<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542</id><updated>2011-11-14T06:11:34.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writing Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-4737001140259149353</id><published>2010-06-25T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T08:46:49.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolkien as ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;YES, YES YES! \:D/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our batch, has finally met ONE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We are in our 2nd week in school and I can already feel the unity in us. And not only that, a teacher, whom I'm close to, said that all of our teachers have been giving us positive feedbacks. It's a fresh start and hopefully, by the end of the school year, nothing will change :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-4737001140259149353?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/4737001140259149353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=4737001140259149353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/4737001140259149353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/4737001140259149353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2010/06/tolkien-as-one.html' title='Tolkien as ONE'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-3284329018614742322</id><published>2010-06-16T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T06:02:23.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crossroads of Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Avatar? Naww. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This post is actually for our class (for my self actually) which is to be written in a short bond that our TIC (Teacher-in-Charge) gave us. This letter that I'm about to post is supposed to be private, but since this will be a big part of my life, I thought, to share it with you guys. What is it about? You'll know. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've waited a long time for this and I'm pretty sure that everyone in the class has waited for this TIME to actually come and set in; Seniors, seniors, SENIORS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Expectations?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To you Sir H:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You've told us that you will treat us like ADULTS this school year and hopefully, your view on us won't change. I would also like to thank you and in advance as well. You became a part of our lives and from my point of view, you've helped us change one way or another. Thank you once again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To my batch mates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah yes. The batch that I learned to hate and love. We've been in this school for almost 11 years. Some have left and some have returned but life as a student goes on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Through those 10 years of being in different rooms but being with the same faces, I really am happy to say that I got to know each and every single one of you, one way or another. Now that we're in our last year, I really am expecting this class to have UNITY and a LASTING FRIENDSHIP. Not only that, but this is also the part of our lives wherein we have to pick a choice. A choice that will change our life in years time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lastly, THANK YOU so much for everything. Never will I miss our Zoo trips, our Bataan trips, our Lakbay-Kalikasan trips, our MAKILING trip (lots of memories) and to the other trips whatever they may be. Haha. Once again, Batch 2010-2011, Thank you and Good Luck. ;) :-bd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-3284329018614742322?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/3284329018614742322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=3284329018614742322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3284329018614742322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3284329018614742322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2010/06/crossroads-of-destiny.html' title='The Crossroads of Destiny'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-7522093937196980964</id><published>2010-06-10T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T06:19:58.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College, College, College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In 10 months, I will officially be in college \:D/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Plans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As of now, my number one priority is to pass UP Diliman. Why? Well first off, RODIC'S! HAHAHAHA =)) Nah, joke :P Oh by the way, if you guys haven't tried the &lt;i&gt;tapsilog &lt;/i&gt;at Rodic's, take my word, you'll love it :-bd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Back to business. In my family, majority of my cousins graduated from UP Diliman while the eldest of us all graduated from UP Los Baños. When I went to UP last Wednesday to pass my form, I didn't think that it'll be that fun. I mean, I've been there many times before but to be able to walk on its road, to have the soil on your shoes and to eat at one of UP's finest eateries, was definitely the time of my life. Erik, once again, thank you for touring us :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alternate plans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If I don't get to pass in UP Diliman (Hoping that I would), my second choice will come into play; UP Los Baños. The problem with UP Los Baños is that it's miles away from home. If I am ever to go to Los Baños, I should be able to get a job. Yes, I will be a working student and I really need the money for the dorm. But I'll go home on the weekends to check-up on my parents and the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For now, fingers crossed, pray to God and hope to pass :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-7522093937196980964?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/7522093937196980964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=7522093937196980964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7522093937196980964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7522093937196980964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2010/06/college-college-college.html' title='College, College, College'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-137800863680458738</id><published>2010-03-19T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:49:46.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes sir-rie! Hello Summer! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well first off, I would just like to thank for the SY: 2009-2010. I personally, had a blast despite all of the drama that happened to my or our lives. To my batch mates, I thank you for the awesome year. I've learned a lot from all of you, and knew a lot of you guys better. Those 'inuman' and &lt;b&gt;UBE&lt;/b&gt; (Ultimate Bonding Experience- Haha, thank you Erik!) nights that made our bonding worthwhile. SY: 09-10- You've taught me a very valuable lesson. And I thank you for it. :D I'll miss you really, but you know what they say: &lt;i&gt;'Let go of the past and look forward to the future'. &lt;/i&gt;SY: 09-10, now I say adieu and once more, thank you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now now now! Summer won't be official till we forget what day of the week it is right? Haha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-137800863680458738?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/137800863680458738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=137800863680458738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/137800863680458738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/137800863680458738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2010/03/summer.html' title='Summer?'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-6341268021190194779</id><published>2010-03-04T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T05:57:14.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for summer 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Whad up whad up peeps? :) It's been awhile hasn't it? Anyways, since I'm bored today and I have nothing to do, I'ma post the activities that I'm planning to do (hopefully) this summer. Some of the plans are going to be a challenge and not to mention, a MAJOR pain in the ass, but hopefully, I'll get through these things with no problems at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;PLANS FOR SUMMER 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. Review for the Entrance Exams this April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Ride (bicycle) with a friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Swim (No doubt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4. Food Trips in different places :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5. Enroll in a dance class (Hip Hop - Yeah, I'm serious about this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've always wanted to dance ever since I was a kid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6. Learn or CONVINCE my parents to teach me or get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;in a driving school since I'm turning 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;7. Spend the rest of the summer with my mates, no more no less :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8. Make myself busy as much as possible (and by "busy" I mean by having FUN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-6341268021190194779?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/6341268021190194779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=6341268021190194779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6341268021190194779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6341268021190194779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2010/03/plans-for-summer-2010.html' title='Plans for summer 2010'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-2808568715759814437</id><published>2010-02-03T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:17:09.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Death. What is it? What's the first thing that comes into your mind when you speak of the subject? A gun shot maybe, cancer, hit n run and so many more. There are so many forms of death that you can't even imagine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, you're probably wondering why I'm talking about this. Well, the main reason is that I have this feeling that something will happen to someone this year. I don't know to whom will this happen, where and when. I just have this feeling that it will happen... SOON. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-2808568715759814437?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/2808568715759814437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=2808568715759814437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2808568715759814437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2808568715759814437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2010/02/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-1386949156374969513</id><published>2009-12-27T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:39:45.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC EPIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Kasi, kausap ko pinsan ko na akala ko siya pero uncle ko pala gumagamit. Una, nagtaka ako kung bakit walang icons kaya ayun, hanggang sa inamin na niya lang na si uncle ang gumagamit. Ito ay kani-kanina lang kaya tawang tawa ako. Patawad rin dahil ako ay sabog :| =)) Babae nga pala siya na nasa US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Stat niya: "Youchoobing xD" (umaga sa kanila ngayon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: You my friend should get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: U shld b the one sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: It's morning here already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: yeh yeah i know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: sry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: So, hu r u in a relationship with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Sorry I pressed the wrong button. I said who r u in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: why did you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: But ur fb profile said so that u r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: nope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: it was a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Tulog ka na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: i wanted to know who would react if i ever changed my status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Awi to tulog ka na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: ah si uncle pala to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: haha maya na uncle, indi pa ako antok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Amp (&amp;lt;--- WINNER AMP! AHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: AHAHAHAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: opo opo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: ou nga pala uncle, 23rd anniversay ni ma at ni pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: ngayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Ano ba shoes gusto m? Today ba? 28th of december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: yup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: wag na sapatos uncle salamat na lang dun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: ang habol ko ngayon damit at polo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: at pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: pero sapatos ayus lng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Mahirap bumili ng polo at pants bn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Na wala ka dito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: hehe ayus lng &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Madani FTP lalo at sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: pero uncle, kung saka sakaling sapatos, hindi na ung pang soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: mga pang labas lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Eh anong klase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: vans at nike cguro pwede na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: o kung ano dyan sa dalawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: What size? S kikay ang sabihan ng ano klase at yan ang mga sapatos Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: uhmm.. ewan ko lng kung anu na size ng paa ko ngayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Mahirap bumili ng hula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: sabihin ko na lng sa inyo uncle pa nalaman ko na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: E ym m na Lang si nikka at lahat ng latest style meron cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: okie doks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nikka: Tell ur mom n dad na happy anniversary s kanila. Tulog na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: opo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;JDuq: gud nyt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yan na yon :)). Sabi sa inyo sabog ako eh =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S: Bored :| :))&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/9047288283770826542-1386949156374969513?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/1386949156374969513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=1386949156374969513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1386949156374969513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1386949156374969513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/12/epic-epic.html' title='EPIC EPIC'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-2056912888736966739</id><published>2009-12-27T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T07:49:13.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's a blog for me friend who's about to go into surgery (heart transplant), this 6th of January. I do hope everything goes well :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;His name is Kevin Volpe, a 46 year old lad, who loves old movies, youth baseball, long walks on the beach and loves to have fun with his buds, in person or across the internet. Mr. Volpe lives in Connecticut&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;USA. His work, is him being an umpire and when it comes to his leisure time, he goes on Ventrilo and plays with us. Kevin is one of the best players in the game and he has made some awesome scores. Everyone (well not everyone) loves him because he's a comedian. He loves to make everyone laugh. He is a simple guy who loves to be around his friends :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I've met him 2 years ago in his server. He was a push-over and he was really a pain-in-the-ass. He wanted everyone in his team to play serious and everything but after some time, he eventually learned that the game was just a game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to post this because he is under some heart condition. I forgot the name of his condition but it's a serious one. It can be cured, though, through heart transplant and nothing else (as far as I'm concerned). He told me and a friend of mine that everything will be alright. He also told us that if he won't make it alive after the surgery, then that's it. I was startled when I heard that from him. It's as if he wasn't afraid if he'll make it or not, but he is pretty confident that he'll make it out of it alive and well. I still worry because I or we will never know what will happen on the day of the surgery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, you'll always be in my prayers and I also hope that everything goes well. Take care of yourself Kev :D. We will always be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-2056912888736966739?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/2056912888736966739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=2056912888736966739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2056912888736966739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2056912888736966739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-friend.html' title='A good friend'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-1316814364870110404</id><published>2009-12-24T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:02:36.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Guys! Have a...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOLLY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY. TAKE CARE AND HAVE A GOOD ONE. :D :-bd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-1316814364870110404?