<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468</id><updated>2009-11-07T15:26:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sendorero</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-8881533877441498856</id><published>2009-10-28T09:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:54:55.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/11640_1239323857020_1046985180_7649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we can fully love one another, however, we must fully love God and understand his love for us. The love we have for those around us is an indication of the strength of our Christian walk. I love this family despite the imperfection and mistakes we commit - but we are made perfect only through Christ - and not through what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/miggy3?ref=search&amp;sid=1538875"&gt;Miggy Cabrera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-8881533877441498856?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/8881533877441498856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=8881533877441498856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/8881533877441498856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/8881533877441498856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/10/spiritual-family.html' title='Spiritual Family'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-6588646953899018100</id><published>2009-09-30T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:25:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ 20</title><content type='html'>they remembered, and they surprised me!!! the most unforgettable birthday yet! im now out of my teen age years. I enjoyed the day especially sa mga taong nagbigay ng gift sa daan! nakakatuwa!! haha. tapos pinasuot pa agad...kinda demanding pero nakakatuwa haha! kkk. salamat talaga! tsaka, touch na touch ako kay david...siya nagplano ng lahat! salamat talaga mga dudes! sa mga nakaalalang high school friends, mga kababata, sa mga churchmates, sa mga koreanong walang sawang nagtitiis sa kakulitan ko, sa mga classmates at schoolmates, sa mga kapamilya't kapuso..maraming salamat! 101% thankful lalo na kay Lord!!!! 1 million thanks for being around in my 20th..it's great and fun with all of u guys!...peace, love, and joy, and God at 20..more and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A birthday cake @ 12 midnight and an almost spoiled surprise..haha. They defined me from A~Z, and I defined to them what "friendship" is. Salamat, thank you, 감사합니다!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169449515441_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169449755447_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169450315461_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169450635469_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169451075480_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169449955452_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169450595468_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169451715496_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169452355512_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169450875475_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169451315486_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169450995478_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169450475465_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/9231_1169451075480_1204064426_30577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-6588646953899018100?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/6588646953899018100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=6588646953899018100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/6588646953899018100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/6588646953899018100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/09/20.html' title='@ 20'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-448182732995759346</id><published>2009-09-28T07:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:15:20.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ako ito!</title><content type='html'>sobrang busy kami sa Research paper namin, di na kami natutulog ~ kaya madalang lang ako makapagblog kahit araw~araw ako sa facebook. malapit na ko magbente at busy pa rin kami kasi colloquium na namin sa wednesday! anyway. ayun, buhay pa ko! babala lang, magdala ng payong at bangka dahil maulan at mabaha! mabuhay ang mga pilipino!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-448182732995759346?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/448182732995759346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=448182732995759346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/448182732995759346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/448182732995759346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/09/ako-ito.html' title='ako ito!'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-5175761231975330938</id><published>2009-09-02T18:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:39:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late na naman</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.wolfram.com/images/carlson/clock.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko maging time machine, pero patay na si Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bata pa ako, hobby ko na ang ma-late, sa klase, sa meeting, at sa kung ano pang okasyon --- bongga. hindi ko naman pinantasya na mapansin ako ng lahat dahil latecomer ako, at mas masayang libangan ang tumbang-preso kaysa sa habulan ng oras -- wala pa lang talaga atang nakakaimbento sa time machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palagi akong nagmumukhang ewan dahil hindi ako updated sa mga happenings --- di ko  na naaabutan ang lupang hinirang, ang mga announcements ng prinsipal, ang alma mater song, na nasagasaan pala si Van ng van, na bago na pala ang time slot ng meteor garden, at may anak pala si Piolo. muntik na rin akong maexpel dahil kasalanan na pala ang hindi nagigising ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanggang ngayon ay isa pa rin akong bantog na latecomer. minsan hindi ko sinasadya, pero most of the time tingin ko wala namang kwenta pag on time ako o maaga. minsan tingin ko rin talagang dapat akong hintayin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi nakakatuwa ang mga katagang "late na naman". para akong nakapatay ng mag-ina! at may multa na pala ang mga latecomers sa henerasyong ito. nakakairita dahil tingin ko walang hustisya ang malate. mas masahol pa sa J-walking ang malate dahil 100 agad for 5 minutes! wala man lang grace period! gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam kong mahirap ang maghintay, at nararamdaman ko ang hapdi ng hindi sinisipot. pero hindi makatarungan ang multahan ng 100 dahil late sa appointment for 5,10,15 minutes, dagdag pa ng 20 pesos for every 5 minutes. napapahiya pa ako sa mga titser na latecomers din! buti pa ang mga nangongotong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa akong bantog na latecomer na pwede ng gawan ng alamat. nakatatak na sa ulo ko ang salitang "LATE". palagi akong nakikipaghabulan sa oras--hindi napapagod, hindi nababagot, manhid! dahil ba sa patay na si Einstein at hindi naimbento ang time machine? o tamad lang talaga ako? gusto ko ng makawala sa mga katagang "late na naman". di bale, sabi nga ng mga latecomers na katulad ko.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ALWAYS LATE...BUT WORTH THE WAIT!&lt;/span&gt; hmmm, cheka! tingin ko naman magbabago pa ako as time goes by, so please wait! bwahaha ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: wala akong intensyong babuyin ang mga "early birds catching early worms" &lt;--- dahil kayo ang pinapangarap kong gayahin. 5 minutes for 100PHP? BRING IT ON!!! gusto ko naman talaga maging uod na katulad niyo. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-5175761231975330938?