<?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-6741367681218390663</id><updated>2011-09-28T14:43:55.037-07:00</updated><category term='Cebu'/><category term='blackBerry'/><category term='buzz in Cebu'/><category term='dad'/><category term='election'/><category term='elementary'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='law'/><category term='my so called life'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='students'/><category term='politics'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='world'/><category term='SJA'/><category term='government'/><category term='Nicholas Sparks'/><category term='legal'/><category term='blog'/><category term='good governance'/><category term='Filipino'/><category term='life'/><category term='pacman'/><category term='obstruction of justice'/><category term='rain'/><category term='summer'/><category term='USJ-R School of Law'/><category term='pbb'/><category term='current events'/><category term='society'/><category term='ted failon'/><category term='melason'/><category term='family'/><category term='pinoy'/><category term='priest'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='boxing'/><category term='life&apos;s lessons'/><category term='pacquiao'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='atty-at-work'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>LEgAL FeTisH, GlitZ n' GlamOuR...my two cents worth</title><subtitle type='html'>Putting into writing my thoughts, views and feelings over something or someone into one spot..my space
It may just be two cents worth but these are vintage, antique, precious and priceless thoughts that when put together would create a collage of brilliant ideas incapable of pecuniary estimation...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-4280573758407705473</id><published>2010-12-29T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:01:06.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Intangible wish list this holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TRvU3f7apzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U6id5h1DjYk/s1600/True-Meaning-Of-Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TRvU3f7apzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U6id5h1DjYk/s400/True-Meaning-Of-Christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556268615220242226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now that I have opened practically all my presents and since I have nothing else to do with my eyes on a blur, I have decided to write down the list of things I wish for that money can't buy, things that would not benefit me alone but everyone else.  You see, in a world highly influenced by things people hold on to we tend to forget what is essential and what matters most.  Often times, it takes a sad experience before one gets to realize that in the end only those we hold in our hearts matter.. and so I call this my intangible wish list..more like a grown up list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I wish for good health for my family especially my mom.  Atleast I wish for her to be more conscious of what she eats and when she eats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I wish for protection and safety of my family wherever we are especially my big brother who has to be far far away for work and my sister who travels often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I wish for more success in our career and that we may be able to value the fruits of our labor and give more to those who need our help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I wish that I would be a better person, better sister and daughter, teacher, dean, lawyer and friend.  As the new year comes I wish to be able to touch more lives and become an instrument of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I wish for this country to be better.  For its people to take more pride in our culture, race, heritage and our country as a whole. I wish for the the government officials to be more responsible, sincere, honest and conscientious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I wish for the world to be at peace; for countries to be conscious and respectful of each others existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I wish for justice to all victims of hate, war and violence.  I also wish for forgiveness, repentance and change to all perpetrators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   I wish for a greener and cleaner earth and I wish to be able to see mother nature's endless bounty not its rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   I wish for children to be educated and for them to value education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wish that we will be more grateful and thankful for all the good things and be more positive in anything that we do or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-4280573758407705473?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4280573758407705473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-intangible-wish-list-this-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/4280573758407705473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/4280573758407705473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-intangible-wish-list-this-holiday.html' title='my Intangible wish list this holiday'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TRvU3f7apzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U6id5h1DjYk/s72-c/True-Meaning-Of-Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-4121956778828379193</id><published>2010-11-07T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:43:37.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My letter to the Philippine Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt it right to speak my mind after reading this article in the Philippine Star, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=627496"&gt;http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=627496&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;below is my email to the editor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read online the article, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Fraternity Plotted Bar Grenade Attack for weeks"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; which was published in the November 6, 2010 issue of the Philippine Star.  As Assistant Dean of the University of San Jose Recoletos School of Law in Cebu and one of Jed Lazaga's Professors and counsel, allow me to comment and share my personal views on the said article especially that there was a mention of an "elected official from the Visayas" who refused to reveal himself yet eagerly disclosed a very controversial matter before the media for the entire nation to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beforehand, I would like to point out that despite the poor attempt to maintain anonymity, the identity of this "elected official from the Visayas" is crystal clear to me.  Suffice it to say that he is a chief executive of a highly urbanized local government unit and a member of the Philippine Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to quote a very disturbing statement in the article,&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt; " The witness, an elected official in the Visayas who refused to be named because he does not want to be involved in the ongoing investigation, said he was told on the second Sunday of the exams about the supposed plan of the fraternity.