has the ultimate responsibility and duty of care to ensure that the integrity of the licensing examinations is not undermined and to be accountable for enforcing strict rules and regulations, including meting out punishment to violators. Finally, the PNAA recommends the following strategies to address the issues cited in the foregoing statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Professional Regulatory Commission (PRC) shall continue to investigate the alleged nursing board examination leakage, establish culpability, penalize the offenders and institute appropriate corrective measures to ensure the integrity of the licensing examination. The collaborative alliance between the Commission on Filipinos Overseas (CFO), Manila based Philippine Nurses Association (PNA) and PNAA, shall constitute the core infrastructure for establishing an oversight program, including a Task Force of stakeholders from appropriate government agencies and nursing organizations, that will monitor the mechanisms employed to address the licensing controversy, safeguard testing security, protect intellectual property rights and ensure the overall integrity of local and international nurse licensing examinations administered in the Philippines. The PNAA believes, that the manner with which this breach of the Philippine nurse licensing system is addressed and resolved, could provide a "model" for change in our country’s growing democratic society, by setting the example to consistently uphold optimum standards for ethical and professional integrity that will rekindle and strengthen the trust accorded to Filipino nurses by our colleagues and the discerning public whom we serve in the global health care arena. Rest assured that the Philippine Nurses Association of America, Inc. (PNAA) persists, as always, in its unwavering commitment to support and collaborate with the Philippine government, global alliances and nursing colleagues, to address and rectify this unfortunate situation, to ensure the security of the RN licensing system and, most importantly, to preserve the dignity, integrity and credibility of the nursing profession, Filipino nurses and all Filipinos throughout the world. PNAA proudly proclaims . . . Mabuhay ang Filipino !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted: August 4, 2006 For and on behalf of the PNAA Membership and Executive Board (2006- 2008) by: Rosario May P. Mayor, MA, RN President Leo-Felix M. Jurado, MA, RN, CAN, APN, BC President Elect Victoria B. Navarro, MSN, RN Board Member, President-PNA, Maryland Leticia Hermosa, PhD, RN, JD Parliamentarian Linda A. Simunek, PhD, RN, JD Legal Adviser Filipinas J. Lowery, MA, RN, CNOR Advisory Council, Past President, Founder Remedios Solarte, MSN, RN, NP Executive Director, Past President, Founder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-3883730913947336720?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3883730913947336720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3883730913947336720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3883730913947336720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3883730913947336720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-queue-says-it-all-second-floor-of.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115595577167434945</id><published>2006-08-19T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:26:51.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long queue says it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The long queue says it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/omniana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/omniana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor of the B Building of our school fronting the the club/organizational floor mounted in the pathway where students waited their turn for the I.D. picture taking. It is a certified box-office activities. I was there this morning but unfortunately, I did not get a slot. Grrrrr.. ! In the world of mighty &lt;em&gt;e &lt;/em&gt;everything is wired, digitalized and on-line, seems that anything in this world is going to be an instant coffee at the click of the mouse. That's why in just 2 minutes or less, our new school I.D. is ready to wear. What-a high tech! The new school I.D. has a background picture of the new building, a comic sans script sling, computerize signature, etc. Truth of the matter is, much of a difference, really, compared to the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but wonder, did it all matter in the end? My perception of the students apathy did not budge. Did they care at all or did they realize it would be a waste of time? Like what happened to me a while ago. *Kakainis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perchance the most stalwalt claim students unfortunately overlook and underrate is the right to choose or demand choice. Every year, we pay for the school I.D and some don't even bothered to wear it. &lt;em&gt;Sayang naman! &lt;/em&gt;I'm guilty with what I am saying. Yeah right! I'm one among students who dont love to wear I.D. Wanna know why? I'd think it's a bit waste of time wearing that stuff beacuse &lt;em&gt;I.D. is not a must in our school. &lt;/em&gt;A student could enter the school without complete uniform. What's the use of the guard? Decoration... It's my fervent hope that there should be a strict observance for students coming in and out of the school. Sana naging president na lang ako ng CSC! *lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NLE June 2006 Leakage Issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not aware, there was a cheating scandal on the nursing board exam in the Philippines. Because of this, several years of work to bring NCLEX to the Philippines has evaporated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Filipino government is unwilling to address this issue, the National Council of State Boards of Nursing (the body that administers NCLEX) has elected not to have a testing site in the Philippines. At the July executive board meeting of the NCSBN, a proposal to have the Philippines as testing site was to be discussed. Because of this cheating scandal, that proposal was never discussed. Hence one can assume that the Phlippines will not be an NCLEX testing site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who took the tainted exams and passed, there will forever be a cloud over their results. Did they pass fairly or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's PNAA's position on this matter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/pnaalogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/pnaalogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSITION STATEMENT ON:&lt;br /&gt;THE INTEGRITY OF THE PHILIPPINE RN LICENSING EXAMINATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mission&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine Nurses Association of America, Inc. (PNAA) is an internationally recognized professional nursing organization, established in 1979, consisting of thirty five (35) constituent chapters across the United States, including Hawaii, with membership representing thousands of Philippine nurses practicing in the country. The mission of PNAA is to unify Filipino nurses in the USA; uphold the positive image, welfare and prerogatives of its members; promote professional competence and quality healthcare; collaborate with other nursing and healthcare organizations to address issues of mutual concern and act on initiatives to enhance the future of the nursing profession and healthcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Position Statement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In accordance with its mission, and on behalf of nurses world-wide, the PNAA asserts the following, in response to the threatened erosion of the integrity of the RN Licensure Examination in the Philippines conducted in June 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PNAA deplores and condemns any dishonest, abhorrent or criminal act, including the alleged leakage of the Philippine nurse licensing examination, that threatens to erode and undermine the trust and respect accorded to Filipino professional nurses by their colleagues and the public that they serve in the global health care arena. PNAA cannot allow the dishonesty and unethical practices of a few people to erode the integrity of the licensing system and tarnish the credibility of the honest majority.&lt;br /&gt;PNAA believes that the questionable integrity of the licensing examination, which validates the nurses’ competence and knowledge-base, poses a threat to the health and welfare of those who will be entrusted to the care of Philippine nurse licensees. This licensing issue casts uncertainty on our quest for approval of the Philippines as an NCLEX-RN (National Council Licensure Examination-RN) test site, since it drives right into the heart of the National Council of State Boards of Nursing’s (NCSBN) concern regarding adequacy of mechanisms to safeguard testing security and integrity of intellectual property rights.&lt;br /&gt;PNAA applauds the courage and supports the dedicated efforts of our Philippine-based nursing colleagues for insisting on the exposure and subsequent investigation into alleged irregularities relative to the recent nurse licensing examination.&lt;br /&gt;PNAA extends its gratitude to the Philippine government, legislators and concerned public officials for responding to the call of our nursing colleagues in the Philippines to seek the truth, to bring the offenders to justice and to institute appropriate measures to prevent the recurrence of any further breach of the licensing system.&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine government has the ultimate responsibility and duty of care to ensure that the integrity of the licensing examinations is not undermined and to be accountable for enforcing strict rules and regulations, including meting out punishment to violators.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the PNAA recommends the following strategies to address the issues cited in the foregoing statements.&lt;br /&gt;The Professional Regulatory Commission (PRC) shall continue to investigate the alleged nursing board examination leakage, establish culpability, penalize the offenders and institute appropriate corrective measures to ensure the integrity of the licensing examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collaborative alliance between the Commission on Filipinos Overseas (CFO), Manila based Philippine Nurses Association (PNA) and PNAA, shall constitute the core infrastructure for establishing an oversight program, including a Task Force of stakeholders from appropriate government agencies and nursing organizations, that will monitor the mechanisms employed to address the licensing controversy, safeguard testing security, protect intellectual property rights and ensure the overall integrity of local and international nurse licensing examinations administered in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;The PNAA believes, that the manner with which this breach of the Philippine nurse licensing system is addressed and resolved, could provide a "model" for change in our country’s growing democratic society, by setting the example to consistently uphold optimum standards for ethical and professional integrity that will rekindle and strengthen the trust accorded to Filipino nurses by our colleagues and the discerning public whom we serve in the global health care arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that the Philippine Nurses Association of America, Inc. (PNAA) persists, as always, in its unwavering commitment to support and collaborate with the Philippine government, global alliances and nursing colleagues, to address and rectify this unfortunate situation, to ensure the security of the RN licensing system and, most importantly, to preserve the dignity, integrity and credibility of the nursing profession, Filipino nurses and all Filipinos throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PNAA proudly proclaims . . . Mabuhay ang Filipino !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted: August 4, 2006&lt;br /&gt;For and on behalf of the PNAA Membership and Executive Board (2006- 2008) by:&lt;br /&gt;Rosario May P. Mayor, MA, RN President&lt;br /&gt;Leo-Felix M. Jurado, MA, RN, CAN, APN, BC President Elect&lt;br /&gt;Victoria B. Navarro, MSN, RN Board Member, President-PNA, Maryland&lt;br /&gt;Leticia Hermosa, PhD, RN, JD Parliamentarian&lt;br /&gt;Linda A. Simunek, PhD, RN, JD Legal Adviser&lt;br /&gt;Filipinas J. Lowery, MA, RN, CNOR Advisory Council, Past President, Founder&lt;br /&gt;Remedios Solarte, MSN, RN, NP Executive Director, Past President, Founder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115595577167434945?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115595577167434945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115595577167434945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115595577167434945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115595577167434945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-queue-says-it-all.html' title='The Long queue says it all'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115579944209680375</id><published>2006-08-17T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T15:45:40.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desensitization</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like a Butterfly coming out from its cocoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/doc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE IMPORTANCE OF DESENSITIZATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desensitization&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;de·sensi·ti·zation (-t-zshn) n. is the process of exposing the mind to sexually related terms thus its sensitivity to these terms. Desensitization rids the students of any malicious notions leading to unwarranted display of crude responses. It does not imply discarding one's values; rather, it rectifies certain deviations in their outlook &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;towards Sexuality issues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our NCM 101 or CHD session, if we talk about Sex or Reproductive System, it brought our class into tearful laughter especially when vulgar terms coming out. Those are those times when your interest is present. I'm not the only one laughing. What am I anyway, Mentally retarded? *lol. Perhaps, most of my classmates laughing as they shared illimitable reactions about the topic. So I thought it's practically normal. But as my nursing studies progresses, I found out the imnportance of desensitization and its imporatnce of my nursing profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance, if I will have to interview a patient for a Comprehensive Assesment about his Reproductive health, I have to go to the level of understanding of that person instead of using medical terms learned from school. It is important especially in dealing with a patient.. We cannot be effective health educators if we use medical dialect in rendering health teachings. It is necessary that we are comfortable with the words we use. Therefore, the laymen's terms bring up better communication between clients and health care providers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, that these terms are part and will be part of our future practice as health care providers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FORUM:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple is pregnant with their second child. During a routine ultra sound at 7 months or 28 weeks, gestation, the physician discovers that the fetus is anencephalic. The life expectancy of an anencephalic baby’s only a few days to weeks after birth. The couple struggles with the choice to terminate the pregnancy at this time or to carry the child to learn?…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115579944209680375?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115579944209680375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115579944209680375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115579944209680375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115579944209680375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/08/desensitization.html' title='Desensitization'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-116053760068533896</id><published>2006-08-11T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:50:20.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intrams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A strange blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daring&lt;/span&gt; ideas are like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chessmen&lt;/span&gt; moved forward. They may be beaten but they may start a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;win&lt;/span&gt;ning game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a cyber cafe across the stretch of mega market, I sat on a rolling chair as I'm typing my fluid thoughts in this blog. I just finished encoding the reaction paper as well as other miscellany for my related learning experience at Kidapawan Medical Specialist Incorporated. I decided to blog to somehow make the remaining time worthwhile. It's been a long time since I took control of the blogger spirit in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bloghopping when I chanced by Jag Alskars' latest entry- &lt;a href="http://rakiztaeoj.blogs.friendster.com/joe_blog/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CdK Intramurals- enormous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It talks about our school's intramurals last week. Like what ate Hannah said, Intramurals created a significant mark among sports enthusiasts. Hitting the physical facet of individuals growth, intramurals paved the entry of extra curricular. However still an extension of learning in a more diversed view. Sportmanship on the other hand is one bond that has to be keep stift in whichever aspects of sports and games. And in a way or the other, intramurals takes part in it's existence. Each day of the intrams has never been idle, each day initiated delight with thrill and excitement among both the players and audiences. Cheers and yells were truly expected during and after every contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="442" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/karakas2.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days before the opening of the intamurals, as I'm faking attention to the lecture of my pharmacology class, I saw cha and clifford entered the room and talked to ma'am Lav and I received a shock when they called my name. I asked why. &lt;em&gt;Pinatawag daw ni Ma'am Vaqs. &lt;/em&gt;I dunno why. I left and walked together with cha and ford until we reached the faculty room. I was shocked for the second time when ma'am Vaqs told me that I'll replace Rex. Rex, as far as I know, is the Paramedical department male representative for the search for Mr. and Ms. Intrams 2006. &lt;em&gt;Bali-balita na ang pagback-out nya &lt;/em&gt;cause by various factors beyond mans control. Pressure was all over me. At first, I refused. Who am I anyway, Zanjoe Marudo? The second time, they offered bribes (something offered that causes people to do something against their will). But I don't believe in bribes. And besides, I have OR/DR duty at Amas two nights before the contest and three semifinals exams the day after. I'm not Zanjoe Marudo for that matter.. I'm just an ordinary college student who has a typical average looks. &lt;em&gt;Para silang kumuha ng bato at pinukpok sa kanilang ulo, &lt;/em&gt;I thought. The third time, they make a deal sweet enough, so GO FOR IT. A reminiscent of Kris Aquino's Deal or No Deal. DEAL. It's not that I've forced against my wills; I choose. I change my mind because rewards are worth it. I left with no choice. Although my conscience dictates that I have to opt the right thing, the right thing isn't all that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like also to stress that I resent the impression that I just accept the offer to withdraw my I.R. during my DR/NICU duty at CPH. Whichever way their opinions sway to, the fact what they say is alaready in their conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was trying to muster up enough guts to do it. They underestimated me. I didn't have enough time to practice and to prepare. But I believe that God was with my side when the competition started. I got intimidated by the quality of other contestants, their attires, charm and appeal. I must say that they are good, but at that moment, I'm simply better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, we can't deny the fact that there are students and by-passers had opinions that flew through &lt;em&gt;ehems &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;huh &lt;/em&gt;that night. Well, we're all entitled to our own opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Makilala Bombing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/_42183658_phil_makilala_map203.