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/5175761231975330938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=5175761231975330938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/5175761231975330938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/5175761231975330938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-na-naman.html' title='late na naman'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-3068348387175345566</id><published>2009-09-01T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:33:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NGSB  ako dahil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.c-simmons.com/doodleblog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/boy_eats_girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mahirap lang ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hindi ako handa gumastos para sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ayoko ng magulo habang naglalaro ako ng starcraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...halos lahat ng babae possessive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nakakaubos ng load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nakakasakal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nambubulabog ng privacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wala kang individual time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...magiging helper lang ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...baka mapagkamalan akong driver niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ayoko masaktan ang puso ko (charing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hindi balance sheet ang puso ko na pedeng i-debit, credit (cheka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wala pa akong natitipuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hindi ako gamitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hindi ako ATM machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ayoko ng break-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ayoko rin ng cool-off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ayoko ng away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...lahat ng mga magagandang type ko maiingay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...natuturn-off ako sa mga babaeng may bigote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...estduyante pa ako at marami pa akong gustong gawin sa buhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mas masaya akong single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mas marami akong nagagawa kapag single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ayoko ng maarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ayoko  ng mapapel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ayoko makonsensya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...baka ilalayo niya ako sa mga kaibigan ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...baka hindi na ako makapagstarcraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...baka mabagsak ako &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...baka di ako makagraduate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at higit sa lahat ...magiging kasalanan ko lang lahat, lahat, lahat, kahit hindi, hindi, hindi!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Note: NGSB --&gt; No Girlfriend Since Birth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-3068348387175345566?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/3068348387175345566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=3068348387175345566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/3068348387175345566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/3068348387175345566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/09/wala-akong-girlfriend-dahil.html' title='NGSB  ako dahil...'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-8570223089857526882</id><published>2009-08-29T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:48:50.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>si sandara park</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvBLpUatEmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvBLpUatEmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOON&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvHYCWvN0fE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvHYCWvN0fE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;NGAYON&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dati pa ko hooked sa kanya during SCQ days, haha. sinubaybayan ko mula episode 1 hanggang sa final night dahil mahal ko sandara, bwahaha. kyut na kyut talaga kasi siya at nakakatuwa. kahit ngayong lightyears na ang naabot niya, talagang pinagmamalaki pa rin niya ang pilipinas, at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;philipinized&lt;/span&gt; din siya. malayo pa aabutin niya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-8570223089857526882?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/8570223089857526882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=8570223089857526882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/8570223089857526882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/8570223089857526882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/08/sandara-park.html' title='si sandara park'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-4965813959703061685</id><published>2009-08-29T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:50:50.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starcraft mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coolarcade.org/games/images/starcraft.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to get addicted with starcraft again. i remember playing the game way back in my elementary years, 2000. wasn't really a good player, but this time, im trying hard to be one! im good at playing protos and i enjoy torturing zerg. sadly, i still haven't gone in touch with the 2nd installment of the game, the alpha version. the old version's enough for now. kk, got to beat my korean churchmate!! grr, he's dang so clever, and he's got like 4 hands in a haste to rush a game! i'm gonna beat him sooner, kk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-4965813959703061685?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/4965813959703061685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=4965813959703061685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/4965813959703061685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/4965813959703061685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/08/starcraft-mania.html' title='starcraft mania'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-7429482159185984627</id><published>2009-08-28T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T03:15:50.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga munting alaala</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.genevieve-roberts.co.uk/Dangerous_dave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko pa si George ~ palagi ko siyang napapanaginipan nong bata pa ako ~ tingin ko isa siyang Decepticon dahil gusto niya akong lamunin ~ "George, George" ~ napanaginipan ko siya ng dalawang beses ~ gusto pa rin niya akong lamunin ~ tingin ko, Decepticon talaga siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko pa si Dangerous Dave ~ wala pang DOTA, L4D, o Ragnarok sa mga araw na yun ~ karibal niya sina Mario at Luigi ~ mataas ang talon ni Dave kahit maliit lang siya ~ tumatalon sa apoy at lumalangoy sa tubig ~ dangerous talaga si Dave dahil sa liit niya ay napipinsala niya ang mga kalabang higante ~ wala pang XP o flat screen ~ wala pang Wifi at tanging karera't piso piso lang ang munting kaligayahan ng ma chikiting ~ pero iba pa rin si Dangerous Dave ~ sa Pentium 1 ko siya nakilala ~ sa kanya ko nalaman na tatalon siya pag pinindut ko ang SPACE ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko pa si Ate Belen ~ yung yaya nung dati kong bespren na ubod ng yaman na hanggang ngayon ay di pa rin nauubusan ng pera ~ kebs lang siya kung inuubos namin ang pagkain ng alaga niya ~ kebs lang siya pag magdamagan kami sa underground sala ng alaga niya ~ kebs lang siya pag nakakabasag kami ng jar ~ kebs lang talaga siya ever ~ kaya mahal namin si Ate Belen ~ demo, hindi siya