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/1316814364870110404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=1316814364870110404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1316814364870110404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1316814364870110404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-2760661123654855698</id><published>2009-12-19T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:08:21.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Off-topic for now. I would just like to share some things I saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Well earlier, I went to our chapel to attend the anticipated mass for &lt;i&gt;simbang gabi&lt;/i&gt; (I'm too lazy to attend tomorrow's mass, 4:30 AM). So yeah, I positioned myself somewhere at the back to check on my surroundings every now and then (I don't know why but I love to check on other people's doings for no reason at all).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Now on with the story. I was at the back and in front of me were 3 average teens and 4 or 5 kids. In the teens section, there was a couple. They were sweet (of course, what are you to expect from a couple ey?), cuddling each other from time to time and so many more. I, couldn't help it but just watch them from that very short distance. As I watched them, a question popped in my head: &lt;i&gt;When will a person ever find that special someone? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3 things ran into my mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1st thought: &lt;i&gt;When will a person ever find that special someone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2nd thought: &lt;i&gt;Beat the hell out of em because they were flirting with each other for like the whole mass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3rd thought: &lt;i&gt;Couldn't help it, but had to agree with the fact : "They were meant for each other" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-2760661123654855698?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/2760661123654855698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=2760661123654855698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2760661123654855698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2760661123654855698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-special.html' title='Someone special'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-4360801172013499158</id><published>2009-12-09T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:11:14.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to mi loves :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yep! Back to mi loves :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Two years ago, I found this awesome game, Battlefield 1942. It's an 8 year old game which was released last September (if my memory serves me right) of 2001 by EA. Anyway, I've been playing the game (like what I said), for 2 years and I'm actually good at it, thanks to a friend of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So yeah, I'm downloading it again, hoping to get my skills back after months of not playing, though the problem now is that I'm on a touch pad. My mouse is already dead so yeah, I will have a hard time on strafing and so on and so forth. If the infantry fails, then I'll head up for the skies. If both of them fails, then I will leave the game... haha joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;What I'm after now is the fun and nothing else. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-4360801172013499158?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/4360801172013499158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=4360801172013499158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/4360801172013499158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/4360801172013499158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-mi-loves.html' title='Back to mi loves :]'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-1206392983730474086</id><published>2009-12-07T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:13:27.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Influential personalities in the face of history</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you guys ever wondered on how this world was 'fixed'? Meaning, how history was written for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You don't get it do you? Well here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The minute that you or we were born, automatically, we already knew the past without even going to school. We already knew that there was a guy named, "Hitler". Right? We also knew from the start that there was a guy named "Gandhi" and so on and so forth. At this very moment, you're probably telling yourself &lt;i&gt;"Aba'y oo nga noh!". &lt;/i&gt;Yeah, I know, I'm good at mind reading :). Just kidding :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, it's true right? We already knew from the start that there were going to be names that would stand above the others, especially in the 40's to the 90's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's kind of weird and yet interesting at the same time. It just makes you ask the question... &lt;i&gt;"How?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Famous people in the face of history: (in no particular order)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ludwig Van Beethoven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Johann Pachelbel Bach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Antonio Vivaldi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Frederic Chopin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Julius Caesar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Alexander the Great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Che Guevara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Fidel Castro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Galileo Galilei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Pablo Picasso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Mother Teresa of Calcutta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Pope John Paul II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- William Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Abraham Lincoln&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Bill Clinton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- John Lennon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Mao Zedong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Saddam Hussein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Elvis Presley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Socrates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Plato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's stop here.. I don't want to name all of em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-1206392983730474086?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/1206392983730474086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=1206392983730474086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1206392983730474086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1206392983730474086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/12/influential-personalities-in-face-of.html' title='Influential personalities in the face of history'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-5067332633735852312</id><published>2009-12-07T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:20:25.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Gazing = A MUST! :-bd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes peeps! Trust me on this one, star gazing is a &lt;b&gt;MUST&lt;/b&gt;. Why? Well first of all, it's December, the month has a chilly weather and the stars are just... wonderful (not to mention the moon- Ha! WINNER TO!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I would like to suggest that every night (11 PM or 1 AM), go outside of the house, take a mattress, a bench or whatever it is you can lie on, place it in the open and just look up. If you know the basics in naming one or two or three of the constellations, then you are cool! (haha sorry about that. I don't know what to say :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Try it from time to time or whenever you have a spare time. You will love it, trust me. ;) :-bd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Holidays Everyone :D \:D/ :-bd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-5067332633735852312?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/5067332633735852312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=5067332633735852312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/5067332633735852312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/5067332633735852312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/12/star-gazing-must-bd.html' title='Star Gazing = A MUST! :-bd'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-946126231396143780</id><published>2009-12-05T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:14:44.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 = FIFA World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometime next year (summer if my memory serves me right), an important event will take place in South Africa: The FIFA World Cup. The FIFA World Cup takes place every 4 years. The last world cup occurred last 2006, which was held in Germany. The teams gave their very best to strive for the title. Everything was fantastic! (well except the part when zidane kicked the arse of Materazzi- which was kind of epic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Winners last 2006: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1st: Italy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2nd: France&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3rd: Germany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4th: Portugal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's quite heartbreaking to see Brazil lost but hey, they've won the trophy more than 3 times in the passed few years. I guess it's time for them to take a break? Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, next year will be one of the most awaiting events. The whole world will be watching whether you're a soccer player or not. Soccer schools (especially ours) will be cheering for their favorite country and words will be exchanged from both parties. &lt;i&gt;Will I experience it?&lt;/i&gt; Of course! &lt;i&gt;Is it part of the whole thing?&lt;/i&gt; Of course! &lt;i&gt;Will my favorite team kick the arse of the other teams that my friends chose?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;NO DOUBT! HELL YES!&lt;/b&gt;. See! The start of the games will still happen 2 to 5 months from now and I'm already jumping and shouting. This time, I am confident that the country of my choice will win, which is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ENGLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travellerspoint.com/flags/240-lgflag.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://www.travellerspoint.com/flags/240-lgflag.gif" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;[photo: &lt;i&gt;http://www.travellerspoint.com/flags/240-lgflag.gif&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-946126231396143780?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/946126231396143780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=946126231396143780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/946126231396143780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/946126231396143780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-fifa-world-cup.html' title='2010 = FIFA World Cup'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8493280471633797161</id><published>2009-11-29T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:47:57.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From epic to epick-er to epic-est</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, the title FAILS, I know. Anyway, I am here to blog about something really interesting. I would just like to lighten up the mood a little :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Here here! Tell me, what's the difference between a "planned" picture and a "stolen" one? Obviously, in the planned one, the outcome will be very decent. You would have the chance to change your mood a little and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;For an instance, you would get something like this (here is a picture of my batch mate and our previous teacher-in-charge): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/SxJyovpXOHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/h31saevrKrk/s1600/DSC03906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/SxJyovpXOHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/h31saevrKrk/s320/DSC03906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is what I call a planned picture :-bd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, the "stolen" one? Well, if you're the kind of guy who acts normal either in or not front of a camera, then you are safe. Unfortunately, if you're the kind of guy who acts like someone else, now that my friend is one big problem (seriously). Why? Check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/SxJ0zFd6E4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/H5-f-hqe2v4/s1600/NICE+ONE.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/SxJ0zFd6E4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/H5-f-hqe2v4/s320/NICE+ONE.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! - &lt;/b&gt;Nins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Now don't act weird or anything. He's not gay, mind you. For some reason, the person above, wore that "thing" and posed for the camera (well accidentally). Isn't it... epic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips?&lt;/b&gt; Act normal, wherever and whenever, that is of course, if you want to end up like my friend above. Now we wouldn't want that to happen would we? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-8493280471633797161?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8493280471633797161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8493280471633797161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8493280471633797161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8493280471633797161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-epic-to-epick-er-to-epic-est.html' title='From epic to epick-er to epic-est'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/SxJyovpXOHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/h31saevrKrk/s72-c/DSC03906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8067464513087652381</id><published>2009-11-27T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:12:45.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short circuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh dang... I was watching episode 137 of Shippudden, when all of a sudden, I heard a spark. I knew that it was the charger of my laptop because of the change of brightness in my screen. So yeah, the cause was 'short circuit'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I have to wait for a week or 2 to get the money to buy a new charger. Which means, there is a possibility that I will not use this baby for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways.. Peace :D. I'm going to see you guys in some other time (hopefully, it won't take long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-8067464513087652381?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8067464513087652381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8067464513087652381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8067464513087652381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8067464513087652381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-circuit.html' title='Short circuit'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8149019906597718104</id><published>2009-11-27T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:55:52.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;w000000000000000000000000t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ha! Finally! The exams are done, the 2nd semester is done and everything is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;What to do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Well... I am ready to embrace the last semester as a very important part of my Junior year. I mean, seriously... time flies so fast. And who knows? Maybe the next time I blink, we Juniors, would have our own separate lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next week will be the start of December and the start of a whole new week for a whole new life. Merry Christmas to all? Yeah, I know. I greet in advance :&amp;gt; :-bd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways.. no classes on Monday. Oh and yeah! Happy Birthday Dad \:D/ :-bd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Take care everyone and God Bless ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-8149019906597718104?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8149019906597718104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8149019906597718104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8149019906597718104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8149019906597718104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/11/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-845497084578488187</id><published>2009-11-26T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:33:34.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem Whom I Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Was checking my files until I came across this one. It's an old poem I made before (to be specific- summer), but I never had the chance to post it. So here it goes. Do forgive me if it's... cheesy? Blame boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;=======================================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are the Poem whom I own&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every night, I would go out&lt;br /&gt;To think of the times we shared &lt;br /&gt;Your the one I spoke about&lt;br /&gt;Of wishing that we were paired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my one and only&lt;br /&gt;I adored you from the start&lt;br /&gt;The one whom I called 'baby'&lt;br /&gt;And nothing has changed that part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my everything, my core&lt;br /&gt;And you've thrown me out of my thrown&lt;br /&gt;You're the rhythm and I'm the tone, for&lt;br /&gt;You are the poem whom I own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Justin Duque-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-845497084578488187?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/845497084578488187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=845497084578488187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/845497084578488187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/845497084578488187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/11/was-checking-my-files-until-i-saw-this.html' title='The Poem Whom I Own'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-5265985907596940143</id><published>2009-11-24T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:45:57.