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.So make the best of this test, and don’t ask why.It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6037828.stm"&gt;BBC News:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Six killed in Philippines bombing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least six people have been killed and many others wounded after a bomb exploded during a town festival in the southern Philippines, police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bomb went off at about 2000 (1200 GMT) in front of the town hall of Makilala on the island of Mindanao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bomb exploded during a celebration for the town's 52nd anniversary, said Mayor Honofre Respicio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, a blast in the market in the city of Tacurong, also on Mindanao, wounded at least four people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel Pinol, governor of the province, said six people were killed and 26 wounded when the bomb exploded in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Catabato provincial police chief Federico Dulay said the Makilala blast was caused by a homemade bomb, fashioned from a mortar round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier reports that put the death toll at 12 were due to a double countring of bodies, Makilala Mayor Onofre Respicio told the Associated Press news agency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;posted: October 11, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-116053760068533896?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/116053760068533896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=116053760068533896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116053760068533896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/116053760068533896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/08/intrams.html' title='intrams'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115519396312828371</id><published>2006-08-10T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:20:57.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga ibong may tali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/header.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/062206_bilanggo.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/062206_bilanggo.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/lert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;om-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/lert.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ibon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas otso ng umaga, isang totoong senaryo ang nagpamulat sa akin sa isang katotohanan sa isang puno. Hindi ko lubos akalaing, ang dalawa sa pitong inakay ay mula sa isang hawla. Isang katotohanang di ko inaasahan. Ang pakay ko dun ay ang magbigay ng kahit kunting serbisyong paramedikal bilang puting ibon. Ang dalawa at&lt;br /&gt;ang iba pang mga ibong may tali na nasa ibang&lt;br /&gt;puno ay binabantayan ng mga agilang kulay bughaw. Andun sila para gamutin dahil nga sila'y may sakit. Nasa mundong malaya nga sila pero oras nila'y di nila pag-aari dahil nasa direktang kontrol sila ng mga gwardiya. Ako, tulad ng nakakaraming ibon, kahit anong oras ay pwedeng kumain, pumunta sa ibang lugar, maglaro, makasama ang ibang mga ibon... Kakaiba sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang ordinaryong mga ibon lamang sila- tumatawa, walang bahid ng kalungkutan, Pero ikanga, hindi lahat ng nakikia ng ating mga mata ay yun na nga. Minsan may maliliit na pwersa na maaaring makita ng sobra pa sa makikita ng mga ordinaryong mata. Hanggang sa mauntog tayo at malamang nakapiring pala tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga kaso sila- pagnanakaw, panggagahasa, pagdukot, panghaharas, pagpatay, atbp. At makikita sa kanilang mga mata na nakikiamot sila ng konting pag-asa na makabangon sa mundong salat sa salitang kalayaan. Lalo na kung makikita nila ang ibang ordinaryong ibon sa punong yun. Nakakagulat isipin andun sila sa punong yun na dapat ay nasa hawla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang oras ang lumipas, naatasan akong tanggalin ang dextrose na nakakabit sa kanilang kamay. Nagalinlangan ako dahil natatakot ako... Hindi dahil sa takot na baka ako'y mahostage kundi takot ako sa katotohanang makita silang pinagkaitan sa laya. Sila'y may mga tali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May isang inakay ang nagtanong sa isang ibong may tali, &lt;em&gt;Sino ang di mo malilimutan dito sa'min pag lumabas ka na? &lt;/em&gt;Walang sagot akong narinig kundi ang isang ngiti. Ewan ko kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabilang puno, may isang matandang lalaking ibon, Mga siyamnapung taong gulang na. Ilang araw na ring hindi siya binibisita ng kanyang mga inakay. Hindi pa nabibili ang mga gamot na dapat ibigay nang gumaling. Mahirap humusga. &lt;em&gt;Nagtatrabaho sila, &lt;/em&gt;sabi niya. Nakakaawa. Pero minsa'y napapangiti ko sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga ibong may tali at ang tinanggalan ng tali ay ilan lamang sa mga katotohanang aking napagtanto sa &lt;em&gt;duty &lt;/em&gt;ko sa CPH, ilang araw na rin ang lumipas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/strong&gt; Was bloghopping when I chanced by &lt;a href="http://bikoy.net/"&gt;Bikoy's site&lt;/a&gt; and I found out that in &lt;em&gt;A survey by Men's Health Magazine found that &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20060807/lf_afp/afplifestylebritainsex_060807163321"&gt;Filipinos masturbate the most&lt;/a&gt; among nationalities polled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115519396312828371?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115519396312828371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115519396312828371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115519396312828371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115519396312828371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/08/mga-ibong-may-tali.html' title='mga ibong may tali'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115767927194419538</id><published>2006-08-05T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:19:24.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When does CO get you in trouble?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When does CO get you in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Reey5FpU94I/AAAAAAAAABk/Pj5pKotEBno/s1600-h/swing.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Reey5FpU94I/AAAAAAAAABk/Pj5pKotEBno/s320/swing.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037191402074994562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm going to tell you one really humiliating incident that happened to me during my clinical exposure at Kidapawan City Health Center last Tuesday. You can't imagine how self-degrading it is to tell a story so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;I had spent my 8-hours duty in the Treatment Room where I assigned. It is near the Pharmacy. As I'm waiting for patients to be injected, for dressing, surturing, etc. Out of the blue, I farted unconsciously. My fart produced a bad smell,enough to cover your nosetrils. I just kept my cool. I'm alone that time so nobody could smell it. Unexpectedly, my clinical instructor came to check me and for additional reminders. He covered his nose and asks, &lt;em&gt;Umutot ka Mr. Diongson? &lt;/em&gt;My face turned red in shame. I answered, &lt;em&gt;No sir. Kanina pa po yan. &lt;/em&gt;Clearly the safest way I could get out of the possible pit. Heheh. Sir left, seemed convinced but deep down, I'm laughing of my stupidity. Heheh.. Yeah, stupid. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/29149472-115767927194419538?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115767927194419538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115767927194419538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115767927194419538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115767927194419538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-does-co-get-you-in-trouble.html' title='When does CO get you in trouble?'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_odzt9NDQEA8/Reey5FpU94I/AAAAAAAAABk/Pj5pKotEBno/s72-c/swing.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115468239309872978</id><published>2006-08-04T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:40:22.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap-Pin and Lighting Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/ROT.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/ROT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Journey towards high calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;See lives through a window and know that you must step outside to reach them over&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we had our Capping, Pinning and Candle Lighting Day Ceremony bearing the theme, "Journey towards high Calling"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine and cozy day, the Venue filled with smiling faces,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MASS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30- 8:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we take the step to another phase in our nursing profession, we thank the Lord for the entire blessings He has bestowed upon us. The memories in our 1st and 2nd years in nursing that sang in our thoughts, all the difficulties and trials we encountered have molded us into what we are now. The sacrifices, hardwork and dedication we had all endured to finally reap the fruits of our labor- to become one of the candidates in Colegio de Kidapawan's 5th Capping, Pinning and Candle Lighting Day Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank God, who puts in our hearts a genuine hunger for a more intimate relationship with Him. We also would like to thank Lord, for being with us in our struggle, for all our experiences and for all the graces, good health and the abundant love He have showered on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we said, thank You Lord, for the kindness and the goodness of the people around us specially CdK family for multiplying the little things that we offer up to You. To the clinical instructors for guilding, training and giving their patience, inspiration and continued support on us always. To our dear parents, guardians, financers, for believing in us even during those dark moments when we did not believe in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CEREMONY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was started with a doxology, "The Prayer" by the candidates then an Islam Prayer and the National Anthem. It was followed by the "words of welcome" by Mrs. Janice Mearns- Martinez, school president and then the introduction of the guest speaker. The guest speaker was Mrs. Elizabeth Barriga, RN MAN, training nurse at Davao Medical Center. She inspired us in her speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higlight of the program was the Capping, Pinning and Candle Lighting of the midwifery and nursing students. After our name called, we walked to the center aisle then lighted the Florence Nightingale Lamp with a candle. Then Capping and Pinning of the Caduceus Pin followed afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lamp of Florence Nightingale, serves as nurses ever commitment and enthusiasm to be a dependable source of what is good and true. It guides us to work in health, hope and honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candles represent our desire to give lights and hope to those around us. These also symbolize the light in the darkness of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cap [for girls only] represents nurses responsibility to promote health care for the sick and give comfort to those who are burdened. It also gives us the sense of pride and identification...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caduceus Pin symbolizes the art of healing. It also represents the honor and standards of the nursing profession which each nurse must at all times maintain and uphold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ended with the BSN and GMC students batch song, Journey and The Beginning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOGCHI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the recessional.. I, mama, kuya, lola [mommy Letty], and Lolit , we went to BOYAK's Lechon and Restaurant at Quezon Boulevard beside Pizza Hauz [hehe, nagpromote] for Lunch time. Yum..! &lt;em&gt;At siguro libre na yun.. hehe. &lt;/em&gt;Mommy ordered 1 lechon manok and a lot more. hehe. I also saw that some of my batchmate were there. &lt;em&gt;Ang saya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to be continued.. I'm running short of time.. *sigh.. see yah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115468239309872978?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115468239309872978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115468239309872978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115468239309872978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115468239309872978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/08/cap-pin-and-lighting-ceremony.html' title='Cap-Pin and Lighting Ceremony'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115398575445785362</id><published>2006-07-27T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T03:01:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I bum a stick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/stet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/stet.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many issues involving the youth had been driven out. Youth are hooked in all grounds, with the great influence brought by this modernized world. Exposed to pleasure as well as to violence. Likely to be updated in everything that is happening in the society, involved in the different kinds of group (wether it's bad or good), and a lot more. Name it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad thing to know that teens nowadays are very different. It is hard to believe that the youth is considered endangered species not by means of losing it's kind but by means of losing hope for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical example was scene I happend to witness outside our school premises almost everyday. As I went down the way where I waited for a ride, I noticed some teens/students smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Eric on his new entry said &lt;em&gt;One of the most common problem the Filipino youth is facing today is teenage smoking. Despite the health warnings in cigarette packs, this problem is still common, especially in the urban areas. The Philippine government has done little to totally eradicate this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very well aside... I'd bet, he's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what on earth was the use of cigarette- as far as I know, it cost 2 pesos per stick and here's a punch- it can destroy your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched the internet about the harmful effects of cigarette smoking for teens. For my blog sake! *lol .. And as a care provider... Nursing student kuno eh! Hhehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Health Effects of Smoking Among Young People&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among young people, the short-term health consequences of smoking include respiratory and nonrespiratory effects, addiction to nicotine, and the associated risk of other drug use. Long-term health consequences of youth smoking are reinforced by the fact that most young people who smoke regularly continue to smoke throughout adulthood.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette smokers have a lower level of lung function than those persons who have never smoked.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking reduces the rate of lung growth.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In adults, cigarette smoking causes heart disease and stroke. Studies have shown that early signs of these diseases can be found in adolescents who smoke.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking hurts young people's physical fitness in terms of both performance and endurance—even among young people trained in competitive running.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, someone who smokes a pack or more of cigarettes each day lives 7 years less than someone who never smoked.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resting heart rates of young adult smokers are two to three beats per minute faster than nonsmokers.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking at an early age increases the risk of lung cancer. For most smoking-related cancers, the risk rises as the individual continues to smoke.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage smokers suffer from shortness of breath almost three times as often as teens who don't smoke, and produce phlegm more than twice as often as teens who don't smoke.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage smokers are more likely to have seen a doctor or other health professionals for an emotional or psychological complaint.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teens who smoke are three times more likely than nonsmokers to use alcohol, eight times more likely to use marijuana, and 22 times more likely to use cocaine. Smoking is associated with a host of other risky behaviors, such as fighting and engaging in unprotected sex.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/UpdatesA.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/UpdatesA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leakage issue during the 2006 June Nurses Licensure Exam that causes the delay for the result may have taken the backseat. The wait is over. Finally, the result came out. Our school earned a 14% passing rate. I overheard that it's the second to the lowest [ranked] among nursing schools in the entire Philippines. Bad... Bad... Bad... Only four examiners from the school passed out of 29 who took the exam. Ngayon lang to nangyari. It was June 2004 NLE when our school got a hundred percent passing rate. Why it happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One writer said: &lt;em&gt;When we produce graduates that do not fair well during national examinations, we immediately assume either of the two things- the downfall is do because the students do not do their part while studying in the school or the academe isn't apt to produce competent graduates any longer. The question abides, is it possible that the two do not do both their duties? Or at the very least are not given chance to do so? The obligation (and such a strong word) of the students is to learn well, make use the facilities offered by the school and prepare for opportunities after college. The administration on the other hand, has to assume the following responsibilities: teach well, supply and make available necessary facilities to further our education, and prepare us for and render us opportunities while in and after college. So that the success for sure it will be sure swing both ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115398575445785362?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115398575445785362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115398575445785362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115398575445785362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115398575445785362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/07/nle.html' title='nle'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115345946599590195</id><published>2006-07-21T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:22:57.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Unang una sa lahat, gusto kong liwanagin na hindi sarili ko ang tinutukoy ko sa mababasa niyo sa ibaba. It's just an art. Hayan! Basa ka na...