napromote bilang mayor doma ~ at wala na siya sa pwesto ngayon ~ buhay pa kaya siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko pa si Mamang Manlalangoy ~ he saved my life cheka eklavu! kung hindi dahil sa kanya malamang ako ang susundo kay Michael Jackson sa kanyang biyaheng langit ~ muntik nakong mamatay ~ malamang wala akong maaalala ngayon kung wala si Mamang Manlalangoy ~ hindi ko na matandaan ang mukha niya at hindi ako nakapag thank you ~ kung sino ka man at kung buhay ka pa ~ sana may facebook ka dahil dito ako magpapasalamat sa'yo ~ Salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko pa si Duwende ~ yung inaalayan namin ng kendi upang makaligtas kami sa kanyang sumpa't kaparusahan ~ Naaalala ko pa si Rocky ~ yung nagturo sakin kung pano uminom ng tubig dagat ~ Naaalala ko pa si Sharon Lumanta ~ yung kyut kong kaklaseng muntik ng nasagasaan ~ at muntik na niya kong nasali sa near~death adventure niya ~ Naaalala ko pa sina Play at Mates ~ yung mga kalaro ko nong nagbakasyon ako sa Maynila ~ bespren ko daw sila ~ gusto ko silang mameet muli ngayong may balahibo na kami sa kili kili ~ Naaalala ko pa si Superman ~ Naaalala ko pa si Alpha 5 ~ Naaalala ko pa si Rogue at si Gambit ~ Naaalala ko pa ang karera ~ Naaalala ko pa ang Playstation 1 ~ Naaalala ko pa ang Dance Pad ~ Naaalala ko pa ang Game Planet ~ Naaalala ko pa si Paul at si Boss ng Game Planet ~ Naaalala ko pang alaga nila ako sa Game Planet ~ Naaalala ko pa si Daryl na karibal ko sa Dance Dance Revolution ~ Naaalala ko pa si Pacman ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko pa si Ate ~ yung student assistant sa library na palaging nakangiti ~ Naaalala ko pa St. John Baptist De La Salle ~ hindi ko makakalimutan si Rico Yan ~ yung artistang namatay dahil sa tuwa ~ kung kelan siya namatay ay yung kelan ko rin nakilala si father dear ~ Naaalala ko pa yung mga Ilocanang nagdala sakin galing London papuntang Pilipinas ~ Naaalala ko pa yung katabi kong British sa Eroplano na walang ibang alam gawin kundi maglaro ng Caveman ~ at naaalala ko pa si Caveman ~ Naaalala ko pa si Paul Walker ~ yung British na tawag ng tawag sa akin dahil ako raw ang tagapagmana ng $14M mula sa isang matandang mayamang namatay bigla at walang tagapagmanang naiwan ~ nakapagpirma ako ng papeles na hanggang ngayon ay nasa 'kin pa ~ di ko alam kung anong raket yun pero talagang riyalistik ~ walastik kung makagimik ~ at bigla na lang siyang nawala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko pa si Steven Liu ~ Naaalala ko pa ang Af forum kung saan nabuhay ang aking internet adiktusness ~ naaalala ko pa si Zenki ~ Naaalala ko pa si Chabelita ~ Naaalala ko pa si Esperanza at Son Goku ~ magkaribal sila ~ Naaalala ko pa si Jessa Zaragosa ~ sabi nila badin daw siya ~ care ko ba kung mas magaling si Jolina Magdangal kay Antoinette Taus? ~ yayaman ba ako kung susubaybayan ko ang misadventures ni Blue Blink at Mojacko? ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang aking mga munting alaala ~ sa bawat sandali'y gusto kong balikan ang mga panahon kung kelan P.25 pa ang snowbear at natutuwa ako sa Marie Biscuits at Domino ~ kung kelan wala pang research projects at martial law the nursing version ~ mga alaalang masarap balikan ~ mga alaalang bahagi ng iyong buhay ~ mga alaalang nagbunga ng kasalukuyan ~ masaya ~ nakakatuwa~ cheka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-7429482159185984627?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/7429482159185984627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=7429482159185984627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/7429482159185984627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/7429482159185984627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/08/mga-munting-alaala.html' title='mga munting alaala'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-7179969404777630249</id><published>2009-08-11T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:49:27.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midterms</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rcpe.ac.uk/images/exams/exams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am concentrating, contemplating, studying, persevering... . no space for procrastination. gosh. I have to graduate, so I'll have to pass all the exams! T_T so help me God. God is faithful. No blogging this week. God bless the Philippines. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-7179969404777630249?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/7179969404777630249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=7179969404777630249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/7179969404777630249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/7179969404777630249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/08/midterms.html' title='midterms'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-8232746710534735767</id><published>2009-08-03T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:04:53.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>Can't wait for this season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwzKGJlJTtM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwzKGJlJTtM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-8232746710534735767?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/8232746710534735767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=8232746710534735767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/8232746710534735767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/8232746710534735767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/08/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-4039867236188295981</id><published>2009-07-27T01:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:04:59.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, dance</title><content type='html'>The dance steps are uniquely choreographed..Cool and catchy...in a way that I wanna groove to its beat as well haha. The dance steps ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAWqnA8PdcY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAWqnA8PdcY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-4039867236188295981?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/4039867236188295981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=4039867236188295981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/4039867236188295981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/4039867236188295981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/07/cool-and-catchy.html' title='Dance, dance'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-7203559005569584758</id><published>2009-07-24T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:04:41.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Coffee Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://oldstersview.files.wordpress.com/2006/08/cup-of-coffee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I hated drinking coffees not until college ~ 2006&lt;br /&gt;~the most cups of coffee I've drunk in a day is 6&lt;br /&gt;~I usually drink coffee to stay awake during lengthy study periods&lt;br /&gt;~I don't drink sugarless coffees ^^&lt;br /&gt;~A cup of hot coffee is best during rainy days&lt;br /&gt;~I haven't tried Starbucks coffees&lt;br /&gt;~A cup of coffee helps me think and plan things efficiently&lt;br /&gt;~I usually consume at least a can of ice coffee in a day ~ usually during nighttime&lt;br /&gt;~Coffeeholic? Coffee~love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-7203559005569584758?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/7203559005569584758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=7203559005569584758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/7203559005569584758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/7203559005569584758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-coffee-facts.html' title='My Coffee Facts'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-7729049776701298683</id><published>2009-07-23T02:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:57:28.