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Decisions... what are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Decisions are simply acts for making up one's own mind. In life, these are the only things that keep on reminding us on what and not to do. It can determine as well a life or death situation, that is, if you choose the right one. Every decision we make, changes almost anything and everything around our surroundings, whether it'd be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Life can be put in 2 phrases: &lt;i&gt;"The point of no return"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; phrase and the &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do or do not. There is no try" &lt;/i&gt;phrase by Master Yoda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;'The point of no return' phrase refers to a critical decision. The problem with this one is that you are to not regret this decision over some time. The 'Do or do not' phrase on the other hand refers to a decision in which the risk of doing it, gives you a 50-50 chance of either accomplishing the task or a failure. But hey, there's another choice for you to pick, 'do not'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There will come a point in your life wherein you are to make a simple decision which would benefit the other, no matter how much the suck you get in return.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;For an instance... check &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sTy26XYyN4&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out. &lt;br /&gt;--Simply Speechless--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-5265985907596940143?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/5265985907596940143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=5265985907596940143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/5265985907596940143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/5265985907596940143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/11/decision-making.html' title='Decision making'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-3582760022494830847</id><published>2009-11-23T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:00:44.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Early this morning, we (Juniors), went to &lt;i&gt;"Bahay Kanlungan"&lt;/i&gt; (we did this last year as well) as a part of our grade for Val. Ed. The place were pure of "oldies" ranging from 60 to 99. Yes, 60 to 99 and still very young at heart (Idol :-bd). It's aim was for us to gather information on at least 1 of the elders or so. But since we did it last year, I already had that ONE person in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The minute we arrived at the place, we saw the elders outside in a line position (like last year), waiting for some of the students (us) to talk to them. There are a number of elders we know and there are new faces as well. Seeing them again made me smile but, like I said, there is that person that I've been longing to see, and that person is &lt;i&gt;"Lola Maria"&lt;/i&gt;. At first, I tried to look for her in the so called "line" of elders, yet, she wasn't there. So we carried on with our work and I was still unable to find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Breakfast time came, we all had fun. We had the chance to feed some of the elders with Pansit. I was quite unlucky and yet lucky at the same time. I fed the oldest person in the place (the unique 99 year old woman). Lucky because it was an honor (haha :P) and unlucky because it was quite hard to feed her. Since it was their breakfast, beside me was one of the staff of the place. I asked her if &lt;i&gt;Lola Maria&lt;/i&gt; was still around. She asked me... "Who?" I showed her a picture of her in a wall filled with their pictures beside me. I was quite surprised that she didn't know her until &lt;i&gt;Lola Edith &lt;/i&gt;(the MC of the elders) heard our conversation. She told me that &lt;i&gt;Lola Maria &lt;/i&gt;was already &lt;i&gt;"six feet below the ground"&lt;/i&gt;. The minute I heard those famous 5 words, my world turned up-side-down. I asked her why and she replied that it was her age that made her rest. It happened in her province with her 3 children when she visited them. After some days, the eldest came back and told them that her mother, &lt;i&gt;Lola Maria&lt;/i&gt;, died. Hearing the story made me want to pour everything out. And that wasn't the reason why I was in such a bad mood (only Niño knew). Her death, occurred sometime before Christmas, which was weeks after our first visit to the &lt;i&gt;Kanlungan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I decided to not mingle with my batch mates because I didn't want them to know, but my facial expression gave a part of my information. I stayed with &lt;i&gt;Lola Edith&lt;/i&gt; the whole presentation asking her about &lt;i&gt;Lola Maria's &lt;/i&gt;death. A couple of my friends asked me if I was good, sarcastically, I answered yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Being with the person for 6 hours is something quite unforgetful. In Filipino terms.... &lt;i&gt;napamahal&lt;/i&gt;. It was I who fed her last year, who wiped her mouth every time her saliva would drool and I was the one who was with her all through out the outreach. We had a couple of laughs together but those are just memories now. She was a kind, strong-willed, passionate, spiritual and a down-to-earth person. Her life is inspiring and that I would never forget. Wherever you are &lt;i&gt;Lola Maria&lt;/i&gt;, rest in peace. You deserve it after all the challenges you've been through.&lt;i&gt; Paalam po&lt;/i&gt; :| But hey, that's how life is. Sometimes you really have to move on no matter how painful it is for you to accept the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Ang drama ba? Sorry.. kailangan ko lang talagang ilabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-3582760022494830847?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/3582760022494830847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=3582760022494830847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3582760022494830847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3582760022494830847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/11/quite-unexpected.html' title='Quite unexpected'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8968657298786344924</id><published>2009-11-10T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T04:09:05.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iago - "A sweet BADASS person"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Epic title isn't it? Hehe, thank Sir Sam :-bd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Earlier in our English class, our teacher was absent for some reason so our principal/deputy teacher, took over the class. Since it was him, I knew that the class won't be boring (I am not saying that our English teacher is boring) and I also knew that the class would have a good time (and that we had). He's one of the best teachers here in our school. Of course, what are you to expect from a Principal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, Iago, is an antagonist in one of Shakespeare's famous plays, &lt;i&gt;Othello&lt;/i&gt;. According to our Principal (Samuel Geronilla), Iago is a character whom Shakespeare made as the most deranged, manipulative, cynical person. Of all his plays, Iago, has the most lines than any other character. No, Iago does not have "super powers", but what's so special about him is how he uses behavior as his weapon of choice. He implants words on the person's mind until that person gives in. Take my word on this one: &lt;b&gt;OTHELLO IS A MUST! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Iago - "A sweet BADASS person"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Samuel Geronilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-8968657298786344924?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8968657298786344924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8968657298786344924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8968657298786344924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8968657298786344924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/11/iago-sweet-badass-person.html' title='Iago - &quot;A sweet BADASS person&quot;'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8114770951473062101</id><published>2009-11-01T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T05:31:58.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;For the passed 3 days, I haven't gone yet to the cemetery to visit the grave of both my Uncle and my Grandmother, unlike the others out there. From what I've been hearing lately, the cemeteries that my friends have been through were crowded. So yeah, sucks. If time permits, then maybe tomorrow would be a good time... hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOLA O KAYA UNCLE! PAG HINDI PO AKO MAKABISITA NG SEMENTERYO, KAYO NA LANG BUMISITA SAKIN. KAHIT ONTING PARAMDAM LANG MASAYA NA AKO&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry. Bored :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-8114770951473062101?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8114770951473062101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8114770951473062101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8114770951473062101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8114770951473062101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/11/when.html' title='When?'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-3386594037082993021</id><published>2009-10-31T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:57:51.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the death that counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There's a saying:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;A man is not measured by how he lived but rather what they managed to accomplish before their death."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This quote has been running through my head lately. Every time this quote pops up, I would ask myself:&lt;i&gt; If I am to accomplish a great deed before I die, what would it be?. &lt;/i&gt;Random is it not? To tell you guys the truth, I really am dying to know. I don't want to wait for 10-30 or so years... ugh. Damn! So many questions to answer, but hey it's life, what's not to ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="24" hidden="true" id="myFxSearchImg" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" style="border: medium none; display: none; opacity: 0.6; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647;" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-3386594037082993021?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/3386594037082993021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=3386594037082993021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3386594037082993021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3386594037082993021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-death-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s the death that counts'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-895673866041669029</id><published>2009-10-29T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:28:54.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars + Moon = Gratification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stars + Moon = Gratification? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Christmas is rapidly closing in, I am planning to go out of the house (with the family/friends or without them) and go somewhere, where I can find peace and quiet. A mountain would be a good choice right? Well, near our city, we have a place here wherein over looking is free for everyone to enjoy; the cool breeze, the stars, the moon and hmmm... the special someone? (Hehe... hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a vacation right? After all, it's Christmas, but since it's kind of hard to gather the family or the friends together, might as well improvise as soon as possible. I already made my first move (in secret). Every other night, I would go on top of our roof and I would sit there and I would just enjoy the breeze and the stars. It's good - trust me! Though my only problem is the possibility of an injury or worst... DEATH (BAD - *pouts*). But hey, I'm not a clumsy person and yes, I am still on my guard. I never think of positive things when it comes to bad, life determining and death defying acts - NO SIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, like I said, Christmas is rapidly closing in. I would just like to wish all of you a Happy Merry Christmas to you and especially, to your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-895673866041669029?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/895673866041669029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=895673866041669029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/895673866041669029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/895673866041669029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/10/open-view.html' title='Stars + Moon = Gratification'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-216013521356948543</id><published>2009-09-17T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:24:34.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death comes closing in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In 2 days time, I will get my report card for the first trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... even though I felt that I did well last trim, I still feel like that there's something missing. I don't know what it is but there is really something. Well anyways, whatever my grades will be, I will learn from them... NO DOUBT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by any chance, do you guys have an extra room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-216013521356948543?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/216013521356948543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=216013521356948543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/216013521356948543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/216013521356948543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-comes-closing-in.html' title='Death comes closing in...'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-7807789680463614274</id><published>2009-09-15T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T04:55:06.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa's Blood Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Diamonds are like any other stones out there but with a bit of twist. These are considered to be one of the most best-selling and buying stones (legally and illegally) all over the world. You see, these are not just regular stones. Diamonds are stones that will never break in any natural disaster. Yes! You are right. Diamonds are the hardest stones in the world. It's even harder than a T-Rex's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. "Africa's Blood Diamonds" is a documentary covered by National Geographic. It's point was to let the people know how important and how interesting these stones are. In Africa, diamond is like a ferrari to them. What do I mean by that? It's simple really. When we talk about fancy cars, ferrari is the first car that would pop up in our minds. It's so popular that most of the people in the world would do anything to afford it. This is like the thing that most of the Africans think when they talk about diamonds. They want it so badly that they would do anything to get the stones in their hands. A war actually occured just to find these precious stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, Africans are still on the hunt to find these stones. It's become an obsession to the country that they chose this as their primary living. I myself won't interfere in their doing. It's their "way of life" so I respect that but at least the people there should know that there are hundreds of jobs out there waiting for them rather than going underwater or digging lots of Earth just to find a small stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, diamonds are merely just stones in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;- Life isn't about the knowledge you've gathered in the past, but&lt;br /&gt;how you've used that knowledge that has placed you in a better future, which is today &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Justin Duque (Own QUOTE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9047288283770826542-7807789680463614274?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/7807789680463614274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=7807789680463614274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7807789680463614274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7807789680463614274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/09/africas-blood-diamonds.html' title='Africa&apos;s Blood Diamonds'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8039894648557098005</id><published>2009-09-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:23:46.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noynoy's Candidacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Benigno Simeon "Noynoy" Cojuangco Aquino III was born on the 8th of February of 1960 and the only son of former President Corazon Aquino and Senator Ninoy Aquino. He studied in Ateneo and graduated in 1981 with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, Senator Noynoy shocked the country by announcing his candidacy for the Presidency next 2010 elections. I personally, am not satisfied with his decision. Why? 1.) He's not good. 2.) He's not good and 3.) The so called Cory "Magic". I mean seriously, look at him. Noynoy became popular just because of his mother's death. Was he asked or did he even have plans on joining the elections from the passed years? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure his mother was the former President of the country, but that does not give him the intention to rule. He said that he wanted to "accomplish" his mother's goal? man, screw those things. Former Pres. Cory Aquino has accomplished her goals. She has proved that her life was a success. She didn't even regret of challenging former Pres. Ferdinand Marcos for the Presidency. She did it because she knew that it was going to benefit not just for her, but for the country as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2010 elections will be the real deal compared to the passed ones. This is the time wherein every single thing is set. The time wherein everyone is hoping, praying, counting on, having faith, expecting and looking forward for the country to reach its very peak. In other words, the next person who will sit in that chair will carry everything in his/her shoulders. He/She should be able to carry and execute this fatiguing task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to Noynoy. He's made his decision, so yeah, I'm good with that. I can't change it, his family can't change it, and the whole country can't change it. If he ever wins (I doubt it), good luck to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Restoring a state is not by the use of magic, but by faith and responsibility of one's own mind, body, heart and soul." - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Justin Duque (Own Quote)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9047288283770826542-8039894648557098005?