&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/lorn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/lorn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sa totoo lang, ayoko na sana isulat to. Ang korney eh. Pero okey lang, wala rin naman akong pakialam. Ikanga, nagpakatotoo lang. Heto ilang taon na ring nakatayo, nagmumuni-muni, nagmamasid, nagpapapansin, nakikipulso.. ni hindi mo nga magawang kumibo. Simple lang naman ako eh, parang poste ng kuryente dyan sa kantong tinatambayan mo- dinadaanan lang- na minsan pa nga'y inihian mo. Oooops! Teka lang muna, hwag mo naman sanang kalimutan.. Nagsisilbi rin naman akong ilaw dyan sa kanto. Nagbibigay liwanag at nang ika'y makaiwas sa mga kapit-bahay mong basugalero. Mga taong naging bitamina na ang serbesa. Sabay hithit-buga ng yosing para sa kanila'y nagsisilbing oksihina. Na siya namang pinagbalingan ng gobyerno at ngayo' tinataasan ang presyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala mo pa ba nung tayo pa? Siyempre- lambingan, tuksuhan, tawanan, iyakan.. Haaay! Ang sarap rin palang ungkatin ang nakaraan. Sabagay, naging parte na rin ng buhay. Psssst! Andito na naman ate mo. Nakikipagsabayan an pagtaas ng kilay at sungay. Sobrang napakasungit. Palibhasa, walang manliligaw. Okey lang, di nya kasi ako type. Pahingi na lang isang basong tubig, pampakalma lang. Sobrang napakapraktikal ng ate mo.Gusto nya para sayo yung kapitbahay nyong mayamang tsinito. Oo nga naman, anong laban ko sa mas gwapo, matalino, mayaman pa, halos nasa kanya na lahat. Ano pa ang hinahanap mo? Oo inaamin ko. Talo ako! Di kita kayang bilhan ng napakagandang rosas o mamahaling tsokolate. Samantalang ako, isaw lang ang maooffer ko sayo. Tsinelas lang kaya kong bilhin, aba syempre kung mananalo sa &lt;em&gt;last two.&lt;/em&gt; Pero kaya kong ibigay sayo ang pagmamahal na gusto mo pero hindi sa materyal na bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapagod ang tao. Di ko na kaya. Nangangawit na ang mga kamay kong pilit kumakabit, di ko na makaya ng tiis at sakit na dinudulot nito. Di ako manhid, alam kong may gusto ka rin sa kanya. Hanggang nawalan na ako ng pag-asa. Wala rin akong magagawa. Gusto ko sanang wakasan, pagkat di ko na kaya. Hwag mo na intindihin, matulog ka na lang. Hindi naman kaya ng puso mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang taon na rin ang lumipas nang umalis ako dyan sa nayon. Hindi dahil sa nagbreak tayo. Kelangan ko kasing makipagsapalaran sa Maynila. Ang tumal na nang kita sa palengke at madalas tagtuyo. Di na rin lumalago ang taniman sa bukid. Mahal rin kasi ang renta sa lupa. Hindi na nga nakakakita ng kalahati. Mahina na rin sina inang at itang. Kelangan ko pang mapagtapos ang sampo ko pang kapatid. Lahat pinasukan ko, makapagpadala lang ng pera dyan. Kargador ako sa pier tuwing umaga at waiter sa isang bar tuwing gabi. Lahat ginawa ko na, mapagkakitaan lang ng pera. Kahit katawan at kaluluwa ko pa. Minsan nga'y nagawa kong magnakaw at magtulak ng druga. Hindi madali ang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punyemas naman kasi. Mahirap ring isinilang kang salat sa yaman. Mahirap ring nakabalot sa lupa ng kawalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115345946599590195?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115345946599590195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115345946599590195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115345946599590195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115345946599590195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/07/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-9002436442427679586</id><published>2006-07-21T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:22:51.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="entrytitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2006/08/21/pulse-circ/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; pulse circ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;span class="date"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/omniana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/omniana.jpg" border="0" height="212" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE LONG QUEUE SAYS IT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pulsecircle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The second floor of the B Building of our school fronting the the club/organizational floor mounted in the pathway where students waited their turn for the I.D. picture taking. It is a certified box-office activities. I was there this morning but unfortunately, I did not get a slot. Grrrrr.. ! In the world of mighty &lt;em&gt;e &lt;/em&gt;everything is wired, digitalized and on-line, seems that anything in this world is going to be an instant coffee at the click of the mouse. That's why in just 2 minutes or less, our new school I.D. is ready to wear. What-a high tech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The new school I.D. has a background picture of the new building, a comic sans script sling, computerize signature, etc. Truth of the matter is, much of a difference, really, compared to the previous one. I couldn't help but wonder, did it all matter in the end? My perception of the students apathy did not budge. Did they care at all or did they realize it would be a waste of time? Like what happened to me a while ago. *Kakainis! Perchance the most stalwalt claim students unfortunately overlook and underrate is the right to choose or demand choice. Every year, we pay for the school I.D and some don't even bothered to wear it. &lt;em&gt;Sayang naman! &lt;/em&gt;I'm guilty with what I am saying. Yeah right! I'm one among students who dont love to wear I.D. Wanna know why? I'd think it's a bit waste of time wearing that stuff beacuse &lt;em&gt;I.D. is not a must in our school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;A student could enter the school without complete uniform. What's the use of the guard? Decoration… It's my fervent hope that there should be a strict observance for students coming in and out of the school. Sana naging president na lang ako ng CSC! *lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NLE June 2006 Leakage Issue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are not aware, there was a cheating scandal on the nursing board exam in the Philippines. Because of this, several years of work to bring NCLEX to the Philippines has evaporated. Since the Filipino government is unwilling to address this issue, the National Council of State Boards of Nursing (the body that administers NCLEX) has elected not to have a testing site in the Philippines. At the July executive board meeting of the NCSBN, a proposal to have the Philippines as testing site was to be discussed. Because of this cheating scandal, that proposal was never discussed. Hence one can assume that the Phlippines will not be an NCLEX testing site. For those who took the tainted exams and passed, there will forever be a cloud over their results. Did they pass fairly or not? Here's PNAA's position on this matter:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/pnaalogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/pnaalogo.jpg" border="0" height="51" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSITION STATEMENT ON: THE INTEGRITY OF THE PHILIPPINE RN LICENSING EXAMINATION&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mission&lt;/em&gt; The Philippine Nurses Association of America, Inc. (PNAA) is an internationally recognized professional nursing organization, established in 1979, consisting of thirty five (35) constituent chapters across the United States, including Hawaii, with membership representing thousands of Philippine nurses practicing in the country. The mission of PNAA is to unify Filipino nurses in the USA; uphold the positive image, welfare and prerogatives of its members; promote professional competence and quality healthcare; collaborate with other nursing and healthcare organizations to address issues of mutual concern and act on initiatives to enhance the future of the nursing profession and healthcare. &lt;em&gt;Position Statement&lt;/em&gt; In accordance with its mission, and on behalf of nurses world-wide, the PNAA asserts the following, in response to the threatened erosion of the integrity of the RN Licensure Examination in the Philippines conducted in June 2006: PNAA deplores and condemns any dishonest, abhorrent or criminal act, including the alleged leakage of the Philippine nurse licensing examination, that threatens to erode and undermine the trust and respect accorded to Filipino professional nurses by their colleagues and the public that they serve in the global health care arena. PNAA cannot allow the dishonesty and unethical practices of a few people to erode the integrity of the licensing system and tarnish the credibility of the honest majority. PNAA believes that the questionable integrity of the licensing examination, which validates the nurses’ competence and knowledge-base, poses a threat to the health and welfare of those who will be entrusted to the care of Philippine nurse licensees. This licensing issue casts uncertainty on our quest for approval of the Philippines as an NCLEX-RN (National Council Licensure Examination-RN) test site, since it drives right into the heart of the National Council of State Boards of Nursing’s (NCSBN) concern regarding adequacy of mechanisms to safeguard testing security and integrity of intellectual property rights. PNAA applauds the courage and supports the dedicated efforts of our Philippine-based nursing colleagues for insisting on the exposure and subsequent investigation into alleged irregularities relative to the recent nurse licensing examination. PNAA extends its gratitude to the Philippine government, legislators and concerned public officials for responding to the call of our nursing colleagues in the Philippines to seek the truth, to bring the offenders to justice and to institute appropriate measures to prevent the recurrence of any further breach of the licensing system. The Philippine government has the ultimate responsibility and duty of care to ensure that the integrity of the licensing examinations is not undermined and to be accountable for enforcing strict rules and regulations, including meting out punishment to violators. Finally, the PNAA recommends the following strategies to address the issues cited in the foregoing statements. The Professional Regulatory Commission (PRC) shall continue to investigate the alleged nursing board examination leakage, establish culpability, penalize the offenders and institute appropriate corrective measures to ensure the integrity of the licensing examination. The collaborative alliance between the Commission on Filipinos Overseas (CFO), Manila based Philippine Nurses Association (PNA) and PNAA, shall constitute the core infrastructure for establishing an oversight program, including a Task Force of stakeholders from appropriate government agencies and nursing organizations, that will monitor the mechanisms employed to address the licensing controversy, safeguard testing security, protect intellectual property rights and ensure the overall integrity of local and international nurse licensing examinations administered in the Philippines. The PNAA believes, that the manner with which this breach of the Philippine nurse licensing system is addressed and resolved, could provide a "model" for change in our country’s growing democratic society, by setting the example to consistently uphold optimum standards for ethical and professional integrity that will rekindle and strengthen the trust accorded to Filipino nurses by our colleagues and the discerning public whom we serve in the global health care arena. Rest assured that the Philippine Nurses Association of America, Inc. (PNAA) persists, as always, in its unwavering commitment to support and collaborate with the Philippine government, global alliances and nursing colleagues, to address and rectify this unfortunate situation, to ensure the security of the RN licensing system and, most importantly, to preserve the dignity, integrity and credibility of the nursing profession, Filipino nurses and all Filipinos throughout the world. PNAA proudly proclaims . . . Mabuhay ang Filipino !!! Submitted: August 4, 2006 For and on behalf of the PNAA Membership and Executive Board (2006- 2008) by: Rosario May P. Mayor, MA, RN President Leo-Felix M. Jurado, MA, RN, CAN, APN, BC President Elect Victoria B. Navarro, MSN, RN Board Member, President-PNA, Maryland Leticia Hermosa, PhD, RN, JD Parliamentarian Linda A. Simunek, PhD, RN, JD Legal Adviser Filipinas J. Lowery, MA, RN, CNOR Advisory Council, Past President, Founder Remedios Solarte, MSN, RN, NP Executive Director, Past President, Founder &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-9002436442427679586?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/9002436442427679586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=9002436442427679586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/9002436442427679586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/9002436442427679586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/07/pulse-circ-long-queue-says-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115302165285403884</id><published>2006-07-16T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:27:01.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17.5 km</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.5 kilometers paranoia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko alam kung kelan ang byahe na ito. Pero kung makikita nyo man ako sa daan- nakaputi, ipaalala nyo lang sa akin kung ano ang nangyari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/LAKBAY.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/LAKBAY.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko alam kung saan patungo ang dalawa kung paa na walang kapagurang tinatahak ang mahigit labing pitong kilometrong daan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero alam ko sa dulo na aking tinatahak ay may liwanag na naghihintay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y estudyante at sa isang pribadong paaralan.. na hitik sa pangarap. Mabigat ang paang aking hinahakbang tungo sa hintuan ng sasakyan. Bawat sakay ay pinaguugatan ng pagkabagot. Ang bukal nito ay dahil sa badtrip ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelangan kong makasakay sa multicab ni manong drayber, isang oras bago magsimula ang unang klase. Dahil isang oras ko rin nilalakbay ang Kidapawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip. Ang iniingat-ingatan kong bagong plantsang uniporme ay nadumihan. Araw-araw ko rin ring naaamoy ang bahong nanggagaling sa isang planta ng goma sa dinadaanan ng sinasakyan. At kung minsan ay natatapakan ang aking bagong linis na saptos dahil sa mga nakikisiksikang mga batang estudyante. At higit sa lahat, ang ma&lt;em&gt;late &lt;/em&gt;dahil sa sobrang bagal tumakbo ng sinasakyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku! Mahirap din.. Ako na ang problema ay kung kelan matatapos ang mga projects, maipasa at magexcel sa mga quiz at makaiwas magaka &lt;em&gt;I.R. &lt;/em&gt;sa duty, dinagdag ko pa sa plato ko ang problema sa araw-araw kong byahe papuntang skul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa kabila nito, mahalaga ang determinasyon sa sarili. Dahil dapat nakakintal sa isipan ang krisis na pasan ng mga magulang at ang katotohanang di basta pagod at pawis ang naging puhunan upang makapag-aral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa araw-araw kong paglalakbay- byahe, skwela, pakikipagsapalaran. Sa kabila ng tinik at nagbabagang daan, taas noo uusad sapagkat kakampi ang nasa itaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/UpdatesA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/400/UpdatesA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our ward setting duty at United Doctors Hospital of Kidapawan or popularly known as Pacifico hospital along Quezon Boulevard last July 10-11. We are eight in the group. In a student nurse real-life, we have this problem of reading doctor's handwriting. Yeah right! You're not the only one who can't read doctor's sloppy handwriting. During the endorsement, as I read the diagnosis of my patients chart, it's a third degree burn. I was shocked. As I visited my patient's room, turned out it was just a second degree burn. We are avoiding to commit errors in reading the doctor's handwriting. Especially in reading doctor's ordEr, in administering medication. Of course to avoid the most feared Incidence Report which is equivalent to a 5o percent grade. To further minimize the chance of errors, we ask the doctor or the head nurse or our clinical instructor to spell out the name of medication. We write it down in our pocket notebook. Then when we pick up the prescription, we compare it the label with our note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Thursday and Friday will be our Prelim Exam. Wish me luck people! God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/der.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115302165285403884?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115302165285403884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115302165285403884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115302165285403884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115302165285403884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/07/175-km.html' title='17.5 km'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115268629570377962</id><published>2006-07-12T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:26:47.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omnia mutantor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Omnia Mutantor Nihil Interet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/200/free.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everything is changes but nothing is truly lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to discover how my mind worked over those things. I'm not going to say that it is right because it is really wrong. I'm not going to say that I didn't like it because I did. I'm waiting for the consequences. But I admit, I'm afraid of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hot evening, I was lying on my bed after taking a half bath. As my head hits the solace of the pillow, flashback scenes filled in my mind. I was thinking my ex girlfriend, how she was doing and after our bad break up, four months ago. I heard that she's working in a pharmacy in Digos [Davao Del Sur], three months after her graduation last March. I asked her if she still loves me. And surprisingly she answered, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;Happy... I didn't know the reason why I was happy. Then I asked her, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tayo na ulit? &lt;/span&gt;It took a minute when she said &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Oo. &lt;/span&gt;I couldn't feel her senses. I'm not also sure with what I feel. And besides, it's not a formal conversation. What if I read too much between the lines? And how our long-distance relationship works? It inevitable that some long distance relationship never work out. Im also too busy with my studies and what if she loosens her gripe again on the affair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It confused me, bothering if it is really true. What if she's telling the truth? And I fool her. And or shes fooling me or even fooling myself. Bad.. Bad.. Bad.. And more bad... Urgh! Stupid me... Devoid of logic. I'm doing actions without pausing a while and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I wasn't that good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115268629570377962?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115268629570377962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115268629570377962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115268629570377962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115268629570377962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/07/omnia-mutantor.html' title='omnia mutantor'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115181080626582299</id><published>2006-07-02T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T15:45:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RCYC CdK- BLT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;bold&gt;HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY PULSE CIRCLE.......... HAPPY 1st ANNIVERSARY PULSE CIRCLE........... HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY PULSE CIRCLE.......... HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY PULSE CIRCLE........ HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY PULSE CIRCLE&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RCYC- CdK Basic Leadership Training Seminar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last June 24-25, I attended BLT seminar in our school at the gym. It is composed by two schools: CdK and JML College of Makilala. It is conducted by the Red Cross Youth Council of our school in coordination of the Philippine National Red Cross. The program aims to orient participants with the Red Cross and gain relevant learning about Leadership and Management through series of workshops, discussions, forums, and dynamics prepared. Such initiatives is taken to train and prepare willing students becoming productive leaders and as individual in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some shots taken during the two-days activities..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/8-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/200/8-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/9-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/200/9-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/7-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/200/7-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/6-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/200/6-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;behind&gt; .BEHIND THE SCENES. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/behind&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/5-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/200/5-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/11-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/200/11-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/10-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/200/10-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/02-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/200/02-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/29149472-115181080626582299?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115181080626582299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115181080626582299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115181080626582299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115181080626582299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/07/rcyc-cdk-blt.html' title='RCYC CdK- BLT'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115114333492939437</id><published>2006-06-24T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:05:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in propria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;in propria persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some BSN graduates from our school at the 4th floor of the B Building St. Louis Review Center having their review for the December Nursing Licensure Exam, thousands of nursing graduates all over the country surpassed the NLE last June 11 to 12. The board exam are given two times a year- June and December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening, I was watching TVPatrol and received a shocke with a bad news that theres an allege &lt;em&gt;leakage &lt;/em&gt;during the &lt;em&gt;june &lt;/em&gt;board exam or the NLE. The leakage issue happened in Baguio. I am using allege since there's still no evidence and has been no confirmation yet if it were in fact reviewees under Gapuz Review Center and the center itself has done it. The next day, a news from Philippine Daily Inquirer, &lt;em&gt;PRC denies leakage in nursing board &lt;/em&gt;cleared the issue that &lt;em&gt;The professional Regulatory Commision or the PRC denied that there was a leak of the test questions in the board exam.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made worse, when theres really a proof that there's a &lt;em&gt;leakage, &lt;/em&gt;it's unfair for those who honestly take the exam.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/humanity3.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/humanity3.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/humanity3.0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Bilang isang estudyante, hindi dapat nakapako ang ating pang-unawa sa apat na sulok ng silid-aralan, dapat palawakin at pagyamanin ang ating kaisipan para sa pangkalahatang kapakinabangan...&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, I attended the Basic Leadership Training &lt;em&gt;BLT &lt;/em&gt;at the campus gymnasium.It is conducted by the Red Cross Youth Council of our school in coordination with the Philippine National Red Cross. The program aims to orient participants with the Red Cross and gain relevant learning about leadership and Management through series of workshops, discussions, forums and dynamics prepared. Such initiatives is taken to train and prepare willing students becoming productive leaders and as individual in the future. The seminar limits to 80 participants only- in a first come, first serve basis. Fortunately, I got a &lt;em&gt;slot. &lt;/em&gt;The said activity will be culminated tomorrow. I'm still on decision-making if I will attend tomorrow activities since I have my duty at Puericulture at Kidapawan City Health Office tomorrow night. I have to rest the whole day tomorrow so that I have an extra energy to serve those in need at night. [hehe]. If I can't attend tommorows activities, I will missed 1 certificate. There were 4 certificates to be given if you successfully completed the two-day activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's my new schedules for my my Related Learning Experience. It's a whole day duty in hospital except duties at Kidapawan City Puericulture Center and Management[night shift]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;June 25 to 27..... Kidapawan Puericulture Center and Management&lt;br /&gt;July 2 to 4.........Kidapawan Puericulture Center and Management&lt;br /&gt;July 9 to 11.......Pacifico Medical Center&lt;br /&gt;July 23 to 25........Pacifico Medical Center&lt;br /&gt;July 30 to August 1.......Cotabato Provincial Hospital&lt;br /&gt;August 6 to 8........Cotabato Provincial Hospital&lt;br /&gt;August 20 to 22.......Dizon Medical Center&lt;br /&gt;August 27 to 29.......Dizon Medical Center&lt;br /&gt;September 3 to 5........Kidapawan City Health Office&lt;br /&gt;September 10 to 12.......Kidapawan City Health Office&lt;br /&gt;September 24 to 26......Kidapawan Doctors Hospital&lt;br /&gt;October 1 to 3.......Kidapawan Doctors Hospital&lt;br /&gt;October 8 to 10.......Kidapawan City Medical Specialist&lt;br /&gt;October 22 to 24......Kidapawan City Medical Specialist&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115114333492939437?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115114333492939437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115114333492939437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115114333492939437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115114333492939437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-propria.html' title='in propria'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115086524327251408</id><published>2006-06-21T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:32:30.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the benefit of the doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For the benefit of the Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;I am firm in believing that &lt;i&gt;A life with a plan is like a river which flows to the sea. No matter what obstacles it will meet, it still course towards its aim- the sea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just one among thousands of Filipino aspirants to seek for greener pasture galvanized me to study nursing. I dreamed to surpass a four years of studying nursing, pass the board exam, get a license to practice nursing, fulfill all my aspirations in life... I'm planning of going abroad. Articles on the newspapers and magazines say that there is a great demand for nurses abroad and I guess that it would be my chance of possibly travelling around the globe. Aside from that, nurses are being paid with high salary. So in two to five months times, I could have a very beautiful house I long been dreaming of with h-tech appliances. And perhaps a good life. Not just for me but also for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an article I read, &lt;i&gt;Many nurses- male and female enjoy the amount of time that they can spend with patients on a daily basis . Nurses can work with any social groups in countless settings, from country general hospitals to private family practices. Nurses become trusted members of their communities and their patients look to them for medical advuce. Increasingly, doctors and nurses view each other as peers in the health care field, nurses are respected members of the profession who bring their own unique experiences to the field. &lt;/i&gt;Isn't it enough for you to inspire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like as what my Tito said said, &lt;i&gt;nursing isn't a glorious profession. It takes a lots of hardwork and commitment. &lt;/i&gt;I bet, he's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my schedule for my Related Learning Experience. It's a whole day duty in hospital center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 25 to June 27- Cotabato Provincial Hospital NS1&lt;br /&gt;July 2 to 4- Cotabato Provincial Hospital NS1&lt;br /&gt;July 9 to 11- Pacifico Medical Center/ Hospital&lt;br /&gt;July 23 to 25- Pacifico Medical Center/ Hospital&lt;br /&gt;July 30 to August 1- Cotabato Provincial Hospital NS2&lt;br /&gt;August 6 to 8- Cotabato Provincial Hspital NS2&lt;br /&gt;August 20 to 22- Dizon Medical Center/ Hospital&lt;br /&gt;August 27 to 29- Dizon Medical Center/ Hospital&lt;br /&gt;September 3 to 5- Kidapawan City Health Office&lt;br /&gt;September 10 to 12- Kidapawan City Health Office&lt;br /&gt;September 24 to 26- Kidapawan Doctors Hospital Inc&lt;br /&gt;October 1 to 3- Kidapawan Doctors Hospital Inc&lt;br /&gt;October 2 to 4- Kidapawan Medical Specialist Center&lt;br /&gt;October 9 to 11- Kidapawan Medical Specialist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday after my ward class, I attended the first general meeting of the Paramedical Department. It lasted for more than two hours. Nursing and widwifery students flocked inside the Badminton court. In my estimate, 60% were present that afternoon. Perhaps it was because some of the nursing students were in their duty in the hospital. As one can observe, the number of students decreases as the meeting progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election of officers followed after enumerating the rules and regulations of the department and other related topics. Whoever those elected, congrats and good luck. I hope they better to be good. I'm not quiete convince with some elected officers. I have nothing against them, lest I got the second degree, but isn't that an implication that we're running out of other sensible, good and active paramedical students that can be probably be nominated and elected? I hope that they don't let other people to do their job. Tsk.. tsk.. tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115086524327251408?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115086524327251408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115086524327251408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115086524327251408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115086524327251408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-benefit-of-doubt.html' title='For the benefit of the doubt'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115042813762174933</id><published>2006-06-16T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:20:56.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hefty bucks denouement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/OP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/OP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hefty Bucks Denouement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;hindi madali maging isang student nurse&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One responsibility we need to understand is that nothing is free and cheap anymore. In our recently concluded level 3 orientation and meeting for our upcoming pinning, capping and lighting ceremony. Most of the students had their violent reactions regarding financial matters. Count me in! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;E kasi naman, makabasag baso ang mga gastusin. &lt;/span&gt;Wouldn't it be great if they will omit some expenses? It's not easy to find money, you know... I learned one thing, wether we, they, I like it or not- money is a must. And that should be understood as final and absolute. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of the level 3 clinical instructors were there and the presence of an important members of the paramedical department made it conspicuous they were ready for business. I'm already in my third year level of taking up BS in nursing. Two years more for a big day- for reaping what you have done during planting season. The day you went up the stage to get your diploma, a proof that you have completed your tertiary course. A ticket to the so-called real world. Wow! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ang sarap mangarap. &lt;/span&gt;How I really love to dream! But as what they said, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The future belongs to people who believe in their dreams. &lt;/span&gt;It is my fervent hope that I can achieve what I want to be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not an easy being a student nurse in a level 3. You have to face the real horror of nursing education- battling with projects, case studies, NCP's, drug studies, and a lot more. But others said especially the seniors, it's interesting and exciting as long as theres a presence of passion and proper time management. Hmmmmm. Well, I'll soon find it. We have a 408 hours duty in our Related Learning Experience to be completed within this sem at Kidapawan Doctors Hospital Inc, Cotabato Provincial Hospital and other neighboring hospitals here in Cotabato. And I have a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pangit &lt;/span&gt;schedule. I have my duty at Sundays, Mondays and Tuesdays. So, it's an excuse that I need to go on blog hiatus. I have to prioritize my career as a student nurse first. Okay? *lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our orientation, Mrs. Lysivit Kabigting, RN and Mrs. Telly Gonzales, RN, (Dean of the Paramedical Department) presented the financial aspect. It would be a hefty sum at the expense of our &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;payers &lt;/span&gt;pocket. Take for instance, when we will be assigned at Cotabato Regional Hospital in Cotabato City where we should have more or less 5,000 pesos for dormitory, meals and more. Our C.I.'s also enumerated and stressed the policies and rules of conduct inside the hospital. Informations and guidelines governing desirable standards of conduct which requires students to observe and follow were also emphasized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed emotions entering the third level of my nursing studies. We will be assigned in a real scenario in different hospitals, to apply what we have learned for the past two years in school. Oh no! Did I still remember it all?? I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am firm to believe that I could make it. Making the best out of my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;payers &lt;/span&gt;are paying. So it's only fair that I will give their moneys worth. At least there's a factual that gives a damn about giving &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;payers &lt;/span&gt;moneys' worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Madonna General Hospital this morning for urine and stool exam. Yesterday, I had my XRay and the other day, hepatitis B screening... That's it! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;He labored all day. He that drives you for a miles away. He that cultivated the soil. He that planted and harvested most of the fruits. And that's my father. You're the best Pa... Happy Fathers day!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115042813762174933?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115042813762174933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115042813762174933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115042813762174933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115042813762174933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/06/hefty-bucks-denouement.html' title='Hefty bucks denouement'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-115016964674283655</id><published>2006-06-13T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:21:47.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis, etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/fer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/fer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Metamorphosis Catastrophe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ayoko na magsulat dito kasi feeling ko self-glorification lang ang ginagawa ko. Sinasayang ko lang ang aking oras at kakaramput na pera sa pagsusulat sa aking buhay, e kunti lang ang nakakabasa nito. Napakaabsurdo di ba? Sabi ko na nga ba, individualistic writing is just plain masturbation... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I actually felt the very same state mentioned above. I've been blogging almost one year, but what aided me to overcome the hesitant feeling to write is the haunting words that writing down of words remains a source of inspiration, stirs the imagination and gives rise to hopes and dreams. Blog is where your anxieties and happiness were penned down. I just take time to blog to release pressure and stress from school. But of course, my studies is my top priority. It is obvious that you have seen many changes in PULSE CIRCLE [my blog], the newly- domain host, URL, lay-out( Special thanks to kuya Eric) and vice versa. It's called metamorphosis. Okay? To have this blog is not because to freed the frenzy of my passion to write, but because I have the freedom to let the people know about myself or what happen to my life and whatever comes in my mind, wheter they[you] like it or not. *lol. But wait! Wait a minute dudes, before you think about it, aside from all the cause-and-effects, let me share to you what happen in my life last week. It's quiete boring.. It's your choice if you want to read this preceding paragraphs.. Who am I anyway, Sam Milby??? *lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had spent my first duty in Lanao at Manuel Hospital. It's a twelve hour [????] shift from Monday up to Wednesday. The hospital is a primary health care clinic and credited by DOH. When I and my groupmates (we're actually ten) first got there, we had a short orientation at the office of the Doctor with Dr. Cesar Manuel. I abhored the fact that nobody should speak any vernacular language. It should be in English.. Okay, fine! At first, I'm very nervous because I dont want to commit mistakes in providing nursing services to the patients. As the day progresses, the atmosphere in that hospital was great. We were living a good life. There were only two patients admitted. Hello-oh! We'ere ten student nurses.. I couldn't help but wonder, did it all matter in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, it wasn't good for some of my classmates. But I think, it wasn't good for all of us. It's the BIG day [final verdict] were Ma'am Love distributed our grades for Nursing Care Management 501200. It's the most difficult subject last summer, I suppose. Only 3 got a line of 8 grade and I'm happy to be part of it. Oh yes!. In our class, 16 students failed the subject. I heard that the other class has five students who passed. It's really a bad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my grades for the summer.. I dunno if I should suppose to post this in the world wide web.. Kinda self-degrading to post it but whatever your opinion will sway, I just kept my cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nursing Care Management 501200... 80%&lt;br /&gt;Health Nutrition...... 92%.. oOh, yes!&lt;br /&gt;Philippine History and Culture, Lit 5.... 89%&lt;br /&gt;Related Learning Experience..... 85%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's my new subjects this first sem of school year 2006, 2007. I have 25 units all-in-all. NCM 501202, Promotive and Preventive NCM 1; RLE Related Learning Experience,; CHN 1, Community Health Department; HxSci5, Pharmacology and CES 1 or the Community Extension Service...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with me always! Wish me luck for a new sem ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-115016964674283655?