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry ~ Super Junior</title><content type='html'>Filipinos don't hate being Filipinos. We just love to go beyond who we are. And so we embrace the way the other races dress up, sing, dance, talk, move, behave. It's one lovely way to discover the vastness and diversity of this cosmo. and talk about hospitality. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qWp1p1cpE0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qWp1p1cpE0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dance, dance, dance".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-7729049776701298683?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/7729049776701298683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=7729049776701298683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/7729049776701298683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/7729049776701298683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-super-junior.html' title='Sorry ~ Super Junior'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-8021014204121391365</id><published>2009-07-18T19:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:23:37.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSLR</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/canon-4d-dslr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone: Hear my cry...I want a DSLR camera - Canon, Nikon, Samsung, Olympus, Sony, any brand will do. Why? I just wanna satisfy the insatiable hunger I have for photography with good lenses. I believe great photos are great remnants of stolen moments and latter-days. If nobody's donating an amount, haha, I'll save for it. I've always dreamt for one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-8021014204121391365?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/8021014204121391365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=8021014204121391365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/8021014204121391365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/8021014204121391365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/07/dslr.html' title='DSLR'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-3674932381526880735</id><published>2009-07-17T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:42:15.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Fox</title><content type='html'>Having watched "The Revenge of the Fallen" weeks ago made me realize that Megan Fox is part of my subconscious fantasy. She must have been a little annoying in the movie, but she's one that's stained my head since then --- hot and gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/megan-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-3674932381526880735?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/3674932381526880735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=3674932381526880735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/3674932381526880735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/3674932381526880735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/07/megan-fox.html' title='Megan Fox'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-2102277506233922616</id><published>2009-06-22T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:51:50.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The price to pay</title><content type='html'>It's like a domino effect...one touch, and everything you've planned of falls down. That's what you get from procrastination---well for the most part of it. Just an advise, don't let time cheat on you.It could be very destructive when misused...and when blended with procrastination -- lovely combination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-2102277506233922616?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/2102277506233922616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=2102277506233922616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/2102277506233922616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/2102277506233922616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/06/price-to-pay.html' title='The price to pay'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-6053899216168397927</id><published>2009-06-19T02:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:54:18.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now You See Now You Don't</title><content type='html'>Just because I haven't blogged for quite a while doesn't mean I'm dead nor am I behind the times quarantined. I'm well aware of the pandemic H1N1 , that chaotic patriotism is on protests and Cha~Cha again, and that millions of Filipinos pried over Hayden Kho and Katrina Halili's careless whispers. On entertainment, I watched Wolverine and Terminator Salvation, I know how to dance Jai Ho, and I still dont enjoy watching Boys Over Flowers. All I've got my eyes with on Philippine showbiz is Krissy and Bohohohohoy in Banana Split. Though not watching the show as regularly broadcasted, I got to enjoy every single bit of its segments through Youtube. I just love them bohohohohooooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning the course of my eccentric peculiarity, it's continually on the run and shifting ~~~ what's important is that I'm alive and kicking. My lifestyle's been READJUSTED. I have recently engaged myself on a number of disciplines to stay fit, cool, and healthy ~~~bwahaha ~~~ and while this blog was blanked, I developed a habit. I moved out into a new apartment as well &amp;amp; realized that I couldn't get along well with a Filipino roommate, so I convinced myself for a multi~racial abode. Presently, I'm living with Hong Kyu Ui, the angel in disguise who gave me his motorbike and shared me the comfort of living with a number of appliances. From ignoramosity, I learned how to use a washing machine, WAHAHA. He pays for my internet usage too~~ sounds abusive huh~but he's volunteered so, and it's one great package of blessings to be living with him MWAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my university life, my name's pending for graduation next year! I'll just have to pass the last 2 semesters, and I'm good for the board exam and abroad ~ NYAHAHA. I know it's still a long way to go, so I've got to set my last year with all discipline and determination. Got to break off &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NGSB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this year too...at ang pinakamasahol na tawa...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BWAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt; cheka lang, marunong naman akong maghintay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I was BLOG~gone for quite an extensive while. I really enjoyed the summer this year, and it definitely is one reason why. I've started keeping a simple diary myself. While I was hands~off from blogging, I made the pen the avenue of expressions since there were just so many days to keep that would only last when written. Until now, I still haven't fully found out why I'm calling myself a ninja, but one thing's for sure, this blog ain't gonna end aimlessly. =P ^^ A toast to my comeback, kkk ^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-6053899216168397927?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/6053899216168397927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=6053899216168397927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/6053899216168397927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/6053899216168397927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-you-see-now-you-dont.html' title='Now You See Now You Don&apos;t'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-2325837047067307799</id><published>2009-06-04T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:58:14.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm officially a graduating student!!! YOOOOOHOOOO!!!! Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-2325837047067307799?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/2325837047067307799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=2325837047067307799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/2325837047067307799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/2325837047067307799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/06/senior-year.html' title='Senior Year!'