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8039894648557098005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8039894648557098005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8039894648557098005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8039894648557098005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/09/noynoys-candidacy-for-presidency.html' title='Noynoy&apos;s Candidacy'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-6817343873858686611</id><published>2009-09-14T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:33:08.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've mentioned to you guys before about our batch being the best of the best in our school right? Well, it's still is... no doubt. I won't take it back for any other reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at this very moment, our class is sucking badly. Some of the people in our class won't even talk to each other. I mean seriously... it's like groups are forming in the class. We have this group who supports this one friend and another group who supports the other. It sucks! It really does. Imagine being a Junior and your class is acting like some little 9 year old kids. "Bati" and "Hindi Bati" are the words that little kids use whenever they're in a fight and sadly, even up to now. The difference though is our class compared to theirs. Not only that, this is just the start of the 2nd trimester and everything seems like it's already falling apart. Hopefully, the class would get along next year :]. That would be good and I mean really gooooood :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I would even wish of being a bridge to make both parties walk from different sides and would meet as one in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-6817343873858686611?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/6817343873858686611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=6817343873858686611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6817343873858686611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6817343873858686611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-6942603103483485539</id><published>2009-09-14T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:19:19.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me, why is it that parents think they're better than their child (I know they are but there are some circumstances that they just can't accept the fact that their kid knows it better)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they want you to respect them every single day even after you two get in a fight. If they ask you a question, and you answer them, they would get mad at you by answering their question. Like... what the hell? He/she asked, am I not allowed to answer it? Sure I know it's "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but for the love of GOD, their kid is the right one. Hell they don't even know what's happening to their kid in school or out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the point that I'm trying to point out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone has the right to stand up for their self. That my friend is the funniest thing about parents. They act as if they know everything and they've experienced everything in their past life? Well they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NOT. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/9047288283770826542-6942603103483485539?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/6942603103483485539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=6942603103483485539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6942603103483485539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6942603103483485539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/09/parents.html' title='Parents...'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-157227230870187728</id><published>2009-08-27T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:52:10.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the good old days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was browsing my old baby pics earlier for a project in our Values Education.  So yeah... I was browsing, browsing, browsing... until finally, I recognized that my old pictures were just a shadow of me of what I was before. Not myself, but the environment during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze of the air before was cleaner and fresher than what we are experiencing now. Before, people knew each other really well. Our house before was kinda... &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt; It was just a clear and a clean house before with no problems at all. Just a small family who lived in a simple and yet an awesome house. Everything was just... perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, I really am missing the good old days. Seeing my baby pictures once again reminded me of who I really was before and how the world revolved around me during the late 1990's. Sucks though... the memories will just stay in my mind until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-157227230870187728?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/157227230870187728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=157227230870187728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/157227230870187728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/157227230870187728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-good-old-days.html' title='Missing the good old days'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-6067317264559047521</id><published>2009-08-23T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:39:30.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tattooed mistakes are gonna fade over time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Was searching youtube for some songs of Bowling for Soup (BHS). So yeah.... searching, searching, searching, then... POOF! This song came up: "When we die" by BHS. What I did was (what normally people do) I listened to the song. At first, I didn't get the message. Then, I played it for the second time and I realized what the real message was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I relate to it? Yes, but it hurts. This is like... the first song I've ever heard that can really relate to everyone's life. The song has a point unlike the other songs out there... pfft! Romance? Nah, I'll pass. Seriously guys, check it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7kjFQysE7Q"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to put translate this song into a quote... here it is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Present your family and friends with their eulogies now - they won't be able to hear how much you love them and appreciate them from inside the coffin. - NOT MINE"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-6067317264559047521?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/6067317264559047521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=6067317264559047521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6067317264559047521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6067317264559047521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/08/tattooed-mistakes-are-gonna-fade-over.html' title='The tattooed mistakes are gonna fade over time...'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-2152371362376991562</id><published>2009-08-21T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T04:04:33.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>US? If so... when?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well... in one of my previous blogs, I told you guys about the crucial time when I went to the Department of Foreign Affairs (DFA) to get my passport. Months have passed and my mom has not told me plans about going to the states. In fact, she hasn't told me anything at all. Seriously, why would you even get a passport if you have no plans on using it. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, I'd always ask her about the exact date and year. She would just give me a smile as her answer. One time, I asked her for the year. She told me that we will leave the country in 2012... which is 3 years from now. Heck! I can't even wait for that year. We still have no idea on what would happen between the years of waiting. As of now, I am thinking of the possible factors that might stop us from traveling to the states. One major factor would be the election that will take place next year on the 5th month. To be honest, I really am afraid on who will be our next President. Even though our current one sucks, she's still the ideal one to sit in the position rather than the next people to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second factor would be leaving my Grandmother (father side), thus she's the last one I have left. She's still a strong and yet a very caring lady. My Grandmother is at her seventies and she's still in fine feather. If we head out to the states, then suddenly we receive a note that she's passed away, it will give us a hard time to head back to the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just 2 of the factors I am thinking of right now. Either way, it's still early to decide. We still don't have the money for the tickets. Hehehe. Oh well, back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-2152371362376991562?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/2152371362376991562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=2152371362376991562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2152371362376991562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2152371362376991562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/08/us-if-so-when.html' title='US? If so... when?'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-2204997876586957302</id><published>2009-08-14T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:07:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger.. Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, 2 of my friends came to me and told me that this "special" friend of ours cried. He got scared at me shouting for he only knew that I shouted for I only wanted him to just calm down. I have no idea why this was the first time he didn't oppose me. He just silently sat in his chair unlike the other years, if I'd shout at him, he would still oppose me. He would defend himself that one of my batch mates teased him. Then.. we would still have an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo... after 15 minutes (with less people still talking to me), my close friend told me to go the library to just chill. He told me that everyone was really startled and he was the only guy in the class room who was laughing cause I made my friend cry. So yeah, we were just there, talking about the whole situation. We also joked about if we were to shout at each other, no one would even dare stop our fight. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking, a friend of mine went up the library to talk to us. I asked him if he really wanted to ask me earlier if I was okay. He said, yes but he can't do it. Then, Renzo who was one of my closest friends came up as well to check us. Rem, (who was the first guy to come up) told us that Renzo hid behind the table of our teacher. We all laughed (especially me) for this was the first time, Renzo saw like half of my anger. He also told us that he told Rem to go and ask me if I were okay. But sadly, he didn't even do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was kind of weakened by my shout. My heart was pumping like never before. My body was shaking and my throat was really sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think of me as one of the guys who 'blows one's own horn'. No sir. I did it for I wanted to calm him. If I approached him with a normal voice telling him to sit down, he would still argue with me, thus if this thing gets to our teacher, our batch will even be in more stress. I don't use my anger for no reason at all. I use it when I have a good reason to release it. I have a point, unlike the others who get mad for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-2204997876586957302?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/2204997876586957302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=2204997876586957302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2204997876586957302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2204997876586957302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/08/anger-part-2.html' title='Anger.. Part 2'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8352976593071178590</id><published>2009-08-14T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:02:51.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Anger is an emotional state that may range from minor irritation to intense rage." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all have it whether we like&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it or not. Anger is like your inner self waiting for a trigger. A trigger wherein if done fortuitously, that inner self of yours will burst out like a volcano in a limited amount of time. "Limited" by the sense of no warning at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in our school, we have a batch mate who's "special". He doesn't like to be teased or else he would act abnormally. He would shout at the person or worse. Girl or not, that doesn't mean anything to him. He punches or shouts at the person whether it is a girl or a guy. He can't really control his anger that's why it's our duty to calm him with no physical contact but just, by words. Happily, he listens to us although there are some points, wherein you really have to give all you have to just calm him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back on topic. One of my batch mates yesterday was talking to him about something. So yeah, it was 4 in the afternoon, our teacher was out of the class room fixing some things for the upcoming week which is really a stress to all of us. The whole school was on practice for a dance that will happen next week. Since our teacher was out of the room, we were just there, chilling and talking to each other. We had our own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, a screech let out from our batch mate. 2 of my friends were there to calm him down. He did, although just for a second. I told my friend next to me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don't you dare make me shout"&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah, we were chilling once again and then, he got irritated again. He bit his teeth and let out another screech that was really irritating. I looked back to check the situation and seeing him got me really irritated. I let out a shout in where the whole class became silent. A shout wherein it echoed the whole room. Everyone became silent, all their eyes were on to me as I approached this "special" friend of ours (still shouting). I told him to go back to his seat while my batch mates were still listening quietly and yet startled. So... he went back to his seat and I told him about his attitude (still shouting) cause we're juniors (high school). He was just there, almost crying as he listened to me. It's a good thing that he didn't oppose me as I was talking, cause if it were to happen, I really have no idea what would happen to him. My last words were &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"Think about what you're doing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I said that, I went back to my seat and still, the whole class was still quiet. My friend in front of me asked if I was really serious about the shout and I said yes. After that, everyone came back to their own senses and continued their business, yet they were still startled. Funny, no one talked to me after that situation except for one of my closest friend who's not afraid of me. Why? We both have the same attitude when it comes to behavior. He would also shout than use physical contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9047288283770826542-8352976593071178590?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8352976593071178590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8352976593071178590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8352976593071178590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8352976593071178590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/08/anger.html' title='Anger...'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-7555468628400259343</id><published>2009-07-25T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:33:53.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never be anything till I break away from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ever felt or tried of asking yourself what's your purpose here in this world of ours? What were you ever born to do? What was your goal? Or... why were you even born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, all that mattered to me was getting everything in this world. I never thought of anyone whom I've never met before. I never cared who was born on that day, who's sick, who's about to die and so many more. I just cared for the objects (yes objects) that mattered to me. But as I grew and my mind evolving (and still is) every second, I started to become curious about the extraordinary things in life. Questions surrounded me everyday, trying to find that right answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;From childish questions to matured ones like for an instance,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "How did God, become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Although up to now, I still can't find that answer to that odd question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the question that runs into my mind, is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What is my purpose here in this world?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;I want to find the answer to that question right there. Are we like heroes who gave their lives to save someone else's?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every single thing happens for a reason, we were born for a reason but we still don't have the answer to that yet. We're still waiting for that right moment and that right day. Sometimes I'd think about "breaking away" from myself to find my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-7555468628400259343?