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/115016964674283655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=115016964674283655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115016964674283655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/115016964674283655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/06/metamorphosis-etc.html' title='Metamorphosis, etc'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-114974082178434579</id><published>2006-06-08T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:19:24.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not I with thine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/1600/stud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3926/3098/320/stud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why not I with thine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep you, if somebody owns you?&lt;br /&gt;How can I go on your way, if somebody's blocking my way?&lt;br /&gt;How can I get you, if somebody's holding you?&lt;br /&gt;How can be my special someone if there's someone special for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- /Top Blog Sites --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-114974082178434579?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/114974082178434579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=114974082178434579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/114974082178434579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/114974082178434579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-not-i-with-thine.html' title='Why not I with thine'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-114923477169767538</id><published>2006-06-02T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:19:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Program for Student Affiliates</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orientatio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n Program for Student Affiliates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Where w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)font-family:courier new;" &gt;e work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming July, we will have our duty at Cotabato Provincial Hospital (CPH)- Brgy. Amas, North Cotabato. Good thing, there’s this day for orientation. It aims to know more about the said hospital, to know the conduct we must posses for our duty for two years conform to the standards set by the said hospital and a lot more. Last Thursday, it was the day intended for [us] nursing student of CdK Batch 2 to disscuss and talk about the hospital, staff, departments and rules and regulations. It was started with a short program hosted by Sheena and..hmm.. ah.. uhm,..Richard.. Oh no, that’s me !!! *lol.. 54 students packed the conference room with our clinical instructor, Mr. Jaime Imasa, RN. Guest speaker, Mrs. Felina M. Hernandez, RN (Chief nurse) and assisted by Mrs. Josefina Libre, RN (Assistant chief nurse) discussed DOH vision and mission statement; organic structure of CPH; medical services; department heads; philosophy, objectives and functions of nursing service;department sections and heads of nursing services; OPD, ER, Adm, NS1, NS2, NS3, NS4; other services offered at CPH; comitees at CPH, different programs implemented, student affiliates; patients rights; patients records and common mistakes commited by student nurses….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our lunch, we checked out of the hospital, Mrs.Libre, RN brought us to the different departments… We are divided into three groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the orientation was ended, Mrs. Libre expressed her appreciation to our batch who really fares well during the orientation, tour and post evaluation in comparison with the first batch... Tsk..tsk...tsk&lt;br /&gt;To my classmates and colleagues during the orientation, CONGRATULATIONS!!! =)). Also be read from &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://fretnot.i.ph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;PULSE CIRCLE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-114923477169767538?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/114923477169767538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=114923477169767538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/114923477169767538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/114923477169767538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/06/orientation-program-for-student.html' title='Orientation Program for Student Affiliates'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2012860772380506906</id><published>2006-05-21T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:56:47.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cpr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cough CPR: It could save your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;    Everyone knows that some of the risk factors for a heart attack are obesity, high cholesterol and high blood pressure. Mind you, fully half of all heart victims have absolutely NO advance warning symptoms they experience is the actual heart attack.. *Chills! But wait! Before you think about it. Fret not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;     Just recently, I received an e-mail from my Auntie Fely. It was an article from Health Cares, Rochester General Hospital via Chapter 240s Newsletter "And the Beat goes on". Reprint from the Mended Hearts, Inc. publication, Heart Responses. It would be helpful. It’s not only while you are driving. But it also applies to whereever you are. Here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;     What are you to do if you have a heart attack while you are alone?&lt;br /&gt;    The Johnson City Medical Center staff actually discovered this and did an in-depth study in our ICU. The two individuals that discovered this then did an article on it. Had it published and have even had it incorporated into ACLS and CPR classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;     It is very true and has and does work. It is called cough CPR. A cardiologist says it’s the truth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;     For your info Read this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;     Let’s say its 6:15 p.m. and you’re driving home (alone of course), after an usually hard day on the job. You’re really tired, upset and frustrated. Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to radiate out into your arm and up into your jaw. You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home. Unfortunately you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it that far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;     What can you do? You’ve been trained in CPR but the guy that thought the course, didn’t tell you what to do if it happened to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;     Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, this article seemed to be in order. Without help, the perso whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left befor loding consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;     However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, and the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest. A breath and a cough must be repeated very two seconds without let up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;     Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm. In this way, heart attack victims can get to a hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt; Tell as many other peole as possible about this, It could save their lives…Go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-2012860772380506906?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2012860772380506906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2012860772380506906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2012860772380506906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2012860772380506906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/05/cpr.html' title='cpr'/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2558302054776115814</id><published>2006-05-21T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:16:38.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2006/05/22/its-my-natal-day-yesterday/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It’s my natal day! ,…yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Alert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 21-I woke up 6 in the morning and prayed. It is a perfect moment to thank God for a new year ahead. It’s a new year, new life, new journey and a new beginning. You might now get the gist. Yeah, right.. It’s my natal day! Don’t you know that I’m already 18? Yeah, it’s time to rock. I got my celfone and received a shock [O.A. *lol] when I found out that two of my new chums greeted me a Happy Birthday. I really appreciate it. What strucked me most was I found out that the message sent 12:11 and 1:00am. Of course, those are those times when you feel your special. Then it was followed with lots of greetings from my family, friends, colleagues, acquaintances and relatives in e-mail, through text, phone calls and in person. Happy… for they did not forget my birthday after all! Yahoo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-2558302054776115814?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2558302054776115814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2558302054776115814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2558302054776115814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2558302054776115814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-my-natal-day-yesterday-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2774709835541377502</id><published>2006-05-08T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:17:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2006/05/08/enlightening/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enlightening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth Behind Cough CPR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERRATUM: I would like to ask for an apology about my recent entry- COUGH CPR: It could save your life! For more information, take a second and read this article from &lt;a href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/blcpr.htm"&gt;http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/blcpr.htm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explore the internet for more information..&lt;br /&gt; Comments ABOUT the 1999 email rumor, you can save your own life during a heart attack by coughing:  This message gives the impression that the technique described has the endorsement of Rochester General Hospital and Mended Hearts, Inc., a heart attack victims’ support group. It does not. Although the text was first published in a Mended Hearts newsletter, the organization has since retracted it. Rochester General Hospital played no part in the creation or dissemination of the message, nor does it endorse its contents.&lt;br /&gt;According to the best information I can find, "cough CPR" (referred to in some variants as "self-CPR") is a &lt;a title="real procedure" href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/entrez/query.fcgi%3Fcmd=Retrieve%26db=PubMed%26list%5Fuids=1624741%26dopt=Abstract"&gt;real procedure&lt;/a&gt; occasionally used in emergency situations under professional supervision. It is not, however, taught in standard CPR courses, nor do most medical professionals presently recommend it as a "life-saving" measure for people who experience the most common types of heart attack while alone (note: &lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogcms/admin/#update"&gt;see update below&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One doctor I contacted — a heart specialist — had never even heard of the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;Other doctors say they’re aware of the "cough CPR" technique but would only advise it under very specific circumstances. For example, in certain cases where a patient has abnormal heart rhythms, coughing can help normalize them, according to Dr. Stephen Bohan of Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston. However, most heart attacks are not of this type. Dr. Bohan says the best course of action for a typical heart attack victim is to immediately take an aspirin (which helps dissolve blood clots) and call 911.&lt;br /&gt;This is a case where a nugget of truth has apparently been misunderstood and misrepresented to the public, though not intentionally. A chapter of Mended Hearts published it without proper research. It was then reprinted by other chapters and eventually found its way into email form.&lt;br /&gt;Darla Bonham, the organization’s executive director, issued a statement afterward which read, in part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve received email from people all across the country wanting to know if it is a valid medically approved procedure. I contacted a scientist on staff with the American Heart Association Emergency Cardiac Care division, and he was able to track a possible source of the information. The information comes from a professional textbook on emergency cardiac care. This procedure is also known as "cough CPR" and is used in emergency situations by professional staff. The American Heart Association does not recommend that the public use this method in a situation where there is no medical supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all medical rumors, the most prudent course of action is to verify the information with your own doctor or other medical professional before acting upon it or sharing it with others. &lt;a name="update"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2003 update:  In September 2003, four years after this email rumor began circulating, Polish physician Tadeusz Petelenz presented the &lt;a title="results of a study" href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://msnbc.com/news/960439.asp%3F0sl=%2D42"&gt;results of a study&lt;/a&gt; which he said demonstrates that cough CPR can indeed save the lives of some heart attack victims. While not immediately embraced by all the members attending the European Society of Cardiology meeting where Petelenz spoke, the findings were characterized by some as "interesting." At least one heart specialist, Dr. Marten Rosenquist of Sweden, found fault with the study, objecting that Petelenz had presented no evidence that the subjects had actually experienced cardiac arythmias. He called for further research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a title="Read more" href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://msnbc.com/news/960439.asp%3F0sl=%2D42"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE: &lt;a href="http://www.hoax-slayer.com/Heart-Attack.pps"&gt;http://www.hoax-slayer.com/Heart-Attack.pps&lt;/a&gt;  Write-up by &lt;a href="http://www.hoax-slayer.com/about.html"&gt;Brett M.Christensen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-2774709835541377502?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2774709835541377502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2774709835541377502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2774709835541377502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2774709835541377502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/05/enlightening-truth-behind-cough-cpr.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-463757098655194680</id><published>2006-05-01T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:18:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2006/05/01/basahin-basahin-basahin/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Basahin! Basahin! Basahin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cough CPR: It could save your life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Everyone knows that some of the risk factors for a heart attack are obesity, high cholesterol and high blood pressure. Mind you, fully half of all heart victims have absolutely NO advance warning symptoms they experience is the actual heart attack.. *Chills! But wait! Before you think about it. Fret not!    Just recently, I received an e-mail from my Auntie Fely. It was an article from Health Cares, Rochester General Hospital via Chapter 240s Newsletter "And the Beat goes on". Reprint from the Mended Hearts, Inc. publication, Heart Responses. It would be helpful. It’s not only while you are driving. But it also applies to whereever you are. Here it goes..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you to do if you have a heart attack while you are alone?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Johnson City Medical Center staff actually discovered this and did an in-depth study in our ICU. The two individuals that discovered this then did an article on it. Had it published and have even had it incorporated into ACLS and CPR classes.    It is very true and has and does work. It is called cough CPR. A cardiologist says it’s the truth..    For your info Read this..    Let’s say its 6:15 p.m. and you’re driving home (alone of course), after an usually hard day on the job. You’re really tired, upset and frustrated. Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to radiate out into your arm and up into your jaw. You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home. Unfortunately you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it that far.    What can you do? You’ve been trained in CPR but the guy that thought the course, didn’t tell you what to do if it happened to yourself.    Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, this article seemed to be in order. Without help, the perso whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left befor loding consciousness.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, and the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest. A breath and a cough must be repeated very two seconds without let up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again.    Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm. In this way, heart attack victims can get to a hospital.    Tell as many other peole as possible about this, It could save their lives…Go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-463757098655194680?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/463757098655194680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=463757098655194680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/463757098655194680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/463757098655194680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/05/basahin-basahin-basahin-cough-cpr-it.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2412032235353653287</id><published>2006-04-20T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:21:22.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2006/04/20/we-must-have-done-great-to-deserve-such-a-grand-life/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We must have done great to deserve such a grand life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swingin’ right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If we grab the title "honor student" it is relatively attached to a better student- making the best and go to school not just for nothing. After all, it is easier for you to get a job. &lt;a href="http://bobby.kud0s.org/"&gt;Bob&lt;/a&gt;, a friend of mine has graduated cum laude fresh from UST is now already working in a call center.    In recent years, I’m proud to say that I’m in THE list. In our school code, to be a candidate for honor, you - should not have commited in any grave infraction of the school’s rules and regulations and grades should suffice the required grade qualification [no grade below 83%]. Now that the grades were released for the 2nd sem this school year, I was really shocked to see my grades are just 82 and 81- blag!- lower.. Grrrr.. I was really disappointed.    I read the story of a girl who graduated cum laude from a prestigious shool but couldn’t even get a job. Urgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "…IN Jerimiah 29:11. The Lord said, "I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and future." I will never leave nor forsake you." So we may baldly say. "The Lord is my helper;I will not fear,"Hebrews 13:5,6."    