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-7043253586363183475</id><published>2009-05-20T04:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:48:57.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focal Points of the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 16, 2009 - Balot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/DSC00876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreigners just love to try whatever is exotic in other lands. In the Philippines, "eating balot" is something exotic....for some traumatic...eclectic, kkk. For Koreans, it's something strange and unfavorable. But it would be a complete Philippine experience if they tried one. Steph and I brought Nam Hyun and Kwang Ho to the boulevard for a night of balot. Nam Hyun originally didn't want to go, but I always brought him around my persuasions,So he got his first bite of it that night, kkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/balot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/balot2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/balut2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nam Hyun consumed 2 pieces, and I think he liked it, even though he was a little disgusted at first. Kwang Ho was...silent. He just ate and didn't say a thing. ^^&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 25, 2009 - Dumaguete to Ozamiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/terminal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought Nam Hyun to our hometown way back. He traveled with us from Dumaguete to Dapitan to Dipolog to Ozamiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/snacks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped over a newly opened budburan along the south border of Ozamiz. Had our fill then went through another 15 minutes until we arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/study.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would be boring to stay at home so we planned a few things to do for the next days of our stay. During his spare hours, Nam Hyun just took my bed to study, and study, and study, and study, and study, kahit saan na lang, kk. I was busy with the TV...huhu I miss the TV!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 26, 2009 - Aquamarine Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/haus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this day, we planned to go snorkeling and swimming with the dolphins, kk. My mom drove us to the place along with Steph. Sooner, she just decided to go with us and try snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/DSC01299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got to the snorkeling area, we passed by the mangrove sanctuary where a number of animals were contained for viewing purposes. There were more monkeys than mangrove related reptiles in the area, and I wasn't able to appreciate them because they were the same animals I saw during my last visit, and I think they already know me, cheka. Nam Hyun kept in touch with some monkeys anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/DSC01251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/moap3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we started hiking through a long bridge connecting the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/DSC01257-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/P3260440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/moap2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime. The seafood was great!!!!! INCOMPARABLE!! It was quite expensive though. But the food was AWESOME!!! BEYOND AWESOME! Kk. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/DSC01266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bridge connects the restaurant to the wharf. We had to pay PHP200 for the boat ride+ticket to enter the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/moap4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes to reach the island, and there weren't quite a crowd during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/moap5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming with the dolphins costs another PHP200. We didn't bother wasting our money for a plunge with untrained, unskilled dolphins. So we just went for the snorkeling devices for PHP50 each and dove into the deep. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/03/lake-balinsasayao.html"&gt;Lake Balinsasayao&lt;/a&gt; post, Nam Hyun's a little dastard with water depths, bwahaha. His expression was really funny when we were about to plunge into the water. I find it really interesting making fun of him sometimes, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/swim.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Steph's Olympus water shock digital camera (cheka), we did not just enjoy feeding some sea creatures that looked like sharks, we also wet his camera for some &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; shots kkk ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/swim2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the fish with their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/feed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/underwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/lostnemo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant clam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/P3260522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/starfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/P3260607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/do.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved ourselves out from the deep and went for the sand where we had our "ninja shots" kkk. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/sand.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A NINJA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/namhyuntumble.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/kk.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GREAT NINJA. ^^&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 27, 2006 - Hoyohoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/hoyohoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the deep, we trekked for the heights two days later. It was an hour from the main city. This time, Steph's cousin was with us. The place was still under construction that time, but they didn't bother anyway. It was overlooking the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/huy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/huy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/huy5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was cool and relaxing. It was however creepy looking down from the top. We were really up high from the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/huy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch, went back to the city, watched a movie, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/lunch.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 31, 2009 - Ozamiz to Dumaguete&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/misterdonuts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strolled Nam Hyun around the city for the rest of our stay, hanged out with my friends, attended a shindig, plunged into the pool, roamed around my high school, ate out, and spent a day at Mister Donuts for the WiFi, kkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 31st, we packed up early in the morning and took the same route back to Dumaguete. We arrived there in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/goingbacktodums.