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/7555468628400259343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=7555468628400259343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7555468628400259343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7555468628400259343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-will-never-be-anything-till-i-break.html' title='I will never be anything till I break away from me'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-41016756381853014</id><published>2009-07-10T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:05:56.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people come and go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1 question, 1 answer, 1 meaning and 1 experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally... a normal life would be to experience the beauty of the surroundings around you; hanging&lt;br /&gt;around with your buddies, growing up with your batch mates and pretty much everything. That's a normal life a person would have to do, and to accomplish. Although... when that person leaves, every single thing starts to change. The experience of that person and you goes beyond the normal point. It becomes unlimited and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a friend of yours leaving for another country, what would your reaction be? Surely, you'd feel a little down for a day or 2. It also depends on how you are close to that person. If you're the best friend, it might take more than 3 days to accept that he/she is gone. It's just... hard to accept someone going. Tell me, why do people come and go? Everything happens for a reason, is that the answer? Probably. It's always been that, but the problem is... no one knows what that reason is. Are there any benefits that we can get from the leaving of a relative or a friend? None right? It's just life. I interpret life as of a garbage can. From beginning to middle, all you can see are problems, conflicts, hindrance and so many more. But once you get to the top, the view is very magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that almost everyone from all over the world has experienced this situation. A friend leaves and everything starts to become normal from the outside but not from the inside. You love them as a friend. That's the special bond that holds both of you together in 1 single place, no matter how far and no matter where, which is your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-41016756381853014?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/41016756381853014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=41016756381853014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/41016756381853014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/41016756381853014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-people-come-and-go.html' title='Why do people come and go?'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-1610965981752907115</id><published>2009-05-13T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:14:46.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yup... All I can say is LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended with no problems. Everything went smooth; every problem got solved; every single requirements were passed and the graduation was also good. You see... this is not the reason why I'm posting this. It's because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day we went back to school *which is last year*, me and my batch mates had problems with our classmate. We can't blame him tho... cause he's "special". Altho... he can be pretty bit annoying. He'll complain about this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer... everything started with 1 post in multiply. One post that made summer very EPIC over the internet. The post was all about the class pics for the year. Then a friend of mine.. placed a comment and told him that all the pictures were stolen and he didn't ask permission. He got mad and posted a reply. Now.. the whole class saw the post and placed comments that were not even related to the subject. The post has 63 replies and some were deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny you know. Started the school year with fights... and ending the summer with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-1610965981752907115?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/1610965981752907115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=1610965981752907115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1610965981752907115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1610965981752907115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-6400413740936089342</id><published>2009-04-16T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:22:15.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY KID'S WORST NIGHTMARE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------- BOREDOM *DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like.... 1/4 of summer and it's starting to suck already. Basically, I or we have nothing to do. It literally sucks crap. You do 'this n that' every single &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt; day. Hell! I can't even post up a blog *cough* this 1 *cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-6400413740936089342?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/6400413740936089342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=6400413740936089342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6400413740936089342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6400413740936089342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-3707802691402377634</id><published>2009-03-09T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:09:15.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yep! The title speaks for it. After months of agony and late night sleeps, the school year comes to an&lt;br /&gt;end *almost actually*. No more sleepless nights; no more homeworks; no more seatworks and best of all, no more teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely... yes. I will miss these things since I have nothing to do this summer. The laughs in the class, the craziness and all of the random things we normally do are now gone. It seems like it was just yesterday when our first class started. Introduction from our TIC *who by the way is cool* telling about himself about *part* his personality and how he looks at his students at a different manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guys are done being 2nd year students. Time to take another step forward as we get closer to reaching our dreams. Who knows, probably someone from our batch might be the best soccer player in the country or even the President of the country. As of now, study is our first priority. The dreams will come in a little later. For hard work pays off =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-3707802691402377634?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/3707802691402377634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=3707802691402377634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3707802691402377634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3707802691402377634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/03/done-already.html' title='Done already?'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-7079410186611000333</id><published>2009-02-14T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:07:20.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is just too damn boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Still as a kid, I can conclude that after I reach the age of 20 *in which it won't take long*, life would be too damn boring. In a day, I sit here for like 7 hours just to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to do here in the house. Reviewing is fun when you have friends over. Have some laughs, watch the tv and other things that you could think of after reviewing for the tests. Or bike in the neighborhood, but it's just too damn BORING. It's just like all of the things I would like to do in my life are already accomplished. I've been there and done that. Nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far... YES! Planning to take things a little slower this time. If I take things fast, the outcome will be the same. Boredom interferes with my doings, allowing me to stop. Not that I won't learn the job fast but as much as possible, I'm gonna try to at least cut off with my doings every once and awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my strategy would work in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-7079410186611000333?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/7079410186611000333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=7079410186611000333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7079410186611000333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7079410186611000333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-just-too-damn-boring.html' title='Life is just too damn boring'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-2011215667927211385</id><published>2009-02-11T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:07:35.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No idea on what the hell happened to me. But this passed few days, I've always been high. Particularly at night. Trust me, I have no idea or whatsoever. It's just clearly random. I use caps locks in chats in almost everything as long as you can talk on that game or something. I talk in english to almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SEE!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird! It's either I ate something or maybe something else that can cause me to get high all the time. Or maybe you just can't get rid of the "highness" in you. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/9047288283770826542-2011215667927211385?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/2011215667927211385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=2011215667927211385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2011215667927211385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2011215667927211385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/02/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-7085867000954205363</id><published>2009-02-08T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:43:50.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, well well! 6 days from now it will already be valentines =). Just want to ask a question... who is your valentine? Surely you'll have someone :D Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for the upcoming day. Want you guys to listen to this old but yet, it's still a magnificent song. Yep yep :D A cool song. Perfect for valentines. Why? Cause the name itself has the word "valentine" in it. All of you guys *no doubt*, have heard this song: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Valentine by Jim Brickman" &lt;/span&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iXas6Svnkk"&gt;check &lt;/a&gt;this thing out :D It's really a cool song. A song you would not want to miss! It talks from the heart my friends :D Truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I'm bored that's why I made this random blog. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iXas6Svnkk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-7085867000954205363?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/7085867000954205363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=7085867000954205363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7085867000954205363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7085867000954205363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-6069410137695716996</id><published>2009-02-04T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:07:58.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ha! Forgive the anomalous title of the blog for I am a lil high today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because that our batch in the school has got to be the best batch ever! Combined with its craziness and how we guys run our minds, make us unite. Sure that some of us don't get along together - but still we have fun. I guess its our "trip" which makes us unique. We write things in the board or draw random things. Hehe! One of the best or probably the BEST batch I've even been with. Friends for like... 9 years; some 5 and others 2-3 years already and still, no one left. Now I call that loyal :-) A batch I would not ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya feel me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad though. Two years from now, all of us will part our own ways. As much as possible we should make the time a lil more useful. College is just 2 steps away *In which it won't take long*. Wherever time may put their lives, may God be with them. Always guide them whatever they do, wherever they go and lots of things. This batch could never be replaced by anything. It stays as 1 group and as 1 clan. Good Luck to all of you! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever had a batch like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-6069410137695716996?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/6069410137695716996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=6069410137695716996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6069410137695716996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6069410137695716996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo.html' title='Yo!!!'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8444756879483074902</id><published>2009-01-18T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:34:08.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just want to take this time out to share to you guys how great my Grandmother was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is her story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born at the 9th of May in Daet, Bicol. My Grandmother was to set foot here on Earth. She was the 3rd or the 4th one in the family. She had 4 sisters and 1 brother. Life before was hard cause the country was under the Spanish colony. Which means that they were poor before but no matter what she faced when she a was a little kid, she faced it with courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some years, she married a man she loved with all her heart and gave birth to 4 beautiful girls and 2 handsome boys. My mom which was the oldest then my uncle which was the youngest. After years through suffering, she successfully took care of my mom, my aunties and my uncles. Each and everyone of them finished college with such good grades. Others didn't have good scores but still, they managed to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, my grandfather died somewhere in 2000 or 2001. All of us went to the province along with Nanay (grandmother) to see my Lolo's corpse. He was a handsome man and also a cool one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4 years later, my Uncle died which was the husband of my Aunt. My grandmother told my uncle when he was about to get burried "O, paano ba yan Tucker. Tapos na yung paghihirap mo. Nasa masaya ka nang lugar. Pahinga ka na." That was one of the depressing things that happened to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2004, we the family treasured our moments with Nanay with tender, loving and care. She was really strong at those years. She can shout, walk alone and she still has the ability to do almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 1 day, she was raced to the Hospital cause she felt something very painful. Not knowing what it was, she still faced it with courage. Kidney failure was the cause that's why my aunt and my uncle came home. They knew very well that Nanay wasn't going to live much longer in this world of cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month or 2, Nanay was still able to cherish her life with us during the New Year. Too bad that she was just on her bed in the house sleeping almost all day. Nevertheless, she was happy at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week or 2, she was confined to the hospital again. Now, this time, I already knew that her system will shutdown in just a matter of days. That's why, I blamed myself for all of the things I haven't done. Whenever she wants to see me, I'm always not there. She frequently asks my mother where am I or whatever I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jan. 15 at 12:58 noon, she passed away in the hospital bed. I still managed to see her the day before. She was catching her breath very slow that night. She can't barely move but she can still hear. All of us whispered in her ear everything we wanted to say. Others told her how much she loved her and thanked her for everything she did for them. And I did the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were my words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nay, maraming salamat po sa mga ginawa niyo ho sa akin. Patawad na rin po sa mga pagkukulang kong ginawa at patawad na rin kung nasakatan ko kayo dati. Pero po, pahinga na po kayo. Masyado na po kayong naghihirap. Salamat po uli"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were my last words to her before she passed away. Up to now, I still thank her for everything. She's in a happy place now along with her family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R. I. P.&lt;br /&gt;PERSEVERANDA G. FLORES&lt;br /&gt;May 9, 1923 - Jan 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/9047288283770826542-8444756879483074902?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8444756879483074902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8444756879483074902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8444756879483074902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8444756879483074902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-for-everything.html' title='Thanks for Everything'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8271121644052589582</id><published>2008-12-21T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:38:13.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday, a couple of my friends and I celebrated cause Christmas vacation has started and yes, christmas was all around. The guys decided to go for a ride (bike) to start the christmas vacation with a bang. We went to Maia Alta just to recover all of our memories from the past few years. Shouting on top of the hill saying your crush's name and all other sorts of weird things. Anyways, that's not the point why I'm telling you guys this. It all started when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when a friend of mine stared at one single thing (I don't know what the hell was it), then suddenly, his bike waggled allowing him to fall. I told the others that he fell cause he was at the very back and I was just in front of him. After that, my friends rushed to him asking him if he was okay. And he said yeah. Gladly, he only had cuts in his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to him, another friend of mine sat in his saddle of the bike (the bike was sideways). He thought that he was already close to the saddle until, he fell. That's 2 down and 3 to go. We were laughing cause both of them had bad luck. I finally told the others "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who do you think will be next?