These  statements really inspired me. It would not mean that lucky are those who studying in a known-school or those graduated with flying colors. Its not that.. "Lucky are those who find themselves sitted on a silver chair and woe to those who are doomed to life’s gruesome realities such as poverty and misfortunes…"    I fare well in class for I’m making the best out of the expenses my parents and uncle are paying. Some keep on telling me that I should never surrender instead keep my faith no matter what life’s may offer. And now, even I’m not in the list, I know its not the end. I know that there’s a SUCCESS waiting for me and I’m determined to achieve it. Determination to move on continues.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movin’ on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The start of classes this summer sem ushered a lot of hope for me. Great hope to get a good grades and have lots of fun and excitement too. This gonna be my first time to be assigned in Kidapawan Doctor’s Hospital for our Related Learning Experience. It’s a four hour shift. I hope something easy on my first day- Pediatrics..or even Geriatrics.. Yeah right! As they say, be kind and patient. People in the hospital need TLC. I have three consecutive classes every afternoon, Mondays to Fridays.. SocSci 3, Health Nutrition 4, and Nursing Care Management 501200. DEMAND: I need a break! I need a kit-kat! But opppz! Chocolates are not allowed. *lol. I don’t even have the time to review for the next subject in case there’s a quizz..err…a long quizz. There’s no short quizz at all [C.I.’s said..].. Grrr.    I love this sem.You can imagine how good my environment in every class.. Wanna know why? Write me. It’s too confidential. But I’ve already told some of my friends- Kuya &lt;a href="http://www.byahilo.com/"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bobby.kud0s.org/"&gt;Bob&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kingdaddyrich.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Kingdaddyrich&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nicolebathler.bravehost.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;. Wahahah! This sem has lots of surprises, I suppose. I know it’s still taking vital signs, inject here- inject there, transferring patients, cleaning the room; hospital.. Whew! What-a good job. Stressing but worth satisfying. I really hope that I cannot get an axe. By axe, I mean, line of 7 grades.. And most of all- I.R. [Incidence Report].. Tsk, tsk, tsk.. Scarring..  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-2412032235353653287?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2412032235353653287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2412032235353653287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2412032235353653287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2412032235353653287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-must-have-done-great-to-deserve-such_20.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1975320118092877713</id><published>2006-04-20T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:21:20.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2006/04/20/we-must-have-done-great-to-deserve-such-a-grand-life/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We must have done great to deserve such a grand life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swingin’ right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If we grab the title "honor student" it is relatively attached to a better student- making the best and go to school not just for nothing. After all, it is easier for you to get a job. &lt;a href="http://bobby.kud0s.org/"&gt;Bob&lt;/a&gt;, a friend of mine has graduated cum laude fresh from UST is now already working in a call center.    In recent years, I’m proud to say that I’m in THE list. In our school code, to be a candidate for honor, you - should not have commited in any grave infraction of the school’s rules and regulations and grades should suffice the required grade qualification [no grade below 83%]. Now that the grades were released for the 2nd sem this school year, I was really shocked to see my grades are just 82 and 81- blag!- lower.. Grrrr.. I was really disappointed.    I read the story of a girl who graduated cum laude from a prestigious shool but couldn’t even get a job. Urgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "…IN Jerimiah 29:11. The Lord said, "I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and future." I will never leave nor forsake you." So we may baldly say. "The Lord is my helper;I will not fear,"Hebrews 13:5,6."    These  statements really inspired me. It would not mean that lucky are those who studying in a known-school or those graduated with flying colors. Its not that.. "Lucky are those who find themselves sitted on a silver chair and woe to those who are doomed to life’s gruesome realities such as poverty and misfortunes…"    I fare well in class for I’m making the best out of the expenses my parents and uncle are paying. Some keep on telling me that I should never surrender instead keep my faith no matter what life’s may offer. And now, even I’m not in the list, I know its not the end. I know that there’s a SUCCESS waiting for me and I’m determined to achieve it. Determination to move on continues.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movin’ on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The start of classes this summer sem ushered a lot of hope for me. Great hope to get a good grades and have lots of fun and excitement too. This gonna be my first time to be assigned in Kidapawan Doctor’s Hospital for our Related Learning Experience. It’s a four hour shift. I hope something easy on my first day- Pediatrics..or even Geriatrics.. Yeah right! As they say, be kind and patient. People in the hospital need TLC. I have three consecutive classes every afternoon, Mondays to Fridays.. SocSci 3, Health Nutrition 4, and Nursing Care Management 501200. DEMAND: I need a break! I need a kit-kat! But opppz! Chocolates are not allowed. *lol. I don’t even have the time to review for the next subject in case there’s a quizz..err…a long quizz. There’s no short quizz at all [C.I.’s said..].. Grrr.    I love this sem.You can imagine how good my environment in every class.. Wanna know why? Write me. It’s too confidential. But I’ve already told some of my friends- Kuya &lt;a href="http://www.byahilo.com/"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bobby.kud0s.org/"&gt;Bob&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kingdaddyrich.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Kingdaddyrich&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nicolebathler.bravehost.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;. Wahahah! This sem has lots of surprises, I suppose. I know it’s still taking vital signs, inject here- inject there, transferring patients, cleaning the room; hospital.. Whew! What-a good job. Stressing but worth satisfying. I really hope that I cannot get an axe. By axe, I mean, line of 7 grades.. And most of all- I.R. [Incidence Report].. Tsk, tsk, tsk.. Scarring..  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1975320118092877713?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1975320118092877713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1975320118092877713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1975320118092877713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1975320118092877713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-must-have-done-great-to-deserve-such.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2769039955268605211</id><published>2006-01-23T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:25:20.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2006/01/23/life-stinks-err/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Life Stinks! err.. ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="entrytitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2006/01/23/life-stinks-err/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;span class="date"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jiji: Bakit po kayo di nagdadasal Nanay Lusing? Di ba sabi niyo kailangan pong magdasal…? Dapat po tayong magpasalamat sa mga biyayang bigay ng Diyos?&lt;br /&gt;   Lusing: Walang dapat ipagpasalamat!!&lt;br /&gt;   Philipp: Ba’t nasabi mo yan Lusing? May plano ang Diyos, ‘wag mo siyang sisihin.&lt;br /&gt;   Lusing: Bakit di sisihin…ha, Philipp? Isa na akong walang silbing may Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;     This was the flow of the dialogue among characters in ABS-CBN’s top-rated show "Mga Anghel na walang Langit" in Primetime last Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Lusing think that she have all difficulties in the world after she was diagnosed with two doctors having a breast cancer. And that is the very reason why she can say to herself "Life Stinls!" and she end up blaming God about it. Philipp, her husband said "God would not allow these trials to come your way unless he has reason." Yeah right, He is not the one to be blamed, it is the opressor and the enemy which is Satan. God wants us to realize something out ofour anxiety and depression. Learn from our experiences and ask God to guide us in everything. He gives meaning to our lives, so we should not say that life is worthless, for life is full of meaning. Just open our heart to reality. Life is not all enjoyment but sorrows too. Remind ourself of the cross Jesus bore for us. His suffering is more than ours. So we don’t have to worry of the painstaking challenges that we are facing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;     The Example. Manny "Pacman" Pacquaio proved that he is not just good in fighting in the boxing ring but also the depressive feeling he felt when he missed the cahnce to grab the championship title last year against Erik "El Terible" Morales. He strengthen his faith. He jump up on the zest pool of life and live it to the fullest. He proved this in a rematch with Morales yeaterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pacman TKO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Mexican El Terible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;"&gt;Pacman proved that he is st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;"&gt;ill on the to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span 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new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;"&gt;xico in the penultimate round at the jampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;"&gt;cked Las Vegas, Nevada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ptured the featherweight diadem. 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255);"&gt;nd was very hurt. Pacman rained him again with heavy punches and managed to drop Morales for the second time. The referee stop the fight and proclaimed Pacman as the winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-2769039955268605211?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2769039955268605211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2769039955268605211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2769039955268605211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2769039955268605211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-stinks-err.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-158005266616354501</id><published>2005-12-01T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:21:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/12/01/1st-semester-grades/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st semester grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LATE POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aa a student, I am aiming high; study here and research there (that’s what I often do!). And now that the grades for the semester were released (finally), I was really shocked  to see my mark  on my major subject is just that low when I almost did all the reporting, the research and the recitation. I wasn’t really satisfied but I have trust with the teacher in terms of the grading system…&lt;br /&gt;Statistics… 96%&lt;br /&gt;Health Ethics… 85%&lt;br /&gt;Human Anatomy and Physiology… 83%&lt;br /&gt;Health Care 1… 89%&lt;br /&gt;Related Learning Experience… 91%&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentals… 91%&lt;br /&gt;Fil… 91%&lt;br /&gt;Lit 2… 87%&lt;br /&gt;(not quiete bad, hmp…. weee!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-158005266616354501?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/158005266616354501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=158005266616354501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/158005266616354501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/158005266616354501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/12/1st-semester-grades-late-post-aa.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-379185388149155831</id><published>2005-11-21T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:20:39.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/11/21/happily-ever-after/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happily Ever After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=853" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a Rose Story?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a legend (Ano, Alamat ng Rosas?)Not a koreanovela (Lalong hindi Green Rose)&lt;br /&gt;But it’s an inspiring story. Believe me. It is entitled DREAMS and I was about to enjoyed. I read it from our school mag in Reflection Section. It was all about Rose, a eighty seven years old stude. Yes, she’s 87 and challenge herself having college education despite of that age. It was too long for me to reiterate the whole sequence of the story. But here’s inspiring  lines from the story…&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes…&lt;br /&gt;Rose stood facing the crowd to that football banquet. She dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and little embarassed she leaved into the microphone and simply said, "Im sorry, Im so jittery. I gave up beer for lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As the audienced laughed, she cleared her throat and begin, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to stay young, being happy and achieving success. You have to find humor everyday. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years-old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty -seven years old and stay in bed for one full year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability, The idea is to grow up by always finding the oppoetunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."&lt;br /&gt;And speaking in front of audience, she concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose". Rose ended her speaking engagement that day with a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;And now, what have you learned?Tha moral of the story was it is never too late. We should achieve our goal in life and live it a challenge. Whatever obstacles we meet n the way, we should face it and do an action. We should understand the significance of "Living in precious life" or "happy living". Happy living is not just for pleasure and fun. It is one that has reached a deeper level. It talks about facing reality, achieving our dreams and what we want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;But really have you learned something? I hope so… (I let you print the lines of Rose speech and read it everyday)&lt;br /&gt;At the yerars end, Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after the graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to her.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to end this with: AND ROSE LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER?&lt;br /&gt;Yes (actually) because the death of a wonderful woman taught by example that it’s never too late, to be all you can possibly be…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-379185388149155831?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/379185388149155831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=379185388149155831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/379185388149155831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/379185388149155831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/11/happily-ever-after-have-you-ever-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-5493978243217859124</id><published>2005-11-18T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:20:07.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/11/18/2nd-year-2nd-sem-of-a-student-nurse/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd year; 2nd sem of a Student nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost half- away through college. I enrolled last November 3, 2005. And here’s my new subjects to venture…Physics 3- Physics with LabSocSci2- General PsychologyEcon2- Health Economics with TLRSTS- Science and Technology and SocietyHxSci3- Health Care 2RLE- Related Learning experiencedNaatSci7- Microbiology and ParasitologyP.E.221- Recreational AcivitiesI had 23 unitsall and all. I met new clasmmates from Ateneo de Davao . I can’t reallydig why they transfer here in our school. Let me think first why or Ijust ask them. Weee! Crush ko yung isa… Second courser pa yung isa, naging Medtech student na Atenista sa Davao.&lt;br /&gt;Na naman, may paparating na number… Physics. Our teacher letus to memorize the SI system or English System for our first lessonwhich is unit conversion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-5493978243217859124?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/5493978243217859124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=5493978243217859124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5493978243217859124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5493978243217859124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/11/2nd-year-2nd-sem-of-student-nurse.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1475828101503392502</id><published>2005-11-10T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:19:37.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/11/10/my-ultimate-ambition/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My ultimate Ambition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=850" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifancy watching movies and in televisions that star heroes andsuperheroes ;ike Superman, Spiderman, Batman, X-Men and a lot more.Locally, there’s Panday. If you still don’t know Panday, then you’requiete late as this epic turned from comics to silver screen and now onprimetime television. Everyone knows that the persona beyond thishero  was the late Fernando Poe Jr.. And now, Jericho Rosalestakes the role Tristan as the son of Flavio (FPJ). This ABS-CBN programis about love and victory of good over evil.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Ang Panday, I want to be PANDAY! Okay, it may sound outimpossible, nut what the heck. To be Ang Panday is to be great! Here’swhy:1.He has a sword. It’s probably one of the greatest weapon in theworld. If I have one, I’d be the ultimate protector of the weak.2.Panday knows Wushu. And if I have this talent, I don’t worry about mycelfone and wallet getting snatched or a loved one being kidnapped ormurdered. And possibly, one of the members of the Philippines WushuTeam this coming 23rd SEA games.3.Simply, I wanna kissed Ms. Heart Evangelista (my crush). Yeah…! I know it’s too impossible… 4.The song “Makita Kang Muli” by my favorite local band Sugar freewhich was the theme song of Panday, my favorite song this year.Dedicated to my ex- girlfriend. Hope Magkita tayong Muli. Weee!5.Panday shoots in two of my favorite places n my dreams- Bohol and Vigan, Philippines6.Ang Panday definitely going to be Idol ng Bayan7.I became a well respected, well-honored and well-loved by my friends and colleagues 8.I will go a long way with a kind heart9.I have the chance to be an opposition leader. Oust PGMA!10.Ang Panday has the qualities of courage, patience, perseverance and humility which I have none.11.I like to see myself wearing Filipino stuff- a long loose pants, long sleeves, barefooted and uncombed… Rugged look,,…12.I need guidance from Tata SeloAnd lastly, I want to be Ang Panday because he knows to love. No matterwhat obstacles I may face, I will keep my spirits up and fight in thename of Love…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1475828101503392502?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1475828101503392502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1475828101503392502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1475828101503392502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1475828101503392502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-ultimate-ambition-ifancy-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-5832695425285575315</id><published>2005-11-02T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:19:00.