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 2, 2009 - Japanese Shrine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up undecided of where to go. We were in the dilemma between the Japanese Shrine and Casaroro Falls. Their tracks were adjunct to each other..but we decided to hike for the Japanese Shrine anyway. Man..it was very exhausting! We should have picked the latter. Climbing 4KM really wore me out. I almost gave up climbing. Nam Hyun wasn't tired at all, dang him! He said he's used to climbing steeps as he was trained during his military service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/jap1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shrine at long last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/jap3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/jap2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/jap5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/bloghighlights/japdown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't stay long in the area. We descended after a few minutes of fresh air. If you plan to go there, buy some drinks, bring some food, some camping paraphernalia, and stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-7043253586363183475?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/7043253586363183475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=7043253586363183475' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/7043253586363183475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/7043253586363183475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/05/march-april.html' title='Focal Points of the Past'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-2575927510573422925</id><published>2009-04-15T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:48:34.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sluggish</title><content type='html'>I miss blogging. I want to post so many things but...T_T Probably, I'll have this blog flooded with my blah blahs later. I still feel a little lazy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-2575927510573422925?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/2575927510573422925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=2575927510573422925' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/2575927510573422925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/2575927510573422925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging.html' title='Sluggish'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-4359900577548075666</id><published>2009-04-06T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:54:12.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Bud/Best Bro</title><content type='html'>I grew up without having the company of a brother or a best friend. I never even grew up close with a family member, not even my mother, not even my father. I grew up a little paranoid with relationships: I easily doubt, and I find it hard to trust anyone. Surely, I know several familiar faces that greet me each day. Some close companies I couldn't consider emotionally connected, but only to live up with the saying that no man is an island. I've tried to fit myself with a few people, but it didn't work out, and it was not the bond I long to have. But an unexpected encounter came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several things have happened during Nam Hyun's 113 days in the Philippines. I was his English tutor, and he became the smartest student I ever handled. Sooner, like we both didn't expect, our bonds became intimate. We had spent our time in the most explicit ways we could. For 3 months, we enjoyed every moment greatly. We both shared to one another the entities and cultures we have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like best buddies, we had done and shared a lot of things even as short as 3 months. We had been to a lot of places we had never been to together. We woke up and took off to far places without taking a bath and a breakfast. A foreigner as he was, he met my friends and my family. He went with me to my hometown. He lived in our house, and we were like brothers sharing chaotically in one room. We talked, and we wrestled. We laughed together, saw wonders together, jumped, got lost along the way, rolled, snorkeled, bathed, ate, biked, swam, rowed, paddled, sipped, food binged, drank, badminton-ed, billiard-ed, karaoke-d, LOTTO-ed, shared weird dreams, shared rooms, shared clothes, shared shoes, shared money, shared goods, gave chocolates to the girls during Valentine's, paid respects and tributes to those honored, made promises, broke promises, made fun of anything that came along our way, fought and argued over narrow things, studied together, taught each other values, shared stories, so on and so forth. I've always coined our bond like that of two magnets with opposite poles. We termed ourselves as "magnets". It was really fun and I could probably never have the same stuffs with other people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With similarities, we both have our short term memories bothering us. During several times, we criticized each other as our forgetfulness brought us to a number of compromises. We are both dastard with cockroaches. We both love nature. From mountain tops to lakes and falls, our bond strengthened even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to our similarities, our differences are overflowing. First, our anatomic vessels don't carry the same blood (duh whatever, kk). He's Korean, and I'm 25% Chinese and 75% Filipino (char). I also noticed that with lengthy mountain hikings, Nam Hyun seemed to score best. With boating and swimming, he flunked, and I seemed to have enjoyed most. In terms of character, mine is weak and Nam Hyun's is strong. Our personalities either don't harmonize. My words are aggressive and sometimes are carelessly hurting. His are careful and incomparably gentle for a 28-year old human species. I'm sluggish (but eventually I learned how to wash my clothes through him), and Nam Hyun's definitely diligent and enduring. He has a great life in Korea with great friends and a great family, and everything with me in the Philippines seems to be the exact opposite. He's organized and swift, and I'm the antonyms. He never gets mad (never, ever, ever), while I easily let off anger and act out wild temperaments. He's very thoughtful, while I am not so thoughtful, kk. But who the heck cares, our familiarity went on and our student-teacher bond mutated to that like the tandem of Odie-Garfield (his favorite cat of all times). I also learned from Nam Hyun that with best friends, similarities and differences don't matter. It's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I trust you, you trust me",&lt;/span&gt; even when a million miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/5207e3fb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were observed by a surveillance camera on a 24-hour view, people would probably get to see and understand that everything between Nam Hyun and I was like an intimate bond of true blue brothers. We exchanged trust, went through and solved misunderstandings and prejudices. We expressed all the thoughts we had in mind. We laughed over the people who thought we were boyfriends. Psychological dysfunction I said, while he clenched his fist ready to thrust and break off false judgments. We giggled over our own romantic pursues. He learned about my interests, and he taught me his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time sure flies fast like an arrow, that's what Nam Hyun always told me about. We exchanged letters and farewells this morning. It was a sad moment, and he soon was out of sight. I couldn't help but burst into tears. I was like a child rubbing my eyes with my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just 3 months, but it felt like years. I never found any other friend as Nam Hyun. I don't have a brother, but I found that aspect in Nam Hyun's entity. It's really odd, but some circumstances would lead to the strangest curves in life. I didn't expect that it would be Nam Hyun. I didn't expect that he could provide the shoulder I needed whenever I cried; nobody has ever patted my back when I cried but Nam Hyun; he was the least person I expected to relate with my frustrations; I had always unchained everyday's pressures in front of him, and all he did was be there to provide the company I needed, the company I never had since. Despite the language barrier, he tried his best to express everything, to help ease the loneliness