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;“I was told they would create trouble against their known arch rival fraternity during the salubong. It was really intended on the last day of the exams,” he told The STAR in an interview." &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I find it disturbing because, if at all he knew about the alleged plan to be staged specifically on the day of the “salubong” then why did he not bother to warn any of the law schools in Cebu about it considering the gravity of the plot? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As an elected official, I believe he should have taken the cudgels to warn the Manila Police, the Supreme Court, the Philippine Association of Law Schools and Cebu law schools. Perhaps it would have changed the fate of the 47 victims, it may have stopped the bomber from throwing it amongst the crowd comprised mostly of law students from San Beda College, the alma mater of the elected government official. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most of all, Jed Lazaga would not have suffered sever trauma from the unfortunate and unfair implication as suspect. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The name of the University of San Jose Recoletos and the Cebuanos would not have been tarnished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said he knew it ahead of time, which supposedly gave him ample time to do what is right and incumbent upon him as a citizen, a member of the Bar and as a public servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If at all this “elected government official from the Visayas” knew about the plan weeks before, then I find it equally disturbing for him to brave the streets of Taft Avenue by the De LaSalle University area knowing that at any given moment, in an unknown place and time the supposed plan will materialize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The article further stated, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;The official joined the Bar operations because his son took the exams. He said upon learning about the plan ahead of time, he and his companions opted to stay at the other gate, away from the crowd during the salubong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.” With all due respect, the place where the “elected government official from the Visayas” waited for his son was NOT the other gate but it was the main gate where most of the barristers would enter and exit. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is the area beside McDonalds. This is specifically the place the where the “salubong” was held and the area where the bomb exploded. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The other side of the gate is the one near the EGI Taft Tower Condominium. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Apart from finding it disturbing, I find it disappointing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If this “elected government official from the Visayas” knew about the plan of the fraternity and which fraternity was responsible, then he should have come to the defense of Jed Lazaga, a Cebuano by revealing this useful piece of information. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That way, the name of Jed Lazaga would have been cleared in no time and the investigation would not have lagged to about a month. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;As a trusted public servant, agent of the court and advocate of law and justice this “elected government official from the Visayas” has deviated from the basic tenets of social responsibility which is a key element of good governance. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If he does not want to be involved in the investigation then why reveal such statement? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why only now when 47 lives have suffered, an innocent is a victim of injustice, an institution’s name is tarnished and the Cebuano’s reputation has been equated as a bomber? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Suffice it to say that I have nothing personal against this “elected government official from the Visayas”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am just dismayed over this revelation. I do not see any sincere motive other than to gain publicity as if his present stint over controversial issues in his local government unit and some singing engagements are not enough. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If he had no intentions of helping then he could have just come clean by keeping quiet and then deal with his conscience later on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;I hope this will merit a page in your paper as part of our freedom to react and reply.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank you and best regards.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Very truly yours,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;ATTY. MAE ELAINE T. BATHAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Assistant Dean, USJR School of Law&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-4121956778828379193?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4121956778828379193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-letter-to-philippine-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/4121956778828379193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/4121956778828379193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-letter-to-philippine-star.html' title='My letter to the Philippine Star'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-1533883287332256638</id><published>2010-10-17T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T05:54:32.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atty-at-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicholas Sparks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>SaFe HaVeN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TLrpTauoZLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ClYENYfQK5I/s1600/Safe+haven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TLrpTauoZLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ClYENYfQK5I/s400/Safe+haven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528988012352398514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;After everything that has happened the the past weeks, I am finally back in my sanctuary and decided to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past days made me realize how the tough the world is and that there are essential things though not seen, give us reasons to fight, love, live, believe and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Fully booked with D and Janet to check on books and knew i made the right decision of going the moment i got hold of my favorite author, Nicholas Sparks' new book entitled "Safe Haven".  The story revolves around Katie who ran away from a past-present and wanted to be a new person in a different place hoping to start a new life.  