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/11/02/hallowe-vat/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hallowE-vat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No question: There is way to put a horror mask this Todos Los Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=832" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arroyo government has not made life any easier for Filipinos.Arroyo’s willingness to support the E-VAT or Expanded Value Added Tax,the Philippines seems to be taking the araw ng mga patay [na buhay] toanother level.&lt;br /&gt;I hate PGMA for “launching” E-vat in the Todos Los Santos. I mean, it’s?. We Filipinos, face a tomorrow of unceratainty, shaded by cloudsof hopelessness. Fact of the matter i, E-vat means that the prices ofcommodities will gone too high. We can’t deny the fact that the peopleare still overburdened with too many taxes imposed by the government.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-5832695425285575315?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/5832695425285575315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=5832695425285575315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5832695425285575315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5832695425285575315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/11/hallowe-vat-no-question-there-is-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-2241618654308762502</id><published>2005-10-19T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:18:26.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/10/19/huh-err-uhm/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;huh? err… uhm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Ayce… It’s fun. I thought sa texting lang nagyayari ang mga ito. Pati na rin pala sa blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=631" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGTIME:Instructions:    1.Go to your archives.    2.Find your 23rd post.    3.Post the 5th sentence.    4.Post the text of the sentence in your blog with these instructions.    5.Tag other people to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;The 5th sentence of my 23rd post is:“As far as I know, it is a revision of our constitution through constituent assembly or constitutional convention…”&lt;br /&gt;Ayce tagged me. Now I’m tagging:1.Kepu2.Kingdaddyrich3.GJiMEL4.mrcx5.dangerously beautiful (sorry…)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-2241618654308762502?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/2241618654308762502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=2241618654308762502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2241618654308762502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/2241618654308762502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/10/huh-err-uhm-i-got-this-from-ayce-its.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-5725905445610237900</id><published>2005-10-11T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:17:45.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/10/11/ayda-okey-ra-na-oi/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ayda, okey ra na oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ang titulong ito ay isang salitang Bisaya. Oo nga naman, taga- Mindanao ako kaya alam ko ang mga salitang ito. Pinasasalamatan ko si Jaymar na naging gabay sa titulong ito, ang pasimuno ng mga salitang ikasisira ng ulo mo. Kaya ang aking payo… Huwag mong pilitin baka mental hospital ang mabagsakan mo. Bihira lamang ang mga pagkakataong ito na may salitang Bisaya sa blog ko. Kaya samantalahin na natin. Oo, ang plastik ko, talagang Bisaya naman ako. Sabagay, walang makakaintindi kung Bisaya ang gamit ko. Siguro may tatlo, lima o sampu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=823" target="_blank"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=258" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=255" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oi, ang laki ng eyebags mo…    Ayda, okay ra na oi.    Hoy! Matulog na kayo. Alas siyete pa’ng pasok niyo! A, ganun! Ang lupit ng study habit mo. Alas siyete- aral, alas-otso- aral, alas-nuwebe- aral.. “”Oops! Hinto ko muna!”, sabi mo. O bakit?  “E kasi Pinoy Big Brother na po. Hee, hee, ayos ka rin Tsong. Sige hahayaan na muna kita at baka ma-miss mo ang mga eksena. Halikan, lambingan, tsismisan, siraan, sisihan, plastikan…  Silip na Tsong, tiyak tulog ka agad. Alam kong iisipin mo naman si Chix, Say, Cass o si Nene… E, ito namang si Tsang, halos mahubad sa kakatingin kay Sam. “A basta!”, sambit ng isa na di naman kasali sa kuwento. “Gusto kong manalo si Jason kasi nakakatawa. Akalain mo bang nagtanong kay big bro kung panalo si Pacman.”Okay na okay rin si Franzen, ang tao sa likod ng mga Jologs. Oo naman, sana manalo siya, uubusin ko load ko para sa kanya pagmanominate siya for eviction na naman. Sana extended to 2099  ang unlimited sa TM. Ngek! Hanggang Nov. 7 na alng pala. Teka lang, TM ba ang 2331? Ask ko lang…    Alas-diyes—    Aral ka parin?    “Kailangan e, malapit na exam namin.”    Hoy, ‘lol!     pareho tayo.. Talaga bang  kailangan mong di matulog para makapasa sa exam o di ka makatulog sa kakaisip kung paano makabayad para maka-take ng exam?   Ganun talaga buhay estudyante. Sana umulan ng pera. Ano ba namang mga guro to ang daming pinapagawa. Ano ba akala nila, nagdedefecate ng pera? Sana di written ang pinapagawa. Mas mabuti kaya kung yung sinasalita. Para kunti lang ang puhunan- laway at utak lang. Wala ka pang gastos… Kailangan  bang maraming pinapagawa pag finals? E, pano tayo makapagstudy ng maaga kung humaharang sa ating mga isipan  ang gastusin sa eskuwelahan? Huwag mo yang idamdam ‘tol. Okey ra na oi…    O, anong nagyari?    “Wala na kami!” sabi mo sabay hagulgol…    Ayda okey ra na oi. Lalake lang yun. Bakit in-love na in-love ka sa kanya? E, andito naman ako, handang dumamay sa ‘yo. Mamahalin ka ng todo-todo. Hanggang sa pagkakaibigan  lang ba talaga ang turing mo sa’kin? Sige, hahayaan na muna kitang masaktan muli baka sa huling pagkakataon, mamalayan mo na nandito pala ako, nagmamahal sa iyo. Bulag nga ang pag-ibig. Dapat dinidiligan.     E, anong koneksyon ng dilig sa pag-ibig?  Huwag mo nang piliting itanong, di ko rin alam e. Bobo ko kasi at alam kong bobo ka rin pero lamang lang ako. Lamang sa’n? “Kakyutan!” Hee, hee ang kapal mo! Sana madala sa kyut ang pag-ibig, Yung tipong ngiti ka lang, hahabulin ka na nang mga girls sabay liligawan ka. Ang hanep at lupit nu’n! Anong magagawa ko, di ako gwapo. Ayda, okey ra na oi…&lt;br /&gt;MANAKA TA BAY!&lt;br /&gt;THECITY TOURISM OF KIDAPAWAN CITY INVITES TOU FOR MT.APO OCTO MANAKA TA BAI IN MT.APOVIA KIDAPAWAN CITY FROM OCTOBER25- NOVEMBER5,2005..&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=826" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAM NA NAMO!OUR FINAL EXAM WILL BE THIS COMING TUESDAY UNTIL FRIDAY…yeheey!!! I’M EXCEMPTED IN STATISTICSEXAMINATION.OUR STAT TEACHER GAVE EXCEMPTION FOR THOSE STUDENTS WHO HAD HIGH GRADES.YAHOO,I GOT 97-97-98 grade, … I HAD 6 SUBJECTS TO BE STUDIED.PRAY FOR ME TO PASSED ALL THE EXAMS.HOPEFULLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/10/11/ayda-okey-ra-na-oi/#more-42"&gt;(more…)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-5725905445610237900?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/5725905445610237900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=5725905445610237900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5725905445610237900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5725905445610237900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/10/ayda-okey-ra-na-oi-ang-titulong-ito-ay.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-532296227181723630</id><published>2005-09-26T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:17:06.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/09/26/intrams-ow-fayb-fastbreak/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Intrams ow-fayb fastbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=634" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Night&lt;br /&gt;   A milestone event took place in Cdk at exactly 8:00 pm of September 21,2005.The school held it’s Mr.and Ms.Intramurals2005, which waswon byour very own Paramedical candidates- Kat and Winston. Like atraditional search, it’s needed preferred votes from a handful ofjudges. Six guys and six gals vied for the title.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning&lt;br /&gt;   8:30a.m. The parade started and participated in by every departmentwith it’s colorful banners. There were six teams- the Paramedicalparamedics, Criminology Crim fighters, ComputerHackers, EducationMentors, Technology Techniques and HRM chef. The assembly area was atthe city gym then culminatedat Cdk gym. My body gets sweat after twohours walk.Kakapagod.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;   The games began 1:00pm after few instructions. Fans cheered. Theathletes played with intensity for top honors. After check-in at thegreen kiosk, I was watching women volleyball with my friends betweenour very own Paramedics and Hackers. Hackers came out as victors forthat game. Paramedics have already no chance because theofficersfollowed single elimination process. Itwas followed by mendivision. I was excited. I confidently uttered “Mananalo na talagaParamedics    rito.” But it was just turn sour when menComputer Hackers walloped the Paramedics, 25-24 in the decision game.On the other hand, Men and women of Paramedics  in basketball bothwon.Wow! Galing!&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning&lt;br /&gt;   As the sun began to rise, anotherday of games commenced. Screaming,shouting and cheering fans were everywhere. Players dragged on, tryingto do the best they can. All were aiming to win from every department.Even the Faculty members were on the go. The speedy games were on.There were lots of games such as basketball, volleyball, dart, chess,pingpong, swimming, billiard, badminton, sepak takraw and marathon…&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night&lt;br /&gt;   After an exhausting day of games, the students and mentors took a breakat gathered at the gym for URBAN BEAT Musical contest. Sad to say, Iwas not there. So I have no idea what to say about that night. As faras I know, it was the night for musics. The night featured song solo,duet and hip-hop modern dance competition. I miss the chance ofwitnessing it after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=716" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning&lt;br /&gt;   The last and final day of the Intramurals, every team tried theirbestto conquer the throne and to grab the champions title for the yearsbig event. Unluckily, mens basketball of paramedics miss their chanceto be part of the champpionship game when Crim defenders defeatedthem,87-78. Defenders dominated throughout the game erecting a ten pointlead against paramedics.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;   The Crim defenders grabbed the championship title. 91-90 againstTechnology department.I don’t knmow what happened to other games.That’s all.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night&lt;br /&gt;   Again I was not there. It was the night ffor cheering competition,acoustic challenge and awarding ceremony. Cheering was one of thehighlights of the intramurals where stunning cheerers both males andfemales from six departments vied at the gymnasium. The technologydepartment won the said contest. The acoustic challenge followedafterwards. My classmate Roseanne texted me that in the last part ofthe program, the lights off. In short, BROWN OUT! The awarding ceremonywere not through as the night ended.&lt;br /&gt;As usual the Intramurals ended with muscle pains, hoarsevoices, yetgreat smiles were still in the faces of everyone. Computerdepartment grabbed the championship title while Paramedical department- first runner-up. Congrats to all the winners and to all who havetried their best but unfortunately didn’t make it. Better luck nexttime. Were all winners and champions of sportmanship. The four dayduration created a significant mark among sports enthusiasts of Colegiode Kidapawan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-532296227181723630?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/532296227181723630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=532296227181723630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/532296227181723630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/532296227181723630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/09/intrams-ow-fayb-fastbreak-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-7332594773181137308</id><published>2005-09-21T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:16:30.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/09/21/learn-more/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;learn more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=760" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=805" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko pong humingi ng paumanhin sa mga bumibisita ng blog ko at nakibahagi.&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na kung di ko hinayaang magpa-post ng comment sa GANID SA TUBO. Akala ko kasi walang dapat mai-comment dun.&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na kung matagal akong nakapagpost ng entry ko…Nagkaroonpo kasi ng malawakang pag-inspection sa lahat ng internetcafe sa lungsod. Kayat mga isang linggo ring walang open nainternet cafe rito. Lahat na nagooperate ay pinakuha ng lisensya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=814" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received yesterday an inspiring short story on my mobile phone. Here it goes..A21 year old son ask his parent for a car on his birthday.Unfortunately, his father handed him a Bible. Instead of receiving it,he threw it away. Went mad and never returned home. He raised his ownfamily. Years passed, his parents died in a plane crash. He went to thefuneral and surprisingly he found the bible. He went on to the pages ofthe Bible. He noticed an envelop with a key and letter that read, ” Welove you son. The car is still in garage, love ma and pa.&lt;br /&gt;Sad story pero nakakapulutan ng aral…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-7332594773181137308?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/7332594773181137308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=7332594773181137308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/7332594773181137308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/7332594773181137308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/09/learn-more-nais-ko-pong-humingi-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-3248682539805236017</id><published>2005-09-14T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:15:55.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/09/14/ganid-sa-tubo/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ganid sa Tubo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setyembre 12-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=799" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Ano na lang ang mangyayari sa mga tulad naming ordinaryong mamamayan na kumain-dili na lamang na di kaya balikatin ang mga nagtataasang presyo ng mga bilihin at serbisyo…? Kaya labanan…ang GANID SA TUBO…”&lt;br /&gt;-Juan dela Cruz&lt;br /&gt;        Umaga. Badtrip, punyemas naman kasi pumunta ako sa paaralan na wala naman palang klase. Buti na lang nakita ko yung kaklase ko, si Haron at sabay kaming naglakad sa daang Quezon Boulevard patungo sa terminal. Nang makaabot kami ay nalaman naming walang niisang nakapormang sasakyan na pumasada. Akala namin ilang drayber lang ang sasama sa sinasabing malawakang tigil- pasada. Pumunta na lamang kami sa isang internet kami at matapos ay naglakad-lakad muli upang makahanap ng sasakyang nagpapaskay ng mga na-stranded na pasahero. At nang kami ay nasa harap ng STI ay nakita namin ang isang kaklase at walang alinlangang nakisakay sa kanyang motorsiklo. Bumaba kami sa Brgy. Poblacion sa Makilala kung saan naroon ang mga drayber na nananawagan sa pagbasura sa sinasabing oil deregulation law. Ramdam ko ang kanilang mga hinaing. Halos linggu-lingo na ang walang patumanggang pagtaas ng presyo ng langis. Sana ang mga kumpanya ng langis dito na ihinto muna,alang-alang sa pambansang kapakanan, ang anumang pagtaas sa presyo ng produktong petrolyo. Ano na lang ang mangyayari sa mga ordinaryong mamamayan na kumain-dili na lamang na di kayang balikatin ang mga nagtataasang presyo ng mga bilihin at serbisyo? Kung saan sa bawat paggalaw sa mundo, ay nasa kamay lamang ng iilan na tumatakda sa kapalaran ng mga salat sa yaman…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-3248682539805236017?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/3248682539805236017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=3248682539805236017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3248682539805236017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/3248682539805236017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/09/ganid-sa-tubo-setyembre-12-ano-na-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-678519273638691580</id><published>2005-09-12T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:15:18.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/09/12/blog-bloggging-bloghopping/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog… bloggging… bloghopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=796" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=243" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog…Blogging…Bloghopping…    An avenue where I can accomodate my thoughts. Where I can channel my angst, angry and complaints against the society, people around me and even myself. My tambayan from the times of elevating contradictions among classes in school… Where I became an errant, searching for adventure, for different values…    During when I’m alone, I can’t remember, where there’s treat me as weak, if there’s oppression in society- NARITO PO AKO and face them through the point of pen like a sword. BABANGAIN KO SILA NG WALANG TAKOT AT WALANG ALINLANGAN…    The time where I put my brains in their existence in good use… from the bottom of my hypothalamus… I blog to remember my memories, to share what’s happening into my life from others, to penned down my anxieties and happiness and develop my writing skill…    To write is already to choose. It does not come by a chance; it’s by choice. And I don’t mean to harm those figures who want to be a focal character in some of my entries in this blog. HALIMBAWA, ANG MGA KALAPATI AT ANG INAHIN…    Reality speaks… (?)    Ha…ha… I didn’t notice how I got obsessed with blog, blogging and bloghopping. I didn’t even think a certain possibility of consequences… Who cares if I have a wonderful or heartbreaking day, my angst to Arroyo government, to my collegues, acquaintances, friends, classmates or to my teacher? Yup, blogging is an individualistic writing. And individualistic writing is just plain masturbation. SARILI MO LANG ANG PINAPAPALIGAYA MO.. I’m just wasted my time, effort and money.    Huh!    Enough of this sh*t blog    Calm down, as I try to..    Err, uhm… I forgot…    In this blog, I seek comfort                      …freedom                      …wearing not my mask                      …revealing the monster                      …controlled myself                      …found friends                      …worth satisfied                      …for free                      …for contentment                      …for hapiness                      …to impart gathered facts, ideas and opinions                      …stirs the imagination and gives rise to hopes and dreams.Why not blog?Why not blogging?Why not bloghopping?Why not cooperate?Why not write?Besides, we are all rational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-678519273638691580?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/678519273638691580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=678519273638691580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/678519273638691580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/678519273638691580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-bloggging-bloghopping.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-5301628548916337165</id><published>2005-09-05T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:14:43.