nobody ever knew. Nam Hyun always listened, even to the deepest thoughts suppressed for so many years that I haven't ever told anybody about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the company I needed in Nam Hyun. One could never imagine, but we were stuck with each other 24/7 and almost everyday. It wasn't just the company that have us emotionally connected, but the trust we have built with one another. If given a longer time or even a lifetime, I believe we could go on as best buds. Our bond has not even reached its full potential yet because of some resistance. Nam Hyun sometimes said, 'he couldn't express everything he really wanted to say in English', but we still got through. I am not well-versed with Korean semantics either. And our bond was just for some short three months. I wept hard for the fact that I couldn't be his magnet any longer. I was dependent to him for 3 months. Nam Hyun's got quite a number of best friends, and I don't know if he's really added me up to the number. But to me, he still is the best, best, best bud I have yet. T_T I really miss Nam Hyun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in front of him and expressed my gratitude of how happy I was to have him in my life both as a great friend and a brother. As of me, it's difficult to adjust with the unusuality of his absence. I can't do many things because he's now gone. And I don't have a brother to listen and stay with me with my downfalls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a mark of Nam Hyun wherever I go because I brought him to almost all the places I hang out to. From then on, I developed my capability to trust and my paranoia shed off. For now, he's only reachable through yahoo messenger and short phone calls. And still, we continue to live up with, "I trust you, you trust me". T_T. There's still a long way to go until we meet again. NAM HYUN HYONG!!! T_T T_T T_T I was really touched of your letter, and I've been reading it all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-4359900577548075666?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/4359900577548075666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=4359900577548075666' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/4359900577548075666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/4359900577548075666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-budbest-bro.html' title='Best Bud/Best Bro'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-1451716909908606451</id><published>2009-03-29T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:11:17.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Balinsasayao</title><content type='html'>The first leg of our summer vacation: Lake Balinsasayao // Twin Lakes. We crossed off Siquijor and rescheduled it to a later date. Instead, we went for the nearest and the cheapest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, our trip to Balinsasayao was not well₋planned. The night before it, we were hooked between Bais Dolphin watching and Lake Balinsasayao nature trekking, kkk ^^.  Nam Hyun's neighbor invited us for a cup of coffee at their house and talked over our plans for the summer. Apparently, we got several tips and advices from them, got hooked among a list of places to visit and called for the night undecided of which to trek first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we woke up the next day, we just decided to go to Balinsasayao [the nearest and the cheapest]. Most of my friends told me it's difficult to reach the place with a motorbike. But heck listen to them. Shine and Jerry told us we could reach there with Nam Hyun's bike. We hit the road and ascended to Balinsasayao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was good, and we thought it was just perfect for nature trekking. We didn't take a bath, and we didn't break a night of fasting. We mounted the bike with our towels, our camera, and a liter of bottled water then took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road was terribly rocky but we enjoyed sightseeing along the way. It was a very steep ride, but Nam Hyun proved to be a good driver. We ascended through the rocky heights as we arrived at the base of Balinsasayao. It was a bumpy 1.hour ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/DSC00927.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/DSC01085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/DSC01090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/DSC00932.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/DSC00933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/gif3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short descent to the wharf&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 198px; height: 148px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/2002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 198px; height: 148px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaks are for rento. 1 Kayak is for 100/hour. He isn't hydrophobic, but Nam Hyun is a little dastard with depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/gif2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He didn't know how to maneuver the boat, but eventually we had a smooth cruise of the lake. It was really relaxing. He paddled, rowed, and paddled, and rowed. I paddled, rowed, and paddled, and rowed. The place was calm, and all we could hear were the birds' chirping and gentle coos from unseen species lurking behind the trees. We cruised for 2 hours, and we saw a snake pass through us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to go deep into the lake, but I never dared to. I heard a story before about a guy whose body was never found after dipping himself into the water. Just a myth some people say, but my vague presumptions of the lake's depth didn't convince me. And that snake.... So I just stood my balance in the kayak and had my feet caress the icy water. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/gif4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/gif5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Then later, we learned why it was called the Twin Lakes.&lt;br /&gt;A tourist guide informed us about the stairway that led to the other lake.&lt;br /&gt;We pulled our kayak over a wharf, docked, made sure our kayak won't leave us, and went through another ascent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the view deck, we saw the other lake. And there were the twin lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Saw a weird plant, some weird insects, then went for another ride back to the main wharf.&lt;br /&gt;As we descended, we stopped over another lake, Lake Kabalinan. It was a small lake with protruding trees from the under, kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/88-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our way back to Dumaguete, we decided to drop by the hilly sides and took a view of Cebu, Siquijor, and Dumaguete from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/aaa.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/4442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/99.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/4446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/4444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/4445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;at ang ibang kababuyan sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/as.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/namhyun.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/x.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so dang hungry after that. We paused at Jo's for lunch, and consumed two chicken barbecues each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/twin%20lakes/DSC01214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAKE BALINSASAYAO, NEGROS ORIENTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A motorbike, a camera, a liter of bottled water and 500PHP.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4321606812669753468-1451716909908606451?