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, we waited for that moment on who will be the next victim. We knew for sure that it won't take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were biking, a friend of ours got his chain stuck in one of the spokes. We immediately helped him and when he tested it, his chain got stuck again. So yeah, that was the 3rd one and only two more to go. Now, while I was biking, I saw that my bag was open and not closed. I immediately checked it and without doubt, I already knew my wallet was gone. I was picked in my bag when we were in the canteen that we ate. It's a good thing that my wallet only had 30 pesos. Not meaning to say that I'm rich or anything but at least I'm lucky. So that's four down and one to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing the story, we guys were still going on after all of the bad lucks that occurred to us. Then, our friend got the bad luck as well. The pedal of his bike for no reason went out. And yes it sucked like hell. At least, we had a wrench with us making the day a little bit lucky. Hehe, the set was completed. All of us had bad luck but nevertheless, we had fun in our journey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always think positive and not negative even after all of the things that happened to you cause it was already finish. Just laugh about the whole thing and everything else will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-8271121644052589582?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8271121644052589582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8271121644052589582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8271121644052589582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8271121644052589582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/12/chain-reaction.html' title='Chain Reaction'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8888874945046848857</id><published>2008-12-13T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:32:56.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're not the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Experienced yourself having a crush on someone but that person does not even like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my friend is going through right now. He has a crush on one of my classmates since the first day of class. We thought that he was just bluffing about the crush and everything until one day, he told me his secret *Told me at around mid October*. Of course, I did not tell it to anyone cause he trusted me. They became friends of course but my classmate does not know that her friend has a crush on her. Nothing new actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, we went on a trip *as a class*. It was a requirement for one of our science subjects. Everything was well. The two were talking to each other like in class or outside the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip, that's where everything fell apart. They were not the same anymore. They ignored each other. It's almost like a week. I don't even know when the two are going to be friends again but I do hope that this won't take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-8888874945046848857?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8888874945046848857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8888874945046848857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8888874945046848857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8888874945046848857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-youre-not-one.html' title='If you&apos;re not the one'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-1479398983871161558</id><published>2008-11-27T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:26:48.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paalam sa isang kaibigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Note: I will speak in my own language (for now) to express myself easily. If there are any people out there who read my blog (Lemme guess, no one reads my blog.... LOL), do forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gusto ko lang talaga tapusin itong ginagawa kong ito ay kahit papaano ay maintindihan niyo rin ang nararamdamn ko. Siguro naman meron na kayong taong malapit sa buhay niyo na wala na sa mundong ito. Sigurado rin ako na kung sino man lang siya ay isa na siyang masayahing tao ngayon. Sa lahat ng pinagdaanan niya sa buhay, mga paghihirap ay nawala na. Kahit wala na siya sa mundo, ang ating pag-iisip sa kanya ay hinding-hindi mamamatay. Lagi siyang nasa isip natin at sa ating puso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan ang nararamdamn ko ngayon. Subalit, bukas na lang ang mga natitira niyang araw sa mundo. Siya ngayon ay nasa ICU sa Medical City. Nakausap ko siya kahapon at siya daw ay inip na inip na. Gusto na niyang umalis sa mundong ito. Ang tanging hiling na lang niya ay makita ang dalawa niyang anak na nasa Amerika at isang anak na nasa Paris. Matapos niyang makita sila, ipipikit na lang daw niya ang kanyang mga mata at siya na rin ay isa sa mga taong magiging masaya. Nagbilin na siya sa aming lahat lalo na sa isa niyang tinutukoy na anak na isa sa mga kasamahan sa bahay ng aking pinsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karamihan sa amin ay umiyak noong binisita namin siya sa ICU. Nagkaroon ng tawanan kaya, maayos-ayos naman. Maske siya ay nagpatawa rin. Noong paglapit ng tatay ko, sinabi niya "O sige anak, umalis ka na" lol. Magsisimula pa lang siyang magsalita noong sinabi niya yon. Syempre, ako rin ay natawa kahit papaano pero huli na ang lahat. Hindi ko lang alam kung kahapon na nga ba yung huli kong pakikipag usap sa kanya at hindi ko rin alam kung bukas pa nga ba ay makakapunta pa ako sa ospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya Nanay, kung saan ka man mapupunta, maging masaya ka ha. Kahit papaano ay wag na wag mo kaming kalimutan dahil, hinding hindi ka namin kakalimutan. Isa pa po Nay, ako una niyong bisitahin. Gusto ko pa kayo makita kahit papaano man lang. Makita ko lang na masaya ka, magiging masaya na rin ako. Ayon lang po ha. Tiis na lang Nanay, at makikita mo na rin ang kasayahan na hinihintay mo. Sige po Lola, paalam na po :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-1479398983871161558?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/1479398983871161558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=1479398983871161558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1479398983871161558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1479398983871161558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/11/paalam-sa-isang-kaibigan.html' title='Paalam sa isang kaibigan'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-7256023715830618151</id><published>2008-11-19T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:37:15.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm officially back to the same old hobby again. When summer came, the first site that I would go to was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;. And whenever I was in the site, I would check out videos from random people who want to show their talent to the whole world. You can't deny it, but all of them are outstanding people. They really have passion for their calling. And that's what I call "Talent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not here to talk about talents, but I'm here to talk about to my old hobby and that is to comment on videos in youtube. I'm not the kind of person in where, whenever the video is bad, I would tell them "WOW! What a cool video.... NOT!!!" I am not that kind of person. Whenever a video in where it has a bad quality or the video is just plain NOTHING. I will close it and I will try to look for a new one. I don't tell them "Piece of crap VIDEO! Delete this if I were you" I just leave it as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if you guys want others to check your profile, don't comment on their videos in where you guys won't say anything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple tip and trust me, you'll gain subscribers whenever your good to others thus (whenever you have a video) your video/s will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-7256023715830618151?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/7256023715830618151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=7256023715830618151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7256023715830618151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7256023715830618151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-7630644786223942927</id><published>2008-11-06T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:01:12.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Awhile ago, we and the others talked about College. We talked about on how it was going to be and on how the others will act as a matured teenager. After our graduation, we guys will go our separate ways. Some of us will probably study in the US and others will study in great universities located here in the country. It's really sad you know. Classmates since pre-school (some) and leaving in 4th year. Everything in the school will surely be missed but the memories will never die. Of course, I will never forget my classmates and I will NEVER change my attitude whenever I will meet them in some places in where my future friends are with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing my whole attitude in something new will never happen. My batch mates are not just my friends, I also consider them as my family. We've helped each other for almost 8 years and they've also helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, I will miss them after high school. I don't have a lot of time that's why I have to act now before all of us part our ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wherever you guys will go, don't forget all of the things we've done as a class during the previous years we've all been into. May all of you be comfortable in the place you want to go. Peace All :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-7630644786223942927?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/7630644786223942927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=7630644786223942927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7630644786223942927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7630644786223942927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-after-high-school.html' title='Life After High School'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-7000376079998455405</id><published>2008-10-09T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:01:46.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a 2nd yr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  As time passed by, I've been through a lot of times either good or bad as a second year student but&lt;br /&gt;not like this in my life. Imagine that you have five assignments to do and the worst thing is that there is a project. Ever had that nice experience before? Well, this is the situation that I'm going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when one of our teachers told us to accomplish this "one of a kind" project. After the statement, we all relaxed for the week (rest). What we did not know is that the following week ahead of us was going to be a major disaster. Our teachers gave us assignments to work on. Everything was going smooth until everything came crashing down. Some of our teachers gave us these things a few hours ago and the bad thing was that all of those assignments were to be submitted tomorrow. If you're going to ask me if it's hard, I'm telling you, I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just plain hard. It holds us mysteries in which it will be revealed when the right time is set. But of course, that's life. Sometimes you really just have to play it's own game in order to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-7000376079998455405?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/7000376079998455405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=7000376079998455405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7000376079998455405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7000376079998455405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-as-2nd-yr.html' title='Life as a 2nd yr'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-7752201707219965063</id><published>2008-10-02T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:22:48.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How important friends are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ever thought of something that you’ve always loved the most ever since you were a kid? A good example would be a car. The secret is that you need to work hard in order for your dream to come true. This requires a lot of money that’s why you have to find the right path for you to walk down the road in order to get the car. But, have you thought of someone you can’t live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  I am not just pertaining to the woman/man you will marry in the future but what I am talking about is your friends. They don’t require money but in order to get a friend, you should be one as well. Friends are the people who help us each and everyday either we’re happy or not. Are friends not  more important than cars, jewelry, MONEY, computers and any other materials out there? If you disagree with me, then no doubt, you have no friends and you’re not even one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  But if you do have a heart, then you value your friends as your family, a treasure in which you don’t want to lose. Before everything ends, find a friend as fast as you can but of course, be one as well. Once you know it, you’ll have a friend that will guide you through your life whatever problems that might occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;“A friend is someone who walks in, when everyone has walked out”&lt;/span&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/9047288283770826542-7752201707219965063?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/7752201707219965063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=7752201707219965063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7752201707219965063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7752201707219965063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-important-friends-are_1616.html' title='How important friends are'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-3824237112128129389</id><published>2008-09-22T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:22:00.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever thought of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Have you ever thought of a day without something to eat? Have you ever thought of a lifetime without no one to take care of you? These are the questions that enter my head each and everyday of my life (and as far as I’m concerned, you guys are also thinking of these questions). As you guys can see, whatever God has given us, we must appreciate it whether we like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Poverty is an example. I feel very grateful for what I have today even with the problems that interfere in my life. Problems are simple things in which it waits for an answer. But when it comes to “Poverty,” this is something that all of us should take in a serious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Photographer “Kevin Carter” took a picture of a child crawling to the UN food camp. The boy was malnourished and the food camp was a kilometer away. As the kid was crawling, a vulture was waiting for the child to die. Ever since then, no one knew what happened to the child next. Three months later, Kevin Carter committed suicide due to depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As I’ve looked at the pictures that were shown to us, I felt a strange feeling in which I was about to go crazy. Several thoughts went inside my head. It made me realize how simple my complaints were in my life. Eating was never an option for them. Whatever food they may encounter, they eat it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We guys are really lucky for having our parents who can take care of us and providing us what we need. Now, clear your thoughts about the bad things that happened to your life and learn to care more for others unlike your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Just a humble request, PLEASE don’t waste food and do pass it on to as many friends as you can and may this note change your state of mind.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-3824237112128129389?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/3824237112128129389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=3824237112128129389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3824237112128129389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3824237112128129389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/09/ever-thought-of.html' title='Ever thought of...'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-2917300095646221125</id><published>2008-09-17T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:08.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vista Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last summer, I noticed that I had a fond for computers. I tried to memorize some of the parts, make&lt;br /&gt;some virus pranks and try as much as possible to go with the flow (time). When I went to my friend's&lt;br /&gt;house, he told me that he wanted his xp to have a "vista-ish" look. He taught me how to do it and I must say that he did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, my xp looks like vista (except for the icons... huhuhu). My cursor and my theme. I'm really having a blast with this "baby" on this computer. The vista look here on my desktop is a little bit ok unlike the other vista themes. Others have transparent themes in which it adds more popularity to the computer itself. Anyways, I'm planning to get that transparent theme some day in this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU GUYS JUST WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-2917300095646221125?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/2917300095646221125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=2917300095646221125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2917300095646221125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2917300095646221125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/09/vista-look.html' title='Vista Look'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-6521420229650211143</id><published>2008-08-28T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:52:49.