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/09/09/men-in-nursing/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Men in nursing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=790" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an interesting article (for me, as a student nurse… I don’t know if you like it… )…So better check it out by clicking “Men in Nursing” below… GOODLUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: arial,helvetica,sans-serif" href="http://www.minoritynurse.com/features/nurse_emp/08-30-00c.html"&gt;“Men in Nursing”&lt;/a&gt;by Vicki Chung&lt;br /&gt;Lingering stereotypes…It’s not always a Man’s World…Neutralizing the Gender Issue…Finding Strength in numbers…Refelcting the face of Society…I found this article when I’m searching for the reasons “why would I want to be a nurse?”…&lt;br /&gt;My turn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=760" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I want to be a nurse?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a nurse because…    there is a great demand for nurses abroad…    nurses are being paid with high renumeration for their work..    I love nursing..    can give me a good life…    can give people a good life they truly deserve…    can enjoy the amount of time…    become trusted member of the community…    can give medical advice…    respected profession …    have unlimited opportunities for career development (they said)…    My idol is my uncle who is happend to be a nurse..    I want to tour around the world… weh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-5301628548916337165?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/5301628548916337165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=5301628548916337165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5301628548916337165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5301628548916337165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/09/men-in-nursing-i-found-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-9091193123457999533</id><published>2005-09-01T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:13:55.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/09/01/ang-mga-kalapati-at-ang-misteryo-ng-puting-pugad/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang mga Kalapati at ang misteryo ng puting Pugad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=781" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/gallery/view_postphoto.php?set_albumName=ragnarok&amp;amp;id=matias225" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ang puting pugad ay tahanan at tagpuan ng mgakalapating nakabarong at nakasaya mula sa iba’t-ibang lugar saPilipinas. Ito [raw] ay tahanan ng katotohanan, kapayapaan at hustisyaang pinaiiral. Dito idinidinig at isinisiyasat ang mga batas na gawa ngmga kalapati. Kaya’y halina’t tunghayan natin ang mga nangyayari sangayon sa puting pugad at ating alamin ang nakabalot ngayon nitongmisteryo. Sinasadya pong takpan ang mga pangalan ng mga sangkot upangtakpan ang kanilang mga baho.    Isang araw, mayroong isang pangyayaring napahinto saibang mga ibon na nagtatrabaho, hindi nila lubos akalaing ang iba sapinagkakatiwalaan nilang mga kalapati ay umalis nalang bigla sa gitnang diskusyon sa puting pugad. Isang katotohanang di mo inaasahang sa puting pugad pa na puno dapat ng katotohanan nangyari. Di nilainisip na maraming mga mata ang nakapaligid at nakabantay sa mga orasna iyon. Nagalit sila sa gitna ng dikusyon hinggil sa pagsisiyasat sakagagawan ng inahin.    Naglakad-lakad ang iyong lingkod upang humagap ngimpormasyon. Kaya marami akong nakuha sa mga kapatid na inakay. Maynagsasabing tama lang ang ginawa ng mga kalapating iyon. Siyempre, angsabi naman ng iba ay hindi. E,kabastosan nga ang ginawa nila, di ba? Nakakasira sa reputasyon ngputing pugad dahil narin sila’y nasa loob ng pugad na puno nang ***, sabi nang isang inakay.    Ang ginawa ng mga kalapating iyon ay di dapatbuntunan ng sisi dahil alam nating ang pasimuno ng lahat ay ang malinggawi ng inahin. Ang mga pangyayari ay nagpapatunay lamang ngdemokrasya, dugtong pa ng isang inakay.    Inaamin kong gusto ko nang paalisin ang inahin sakanyang kinalalagyan pero kinakailangan pa rin itong gawin sa tamangparaan.    Naging mainit na ang mga nangyayari ngayon sa putingpugad. Sa labas nito’y mga pabor at di pabor na mga ibon hinggil sapaglilitis sa inahin. Andiyan rin naman ang mga agilang naka-asul nginahin na nakabantay. Minsa nga’y nakita ko sila sa T.V. nagbatuhan atmay mga hindi nakisaling mga ibon pa ang nasaktan. Wawa, naman.    Ang mga pangyayaring ito ay nagpamulat sa akinbilang isang mamamayang Pilipino sa isang katotohanan… na magiginghudyat sa lumalalang kaguluhan s Pilipias… Sino ba ang dapat sisihin?Ang mga tao sa lipunan?…. mga opisyales?.. Kung tutuusin, walangdapat sisihin kundi ang mga taong gahaman sa pera, mga taong walangpakialam kundi ang mabuhay sa maruming trabaho…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-9091193123457999533?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/9091193123457999533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=9091193123457999533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/9091193123457999533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/9091193123457999533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/09/ang-mga-kalapati-at-ang-misteryo-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-5867735211502467421</id><published>2005-08-30T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:12:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/08/30/beng-an-exceptional-filipina/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beng, an exceptional Filipina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=763" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=763" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=766" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=763" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/gallery/view_postphoto.php?set_albumName=ragnarok&amp;id=as1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itwas yesterday when the Arroyo government declares non-working holiday(naguguluhan talaga ako sa pabago-bagong desisyon.. Okay lang naman,ikanga “Save by the holiday” kasi may three exams kami and I’m notready… ) for the celebration of the National Heroes day. So, it’smy task today to elevate the social consciousness of the masses. I’llpresent to you a person whom for me, a heroine.I read anarticle and it’s all about Benjaline Hernandez and I was about torealize. Her friends, colleagues and acquaintances oftenly called herBeng. She was a simple, honest, down to earth woman and the VicePresident of the College Editors’s Guild of the Philippines forMindanao wayback 2001. She became a victim of a summary execution atSitio Bukatol, Brgy. Kinayawan in Arakan Valley on April 5, 2002 anddied together with some of the farmers after being tugged as members ofthe New People’s Army (NPA). Sheis a martyr and must be given enough tribute and recognition for herown simple ways, she made a mark to the hearts ofthose who aspire forpeace, justice and human rights from the government that is now calleda growing monster who kill it’s own people because of the politicianswho are starving for power and greed.I did not havethe chance to met herbut it made me think that I somewhat I knew herthrough her poem “Ang Bata”. She wrote it on August 3,2000.&lt;br /&gt;Noong ako’y limang taong gulang,Ako’y mataas na sa lengguwaheng magsasaka.Naiintindihan ko na ang ibig sabihinng gutom, bantito at renta.&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapaligo na ng kalabaw, nagiigib na ng tubigNagbabantay na ng kapatid, naghaharbes na ng maniNanghuhuli ng palaka upang ulaminat kung anu-ano pa…&lt;br /&gt;Walang puwang ang laro sa baryo naminSapgkat ang buhay dito ay di nakakatuwa,Tanging ligaya kapag may anio at pagkain.Walang bata dito, lahat magsasaka&lt;br /&gt;Noong ako’y sampung taong gulangAko’y mataas sa lengguwaheng militar.Kabisado na ang putok ng armalite, garand, carbin at M14at M79&lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil ang laruan namin ay ganitoSubalit dahil normal nang pagala-galaAng mga militar sa aming baryo.Sundalong parati na lang galit,Parating nakasinghal, mga mukhang aswang,kung aswang nga ba’y totoo?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na ako nag-aaral‘Di rin naman ako makapagtaposHindi naman makakain ang test paperAt di tinatanggap ni Bantito ang mataas na grado.&lt;br /&gt;Noong ako’y kinseAko’y mataas na sa lengguwaheng Agraryong Rebo,Naiintindihan ko na, ang ibig sabihin ng Bantitoat panginoong may lupa ay walang ipinagkakaiba sa pasismo.&lt;br /&gt;Yumaman sila, hindi dahil sila ay matalinokung hindi dahil sila ay mapagsamantala.At humihirap kami, hindi rin dahil kami ay tamad,kung hindi dahil   kami ay magsasaka.&lt;br /&gt;Iyan ang batas ng pyudalismo.Problemang sintado ng 75%“Panahon na upang palayain ang mga magsasaka!”Yan ang turo sa akin ng mga sundalong nais lumaya.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon na ako’y dise-otsoAko’y mataas na sa lengguwaheng armadong pakikibaka.Ako pala ay kailangan ng rebolusyon Upang tapusin ang daan-daang tunggalian.&lt;br /&gt;Magpapaalam na kay Nanay at Tatay,At pati na rin sa aming baryo.Sasama na sa mga kaibigan,at magiging isang Pulang Hukbo.Mababawi na ang lupa mula kay BantitoMapuputol na ang kadena ng imperyalismo,pyudalismo at barukrata kapitalismo.Mababago na ang ating lipunanKapag tayo mismo ang kikilos at sasanib sa hukbo.&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang dapat pagnilay-nilayan pa, sapat na ang 20 taong pagsasawalang-bahalaAko man ay may murang edad,Subalit kung wawariin ay kay tanda na.Dahil kahit kailan, ‘di totoong nasa edad ang pagkamulat.At kahit kailan, ‘di batayan ang edad sa pakikibaka.&lt;br /&gt;Getsthe pic”(and I don’t mean the pictures above)? On how Beng fought inher struggle as could be seen  in her poem? She is just one amongthe millions of people who still seek for justice and peace. Everyoneof us faces serious condition and we can’t understand why there aredeprivation, oppression and discrimination in society. Where richpeople became more richer and poor people became more poorer.&lt;br /&gt;Istand firm in my belief tht one should strive to survive to fight forjustice and for acceptance. Those who were blindfolded and refused tosee the truth were a great losser.&lt;br /&gt;NowI know, that no matter how difficult, we have to do something differentthat we can prove to the world that we are not a losser. We shouldfight for the right we deserve. And we must continually strive toachieve the peace, justice and human rights taken from us. We need tobe free. Ano ba’ng slbi ng ating mga bayani, if this is the case? Weneed to escaped from the cage that treat us as puppets. We must fightin order to win, for this is a battle….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-5867735211502467421?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/5867735211502467421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=5867735211502467421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5867735211502467421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/5867735211502467421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/08/beng-exceptional-filipina-itwas.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-8603713656752928806</id><published>2005-08-22T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:12:09.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/08/22/time-is-a-healer/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time is a healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=691" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    WhenI arrived from school, I received a text message from the person whombecome a part of my life before. I promised not to do a reply or a textmessage anymore, but I can’t. Her text and her presence has been verydisturbing. Precisely, this person happens to be my ex.. I still likeher and I know she’s aware of that, but I’m not getting anymore intoher life now. I know she’s in someone else and I accept and respectthat fact, but it hurts me. But now I think, It’s nice for me to busyon my studies, accept responsibilities in school and do some sports. Ibelieve that if I focused on these, I can forget her and many gals willappreciate me…&lt;br /&gt;  I just wanna use this opportunity to greet Tito Dean a HAPPY HAPPY  BIRTHDAY….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-8603713656752928806?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/8603713656752928806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=8603713656752928806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/8603713656752928806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/8603713656752928806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-is-healer-wheni-arrived-from.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-4074780392190106552</id><published>2005-08-11T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:11:28.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=691" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      I’ve always take my lunch at Jojo Snackhauz located near our school, a 50 steps from our school gate (I think) with some of my friends Alroyd, Irene and Jejumar. But today, the air atmosphere seems change. My classmate invited me to take our lunch at KC Country Club.. I was shocked, thanks for my epithelial membrane for his function as shock absorber… I was shocked in the sense that I know that KC Country Club was the place for rich people and saucy human beings. Therefore, I must have 50 philippine peso- more or less to take my lunch in that country club. I used to join with them because I wnt to try but  I have no idea to take my lunch there… I just want for an observation. And the second reason is, I have no money. Then I asked, “How much you can spend for one lunch?”. Harron answered, “Php15.00″… It was a confusing day after all. And I found out later that they lied me. The restaurant they’re talking about was located at the side of the country club. Hahaha, funny. But mind you, I just spent 15 pesos in my lunch for that meal.. Therefore, I lesser my expenses in the whole day. Finally, I decided to take my lunch every now and then at the side of KCCC. One more thing is, I love their food…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-4074780392190106552?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/4074780392190106552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=4074780392190106552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/4074780392190106552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/4074780392190106552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-always-take-my-lunch-at-jojo.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-132844459593561479</id><published>2005-08-11T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:10:57.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/08/11/yahoo-we-did-it/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yahoo!!! we did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=691" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo!!! Today is a good day after all… We win in a volleyball game…Kala ko, matatalo na kami… Kasi ganito yun, panalo kami sa first gamepero yung kalaban naman ang nanalo sa second game. So magkakaroon ngdecision round. And 15 points ang dapat makuha namin para manalo…Finally, nakuha rin namin ang panalo…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-132844459593561479?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/132844459593561479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=132844459593561479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/132844459593561479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/132844459593561479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/08/yahoo-we-did-it-yahoo-today-is-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1116714971684222104</id><published>2005-08-09T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:10:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/08/09/hear-the-tick-tacks/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hear the tick tacks…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=691" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’mnot going to make up a list here on how to manage your own time. I wontscold you either by the “You must not… You must” words. I myselfcan’t even manage my time wisely. But I can make you realize howimportant it is, so important that the very moment will never emergeagain.&lt;br /&gt;Whenyou’re late for school for instance, you can’t do anything about itanymore but have the “better luck tomorrow”. Time is our very ownthing. No one can ever steal it from us. We cannot even borrow ourparents or our best friends time. We cannot also save time. I mean, wecan’t hide it now and use it in tomorrow. We cannot put it on ourwallet or in a bank for safe keeping.     All we really have to do is to spend on it.Therefore, the only choice left is, use your God given, enchantingmind, to use your time wisely. We don’t hold time, He alone does. Andonce we realize the time can only be used once, we then might valueevery tick of clock.    It’s not so hard to figure out what to do with our time. We often hearthe reminder that “Time is Gold” and “Use time wisely”, but we just letit passed through our ears. Fortunately, we are not that dumb whocouldn’t realize that today will never occur again. Never!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1116714971684222104?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1116714971684222104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1116714971684222104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1116714971684222104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1116714971684222104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/08/hear-tick-tacks-imnot-going-to-make-up.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10821717372317217705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l236/rvdphil/red3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29149472.post-1808714618770639453</id><published>2005-08-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:09:32.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/blogs/fretnot/2005/08/08/devoid-of-logic/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Devoid of Logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://fretnot.i.ph/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=691" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Haveyou ever heard a teacher story? nO, it’s not a parable (who am Ianyway, Jesus Christ?)… And it’s not a fairy tale (ano, LolaBasyang?).. But a true one.. it’s a student story. Here it goes…Oncein our world literature class we had a graded recitation. Our lessonabout was the play Hamlet written by William Shakespearre. Everytimeour teacher ask her questions, only two to three students rise up theirhands. Imagine, were more or less thirty students in her class and it’sobvious only three students studied the lesson and understand the play.I’m guilty not to recite in class because I don’t want to fail thesubject. Luckily, I manage to answered her one question. At last, Irecited in class and possibly, I’ll be given a grade for that answer.   Before we leave the class, she acknowledge those students who recitedin the whole period. Ironically, the first name she said does notrecited.. yes she got a mark, a grade that she (frankly) deserve(talagang naguguluhan ako). It’s not her fault really. But who’s faultis it? Sa teacher?? And I’m the one who recited does not given a grade.I think nakalimutan niya. O siguro mali yung sagot ko but at least, Ihave an idea that I’ll do the talking (reciting in that way) so haveput that much expectation.    Isn’tit unfair for the students to have this kind of teacher. This is justmy wonderings as a concerned student and a hope, that it would soonchange… soon….&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to end this with “And I live happily ever after”? Because I learned from her? I don’t think so…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29149472-1808714618770639453?l=pulsecircle2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/feeds/1808714618770639453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29149472&amp;postID=1808714618770639453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1808714618770639453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29149472/posts/default/1808714618770639453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulsecircle2.blogspot.com/2005/08/devoid-of-logic-haveyou-ever-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>puklo</