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/1451716909908606451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=1451716909908606451' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/1451716909908606451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/1451716909908606451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/03/lake-balinsasayao.html' title='Lake Balinsasayao'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-6408738059180924142</id><published>2009-03-28T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:35:54.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naoki's Graduation Party</title><content type='html'>Naoki was my Nihongo tutor for 2 months. He was my dormmate as well a year back. We had never been close during dormitory days until Won Young told me that he was doing Japanese tutorials and was still on the hunt for more students. During that time, he was living independently. He insisted not to receive any financial aid from his parents after he failed his major. By then, I decided to enroll for his Japanese lessons. He was really a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became close as our sessions ensued. I started calling him "sensei", the Japanese equivalent of "teacher", after a few sessions. It was fun spending an hour or two with Naoki. Other than learning what I paid him for, we spent hours eating out, talking, eating out again, talking, and eating out, and talking. After two months, our student-teacher bond ended. But we are still very good friends up to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, graduation day had come for Naoki. He failed to graduate last year, so this time was really a great fulfillment for him. I became a part of his hard work. I worked with him in his experiments, helped him finish one of his papers, and went through with him during emotional outbursts and frustrations. It was exhausting but fun and fulfilling. It was frustrating, but finally, the hard work paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naoki celebrated his graduation party together with his friends and love ones last Sunday. The program was emotional, and Naoki's speech was really moving. After a few words of congratulations from the people, Naoki gave his song of response to everyone. He sang Lupang Hinirang. It was the first Filipino song he memorized when he came to the Philippines. Having been lived in the Philippines for five years, his pronunciation was sharp and fluent. By the end of the program, he fell into tears as he sang the song and sincerely delivered his gratitude to each and everyone who has touched his life for years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows what will happen to him in the years to come. But I am certain that with his discipline and determination, he will be able to grasp the bright future that's waiting for him ahead. Omedeto Gozaimasu Naoki-sensei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/DSC00913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/DSC00916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/DSC00923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-6408738059180924142?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/6408738059180924142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=6408738059180924142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/6408738059180924142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/6408738059180924142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/03/naokis-graduation-party.html' title='Naoki&apos;s Graduation Party'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-6793829289565890557</id><published>2009-03-21T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:01:11.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER NA!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUMMER NA,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM FREE!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FULL NINJA MODE!!!!!!!!!&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/4321606812669753468-6793829289565890557?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/6793829289565890557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=6793829289565890557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/6793829289565890557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/6793829289565890557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer-na.html' title='SUMMER NA!!!!!!'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321606812669753468.post-5046804011096137638</id><published>2009-03-20T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:05:53.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer List 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/killua990/n1538875247_942.jpg" style="margin-right: 3px;" align="left" /&gt;I've got a few things planned up for the summer, and I hope everything gets done this time. I spent my summer last year with some friends in Manila, but it was so-so. I hope I'll have a better one this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just two more days away to going off the deep end. Yoooohooo. I really don't want to think of what will happen during summer class but it pains me now even when it's like a dozen bedtimes away. Wahhhh, spare me dear lousy brain as these are the things I have to do, like I really, really, have to do---and really, really have to do, and really, really, really, really, really, have to do to wear off the rusts that's hoarded the entirety of my chivalric gray matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THE SUMMER LIST 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Get wild and dive into the blues in Siquijor.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Give Bacolod a warm hug and a big welcome kiss! MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;3.) We'll check what's with Dakak this time.&lt;br /&gt;4.) An expedition around Negros Oriental!&lt;br /&gt;5.) Water rafting in Cagayan de Oro.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Savor the fresh air at a Japanese Shrine in the mountains of Valencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to building up the rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I will be having piano lessons this summer and my father's paying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I'll move out to another place. We just found a very cheap apartment good enough for my new Korean housemate. He has a car, a washing machine, and some furnitures so I'll benefit from those -- but I think I'll have problems with him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Tutorial sessions with a few Koreans I scheduled starting this April. Well this one's a good thing since I'll earn again for another expedition after the summer class, kkkkk ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Our summer class will be entirely on Related Learning Experience in the hospital. This means, we'll have to go on duty 3 times a week, 8-hours a day, make paper works, case presentations, ward classes, pretest, post-test, and dang awful group works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, majority's on wearing off the rust, and the buildup will not seem to overtake, if you know what I mean. Two more days to go, and I hope...and I really, really, really hope....and really, really, really hope that I'll pass this semester before these plans hit the spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321606812669753468-5046804011096137638?l=sendorero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/feeds/5046804011096137638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321606812669753468&amp;postID=5046804011096137638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/5046804011096137638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321606812669753468/posts/default/5046804011096137638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendorero.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer-list-2009.html' title='The Summer List 2009'/><author><name>sendzki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13511028323890616109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16891344688847010379'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>