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Center of everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Obviously, it is really hard to be the leader of a group. At first, you'll think that everything will turn out&lt;br /&gt;ok but next second, you'll eventually notice that everything will all fall apart. That is my life I am in as of this moment and so as for the others (you guys know who you are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a leader is a challenge that everyone will pass through. The leader does not mean that everything will be passed through your teammates and just watch them bleed to death. A leader should also respect others doings. In other words, everything should be equal. Of course, all of us are humans. We should always help one another by not talking nor commanding the members but to also do their work. Ever heard of the saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A group is as good as its leaders" &lt;/span&gt;This is really true but in my case, I'm the only one who's doing most of the job (at least I have a friend by my side to help).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will happen if I just brag and brag about this all day long. I got myself into this (well, sorta), then I will get myself out by making the time pass. Well, this is life, I might as well live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the leaders out there of any group or any clans etc who are absolutely doing a perfect job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SALUDO AKO SA INYO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-6521420229650211143?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/6521420229650211143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=6521420229650211143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6521420229650211143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6521420229650211143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/08/center-of-everything.html' title='Center of everything'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-2096605010027097362</id><published>2008-08-26T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:43:45.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cast a shadow for tomorrow's dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Each and everyday, a problem is always just a step away. I'm also sure that no one has ever survived a day without him/her having a problem. When it comes to this point, mostly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;everyone looks for a thing to do in which it involves fun (funny things to be exact). When that person fails, he/she looks for a simple thing. Let's say...... "a baby's smile" or "a simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;action" from his/her friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Is that not enough to make that person smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;The point is, whenever we feel down, we should always be optimistic. We should always look forward and we should not look back because it's already the past. An old saying states: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't cast a shadow on tomorrow's dreams. &lt;/span&gt;In other words, leave the past and look forward to the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember, a smile is somewhere in the corner of our soul, just waiting for a trigger. Like I said, look forward and never look back ;)&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/9047288283770826542-2096605010027097362?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/2096605010027097362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=2096605010027097362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2096605010027097362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2096605010027097362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-cast-shadow-on-tomorrows-dreams.html' title='Don&apos;t cast a shadow for tomorrow&apos;s dreams'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-9043207880939696160</id><published>2008-08-12T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:08:44.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Trip (the continuation)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Early in the morning, I sensed that my cousin woke up early before his alarm (at about 10 mins. before) and so did I. He went outside of the room and he was talking out loud (yes, he is like that). When I went out the room and we talked about the brownout that happened at around 3 am. He told me that he can't sleep because of the brownout and I told him that I can't sleep because he's shouting inside the room. 5 minutes later, my aunt woke up and went out to talk with us, and then my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was 7 am, we decided to eat breakfast but we weren't complete because my other cousin was still asleep. He had a rough night because of my cousin shouting brownout over and over so they told me to wake him up. When I went inside the room, I saw him lying on the bed with his eyes open. He was already awake but he doesn't want to get up and when I told him that we will eat breakfast, he stood up immediately and went to the breakfast table. While eating, I took a glance to the left and what I saw were two billiard tables. The first table was open meaning it's the only one that's being used mostly while the second one was covered in a sheet. So what happened? of course, me and my cousins played billiards all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 2 pm, me and my cousins went to buy some fresh halo-halo. The funny thing about that store is that they sell some t-shirts and it says there "WARNING! For tourist/s only" ROFL, that really made me laugh. We went back to the cottage to finish our halo-halo. It was good, but there was just little milk in it but it was fine. At around 2:30, we decided to swim already. The water was a little cold. Big waves were coming in really fast unlike yesterday. At that time, it was low tide so we went a little farther to see the dead corals. While going to the deep I saw some live corals but the only problem was, the wave was too strong. The only solution was to go under to go to the deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was a blast and I wish we could do it again sometime with the whole family for more&lt;br /&gt;excitement. It was really a time to relax and to rest our minds. So if you guys plan to go on a vacation (I'm not forcing you), I do suggest you go here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-9043207880939696160?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/9043207880939696160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=9043207880939696160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/9043207880939696160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/9043207880939696160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/08/puerto-trip-continuation.html' title='Puerto Trip (the continuation)'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-9113855868377744005</id><published>2008-05-22T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:07:55.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Early in the morning, I sensed that my cousin woke up early before his alarm (at about 10 mins. before) and so did I. He went outside of the room and he was talking out loud (yes, he is like that). When I went out the room and we talked about the brownout that happened at around 3 am. He told me that he can't sleep because of the brownout and I told him that I can't sleep because he's shouting inside the room. 5 minutes later, my aunt woke up and went out to talk with us, and then my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was 7 am, we decided to eat breakfast but we weren't complete because my other cousin was still asleep. He had a rough night because of my cousin shouting brownout over and over so they told me to wake him up. When I went inside the room, I saw him lying on the bed with his eyes open. He was already awake but he doesn't want to get up and when I told him that we will eat breakfast, he stood up immediately and went to the breakfast table. While eating, I took a glance to the left and what I saw were two billiard tables. The first table was open meaning it's the only one that's being used mostly while the second one was covered in a sheet. So what happened? of course, me and my cousins played billiards all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 2 pm, me and my cousins went to buy some fresh halo-halo. The funny thing about that store is that they sell some t-shirts and it says there "WARNING! For tourist/s only" ROFL, that really made me laugh. We went back to the cottage to finish our halo-halo. It was good, but there was just little milk in it but it was fine. At around 2:30, we decided to swim already. The water was a little cold. Big waves were coming in really fast unlike yesterday. At that time, it was low tide so we went a little farther to see the dead corals. While going to the deep I saw some live corals but the only problem was, the wave was too strong. The only solution was to go under to go to the deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was a blast and I wish we could do it again sometime with the whole family for more&lt;br /&gt;excitement. It was really a time to relax and to rest our minds. So if you guys plan to go on a vacation (I'm not forcing you), I do suggest you go here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-9113855868377744005?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/9113855868377744005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=9113855868377744005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/9113855868377744005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/9113855868377744005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/05/puerto-trip_22.html' title='Puerto Trip'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-1111002932762496733</id><published>2008-05-04T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:02:16.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going to Puerto was really easy because we only took a bus going to Batangas pier. It took us 2 hours for us to go there (good thing there was no traffic). The good thing about the bus is we didn't actually wait for the bus to be full. At first, we were at around............8 or 10 then we got to fill the bus when we were moving. Now, the bad thing, inside the bus was so cold. Especially when I was next to the window. I just can't take the coldness. Then later my cousin said with a laugh, "Ahahahahahaha, nilalamig" then I said "Eh malamig eh, hindi ko talaga makaya!!." 3 minutes later, he saw my other cousin put up his feet up the chair then my cousin shouted with a laugh......AGAIN "Ahahahahaha, nilalamig rin, ahahahahah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the pier, it was hotter than ever. So we got in immediately to buy some tickets. When we were about to go in, the guard said that it was the ticket for the boat and not the right ticket for us to go inside. Then later, my aunt told us that she has a knife, a large knife. When the bags where checked in the x-ray thingy, the knife wasn't detected. It was because that it was covered in a cloth and it was placed in a tupperware. That was the good thing, now, the bad thing was, we were too early. The ship will leave at around 12 and we got there at 10:40. Also, inside, it's also hot and for crying out loud, we will wait for an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that me and my cousin found an air con. The air con was really cool but there was a big fan next beside it. So, half of my body was covered warm air and the other half was covered in cool air. It wasn't that bad to be there inside the building because my cousin didn't get bored and so do I. The 2 of us were walking around to check the place. So far, I know the place already because I went to Puerto before but in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was his first time inside there but 5 minutes later, he already knew the place already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When we were about to ride the ship, my mom talked to a girl because we didn't know where the&lt;br /&gt;boat is. So, the girl gladly helped us and she told us about herself. She said that she goes to that boat every week meaning, she knows the crew there very well. When we were on the boat, my cousin told my other cousin that he wants a picture. So my other cousin agreed but whenever he takes a picture of him, we can't see my cousin in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip wasn't that long, it was a 2 hour trip from the pier to Puerto. It was fun because the ship wasn't crowded with people. We had the chance to sleep outside (actually, I'm the only one who slept outside) but the problem is, it was very hot but that's summer. Anyway, my cousin talked to the girl. The two of them where getting along very well. My cousin didn't want to tell us the truth that she liked her. When I asked him, he said no. It was so hot that I wanted to get back inside the boat to sleep. When I got there, I checked every seat and I saw everyone lying down. It was an every seat for himself so I decided to sleep outside. At the time I woke up, we were near to Puerto already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Puerto, we stopped first at the market to buy some food. It didn't take long for them to buy fish. We only waited for 5 or 7 minutes. After that, we went to the resort. The beach was nice and the water was really calm. After some pics, we got in the beach immediately. It was getting deeper every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like the beach in Boracay where you can still go as long as you can still reach the ground. In Puerto, if you only take 10 steps, the next thing you know is that you're already under the water with the surface just inches of your head (it includes the tip toe). Luckily, there where rocks there for us to step on but the rocks where sharp. If you take a wrong step, there's a possibility that you might cut yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some minutes later, my mom and my aunt came in to join the fun. So, we were goofing around and my cousin saw a woman not knowing that the woman was already old. My cousin said, "Hoy, chicks, ang dami, ay mali, matanda na pala yung isa na yon, masyado ng makunat" Ahahahahaha, my aunt told her, "Hoy, nadinig ka!!!" and my cousin said "Ano pakielam ko, totoo naman eh!" So we were laughing all the way because of him. My aunt was laughing hard like she was going to have a heart attack. Then, we decided to eat dinner already. The food was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinigang na bangus&lt;/span&gt;. The food was good and it gave me a full stomach. After I ate, I decided to rest first in the cottage. Minutes later, I was already asleep but I can hear them talking outside. When I woke up, I thought it was already morning, at around 4 am but then, they said it was just 9. I was shocked that I only slept for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chit-chatting and everything was done, we decided to sleep but we decided to talk more. So my cousin turned the light off. my other cousin said "Kung sosolohin mo yang kamang yan, maglagay ka naman ng bag man lang dyan para walang tumabi sayo." So he quickly agreed. Then we started to talk more about ghosts. Then my cousin shouted out loud "IPIS!!!." Then he quickly got my cousin's slippers and killed the cockroach. After that, we decided to sleep already. Hours later, I woke up not because of the brownout but because of my cousin's shout saying "Brownout, Brownout, Brownout!!!" Then, from that time, I slept all the way until morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.........................&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-1111002932762496733?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/1111002932762496733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=1111002932762496733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1111002932762496733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1111002932762496733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/05/puerto-trip.html' title='Puerto trip'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-4355367087551278453</id><published>2008-04-30T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:11:33.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Awhile ago, me and my mom went to DFA to finish my form to get my passport. Meaning, I woke&lt;br /&gt;up at 5 am just for my passport even though I don't want to go. The good thing about this trip is we didn't actually sat with the others at the ground floor because my mom was working for the government hehehe and we didn't actually wait for a long time (actually, we did huhuhu....... but not that long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine a line that never ends, it was like that and I got a bit disappointed because they got delayed in the schedule. Our time was from 10-11, when the time was at 9:50, one of the employees&lt;br /&gt;said, "We will now be calling the people that were scheduled from 9-10". It's a good thing that I didn't got impatient because I'm not really the kind of person to hold my patience really well&lt;br /&gt;(now, you're getting to know more about me). When it was almost 11, they called out the people who were destined from the time of 10-11. After some names, we were finally called. It wasn't more like an interview, they're just asking if we bought the required items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The required items were a school ID, a baptismal form, the passport of your parent and their ID. When that was all over, my mom told me that next month, we will be applying VISA and told me that some time, we will live in the US but not next year. It's a good thing that this passport thingy was finished at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-4355367087551278453?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/4355367087551278453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=4355367087551278453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/4355367087551278453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/4355367087551278453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/04/finish-at-last.html' title='Finish at last'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-4780526633383988639</id><published>2008-04-16T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:50:26.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, this is for all of the guys and the girls out there. Taking the risk or in other words, telling him&lt;br /&gt;or her the truth that you have a crush on her. Possibilities are always 50-50. When you're going to tell him or her the truth, possibilities are your relationship might build up some confidence or the day after that, that person won't talk to you. Of course, you don't have to blame yourself for telling the truth. When I was back in Grade 6, one of our teachers told us "You're already 13 or 14, you should tell her the truth!" Since our teacher told us that, some of my classmates told the truth and the others didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibilities on might happen when you tell him or her the truth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* She might not talk to you the following day&lt;br /&gt;* Like what I said earlier, confidence might build up in your relationship&lt;br /&gt;* He or she will be mad at you for a couple of days&lt;br /&gt;* He or she will make some excuses to not talk to you&lt;br /&gt;* That person may not even chat with you in the internet&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "When you see him or her online then you showed up, that person will sign out immediately"&lt;br /&gt;* When you will try to talk to her, that person will just ignore you&lt;br /&gt;* That person will talk to you the following day&lt;br /&gt;* The two of you will do a "move" called the eye contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things that might happen to you. It can either be good or bad but that's just how life is. You can never change the wrong doings you made but you can change it before doing it. It's just really simple as that. I am not telling you to tell him or her the truth or at least try because you guys are all grown up. You shouldn't be afraid on what you will do but it's still your choice. The point of this is to tell you guys and girls on what you are headed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-4780526633383988639?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/4780526633383988639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=4780526633383988639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/4780526633383988639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/4780526633383988639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/04/taking-risk.html' title='Taking the risk'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-7380213881556617107</id><published>2008-04-15T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:30:29.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Inspire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While I was searching in Google for great poems, I saw this magnificent poem written by&lt;br /&gt;Marsha Hoyt (I don't know her). When I read the poem, it was like all my problems just went out of the window. The title of the poem is "Key To My Heart". At least take the time to read the poem here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key To My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                    I had closed the door upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;                  And wouldn't let anyone in,&lt;br /&gt;                  I had trusted and loved only to be hurt&lt;br /&gt;                  But, that would never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    I had locked the door and tossed the key&lt;br /&gt;                  As hard, and as far as I could,&lt;br /&gt;                  Love would never enter there again,&lt;br /&gt;                  My heart was closed for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Then you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;                  And made me change my mind,&lt;br /&gt;                  Just when I thought that tiny key&lt;br /&gt;                  was impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    That's when you held out your hand&lt;br /&gt;                  And proved to me I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;                  Inside your palm was the key to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;                  You had it all along.&lt;br /&gt;                         -Marsha Hoyt-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely sure, when you have read the poem, its like all of your problems just went out through the window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-7380213881556617107?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/7380213881556617107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=7380213881556617107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7380213881556617107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/7380213881556617107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-that-inspire.html' title='Things That Inspire'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-1798610679356082948</id><published>2008-04-14T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:30:37.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I woke up earlier, I noticed that not even a ray of light sparkled. I knew it was going to rain but I did not know that it will not stop. I know that March starts summer but when it comes to April, I also know that the rainy season will not start until its already May. In the picture above, was just like earlier but not in a cornfield. The rain stopped at around 3 in the afternoon. It's really funny because it rained and it's not even cold. The weather was still the same. It sucks!!!, joke but it was really fun because a couple of my friends just walked from school to gate. She said that she will buy food if we help her cross the road and get her a jeep to ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the gate, we were goofing around. We were telling her that we are going to 2nd year and she can't even cross the road. Five or six jeeps had passed but she doesn't like too many people. What she likes is just around 13 or 14 people. After some jeeps passed, she finally chose a jeep that was best suited for her hehe. There where few people on board at around 13. We didn't got really disappointed at her because she bought food for us. It was a deal so it was fair for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-1798610679356082948?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/1798610679356082948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=1798610679356082948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1798610679356082948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1798610679356082948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-with-friends.html' title='Fun with friends'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-2332499440323888431</id><published>2008-04-14T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:18:00.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was 2004 when a new chapel started its first mass beside Mission Hills. Since then, we never went to&lt;br /&gt;the Antipolo church but I still remember every building going to the church. Yesterday, I woke up at around 6:30 in the morning to attend a mass at 7:00. In my surprise, the mass was about to end, I reached the Our Father at around 7:05. I felt disappointed that they changed the schedule from 7 to 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home at around 7:30, my mom was just resting. I told her on what happened then she just said ok. We decided that we will attend a mass at 11 in the church of Antipolo. I was really excited to see the church once again. I remembered the odor smell in the market, I still remembered every building. It seems that nothing has changed, but when I saw the church (at the outside), everything changed. When I was just a kid, the outside of the church was a huge parking space and now, it's just plain concrete. I don't know on what they are planning to do but I hope that it's going to be a nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-2332499440323888431?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/2332499440323888431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=2332499440323888431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2332499440323888431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/2332499440323888431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/04/remembering-past.html' title='Remembering the Past'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-3178582099675345862</id><published>2008-04-11T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:47:42.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube Upgrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I went to one of the world's viewable website youtube.com, I noticed that they changed&lt;br /&gt;some things in the website. Not to make everybody disappointed at what I'm going to say but I'm just expressing my opinion, for me, I think the upgrade was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you press the minimize button at the video, it will minimize but when you press it again, it will go back the way it is but not really full. It will leave a small gap at the the screen of the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the others, I think the upgrade is cool unlike the last one, but of course, I can never do about it. I can't just snap my fingers and create a miracle. Well, might as well get use to it like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-3178582099675345862?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/3178582099675345862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=3178582099675345862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3178582099675345862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/3178582099675345862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/04/youtube-upgrade.html' title='Youtube Upgrade'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-789363941726521856</id><published>2008-04-11T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T06:40:09.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Intercept</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While doing something really important, for example, downloading a file in limewire then suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;the dsl or modem disconnected, that would kinda suck right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was playing a game named Battlefield 1942 awhile ago, an unexpected thing happened to me. I was in the tank going for the enemy flag then suddenly, the game stopped, I thought maybe that&lt;br /&gt;there are too many players that's why I lagged but I eventually saw that I was already at the desktop. An error occurred saying that the game has to be closed for some technical problems. I don't really know what was it but I think that other of my friends in the game also disconnected or I was the only one who got disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we need to kill 14 people to win the game but I wasn't worried about that because our real score was 25 and their score was 13. It's a big gap that's why we don't have to rush and its an every kill for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-789363941726521856?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/789363941726521856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=789363941726521856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/789363941726521856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/789363941726521856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/04/intercept.html' title='An Intercept'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-8987420944966049538</id><published>2008-04-11T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T03:58:08.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Day To Start Friday</title><content type='html'>Awhile ago in our Physics class, we decided to play a game of charades. We have two categories, Physics&lt;br /&gt;and Movies. The start was really easy, it was just like answering one plus one, while the girls, had a bad start (hehe). Now, on what happened, we scored some baskets but it wasn't enough to bring the girls down, they got up immediately and scored more points than us. Pressure was in our nerves because sir Ramil said that if someone loses, there will be a punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the last part of the game, I picked the number 13, the movie that sir gave me was entitled&lt;br /&gt;"Mulawin The Movie". First of all, I don't like the movie and the second thing is that I will look like a crazy person just trying to act it. When I acted it for the first time, our team got "the" and the "movie" correct, but when it came to the mulawin part, our team didn't answer it correctly. Because of that, the girls stole our chance of winning. Now, the punishment for us guys was to wear an adult size diaper and the girls along with sir Ramil will take a picture of us&lt;br /&gt;(of course, with our attire on). This day, was really bad to start Friday huhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-8987420944966049538?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/8987420944966049538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=8987420944966049538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8987420944966049538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/8987420944966049538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-day-to-start-friday_3327.html' title='A Bad Day To Start Friday'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-1805098987873015176</id><published>2008-04-09T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:35:08.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Generations to Generations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photocarsonline.com/images/20070909070644_abt-audi_r8_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photocarsonline.com/images/20070909070644_abt-audi_r8_2008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ms gothic,gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;     Have you noticed that almost all the cars before cannot be seen anymore? No, I mean, imagine this, from Civic to City, from Corolla to Avanza or Innova. See, isn't it fast how in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of cars evolve! It's really an amazing thing on how you see a famous car before and now, it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ms gothic,gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just a piece of........CAR.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     From generations to generations, all the cars today like the Avanza, Innova, Chevrolet, Chrysler, Audi and other else will just be a "CAR" after several years. We might never know what the future awaits us, maybe some cars will hover just inches off the ground or so whatever, but one thing is for sure, all of the cars today will just be a "car" in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047288283770826542-1805098987873015176?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/1805098987873015176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=1805098987873015176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1805098987873015176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/1805098987873015176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-generations-to-generations.html' title='From Generations to Generations'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047288283770826542.post-6016277221500842098</id><published>2008-04-09T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:15:57.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Places In The Philippines Where You Can Go For A Nice Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yale.edu/horizon/images/craw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.yale.edu/horizon/images/craw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;Note: Indi ko sinasabi nakapunta na ako dito sa mga lugar na to ha (ilan lang)&lt;br /&gt;Not in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The White Sandy Beach Of Boracay where you can experience new things like riding the banana boat. It's really fun. They will make you fa..........nah, forget it, you will just know it when you're there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Want to experience horse back riding? Baguio City is the place for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Want to experience a cave where it leads on a mountain (more like a shortcut),&lt;br /&gt;Puerto Galera is the place. (Note: Mang yayari to pag mag iisland hopping kayo ha. Kasama din dito kung saan idadala kayo sa mga lumulutang na "bamboo rafts" na kung saan puwede kayo kumain dun at pwede nyo rin pakainin yung mga isda. Magdala na lang kayo ng mga tinapay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Want to see the Moriones Festival, then go to Marinduque. It's also the best place where you can experience a "pool" that is warm. Nang galing daw to sa bulkan sa Marinduque, kaya wag nyo na lang ako tanungin kung pano nangyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Want to know more about the base of the Americans when they first came here? Subic mga dods, Subic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tagaytay is one of the best place here in the Philippines to go for a pleasant, quiet and yet a simple vacation. (Note: Wala ako masyadong experience sa Tagaytay ha, basta yung pumunta ako dyan masasabi ko maganda talaga sya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Zambales is also one of the best place to go for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Puerto Princesa, wala ako masyadong alam dito eh pero sabi daw nila "Explore The Unexplored", kaya mukang maganda naman. May isang place daw dito na kung saan pwede mag "scuba diving" sa Tubattaha Reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Always dreamed to see a tarshier, go to Bohol my friend. A place where you can have an adventure of a lifetime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but certainly not least, Vigan. Yes, it's one of the best place here. In Vigan, you will see some houses that were mostly made by Chinese traders. The Ayala Museum used to be the home of Father Jose Burgos. There, you will see some dioramas showing important events in the history of Ilocos Sur. A little bored? You can have a swim at the nearby Mindoro Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it, the top 10 places where you can have a nice vacation. Make your summer an adventure of a lifetime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Justin Duque over and Out :)&lt;br /&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/9047288283770826542-6016277221500842098?l=justduq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/feeds/6016277221500842098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9047288283770826542&amp;postID=6016277221500842098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6016277221500842098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9047288283770826542/posts/default/6016277221500842098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justduq.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-10-places-in-philippines-where-you.html' title='Top 10 Places In The Philippines Where You Can Go For A Nice Vacation'/><author><name>J Duq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00267921693981837152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9Z_krU14Og/THZLVIuhB9I/AAAAAAAAADs/QVXdqMFwd2U/S220/tempo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