As she tries to shut a past, she finds herself opening up to someone who helps her confront the trauma.  Under the solace of someone who truly cares about her, she takes courage to face reality and confront her fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i said a while ago, it is a tough world out there.  The past weeks, i have come to realize that evil people do exist and that they are willing to trade their souls to put a good person down.  The moment we step out of the house we become a walking prey and once we get bound by the dark force we may be consumed and just totally falter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Or not, The past weeks i have also come to realize that despite the cruelties and the evil forces that ply around the streets, good people do exist.  More often, they come when you least expect them to but always in time.  And it is from them that you gather the strength to move forward without fear because you know that they are with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weeks I have realized that no matter how cruel this world may be, for as long you abide by what is just and true, the universe will conspire with all the other forces to unravel the tangles and turn a seemingly long and dark night into bright new morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the past weeks I have realized that at the end of the day, our safest haven is love because with it comes faith, hope and trust.  Faith, that good will always prevail.  Hope that this world will be a better place, soon.  Trust, that God will reward and protect the righteous and the just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="YontooInstallID"&gt;8C9D8C41-2D6F-29E4-172A-E3F6C703F36F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="YontooClientVersion"&gt;1.02.28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-1533883287332256638?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/1533883287332256638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/10/safe-haven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/1533883287332256638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/1533883287332256638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/10/safe-haven.html' title='SaFe HaVeN'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TLrpTauoZLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ClYENYfQK5I/s72-c/Safe+haven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-8056043554309673360</id><published>2010-06-29T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:27:33.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elementary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SJA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><title type='text'>One of the Chosen Few</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TConPwnzNtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/e0hlIaEknLY/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is CHARLES LOUIS N. JAYME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TConPwnzNtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/e0hlIaEknLY/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TConPwnzNtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/e0hlIaEknLY/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488242247607727826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He was my classmate way back in St. Joseph's Academy Mandaue City where we finished grade school in 1990.  He was a typical boy back then who would smell like the rest of the boys as we line up for class in the afternoon after a noontime Japanese game and a rematch right after dismissal at 5pm.  Unlike the others, he never pissed anyone, played a prank on anyone. He was one of the famous altar boys who would serve the church after class and during masses in school.  He was one of the smart boys in class too. After dismissal you'd find him at the church grounds with the rest of the altar boys. After graduation in elementary, he proceeded to Pope John Paul XXIII Seminary in Mabolo and we remained in touch for while.  He'd call me after dinner i think from the rector's office while he and the rest of the seminarians would do the chores.  Obviously it was not allowed and so more often than not, the phone calls would not get the usual goodbyes in the end but a mere "click" then a dial tone..that simply meant the rector was on his way. I could not quiet recall when those calls ended, perhaps he got caught or something but somehow it did. &lt;br /&gt;In college, I'd see him in school and most often at the cemetery during All Saint's Day when he would be with the priests for mass. When I became I lawyer, I ran into him during the May 2007 elections where he volunteered as CIMPEL and i served as Legal Panel.&lt;br /&gt;This year, our batch in elementary rekindled our friendship and I have come to be in touch with Charles again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCom-oJ1lHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yqizLisyWcc/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCom-CLeInI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-HgoiUI-xno/s1600/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCom-CLeInI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-HgoiUI-xno/s400/41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488241943083098738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And just last June, he is now REV. FR. CHARLES LOUIS N. JAYME... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;not all people have been blessed to have a friend like him.. me and the rest of my batch are..  but the funny thing is underneath the sacred robe, is the same Cha-cha we have come to know and that will not spare him from bringing the cooler or passing on a glass with ice for us..&lt;br /&gt;He has chosen a path not many people are privileged to take..many are called but few are chosen but he sure is one of them.. God Bless you, Padz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCom9gZ9E1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/5OEYWAo2toI/s1600/Fr.+Charles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCom9gZ9E1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/5OEYWAo2toI/s400/Fr.+Charles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488241934017041234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-8056043554309673360?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8056043554309673360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-of-chosen-few.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/8056043554309673360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/8056043554309673360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-of-chosen-few.html' title='One of the Chosen Few'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TConPwnzNtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/e0hlIaEknLY/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-7785477699568872507</id><published>2010-06-29T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:50:51.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SJA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Things I DiD LaST SummeR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoe8_pqzmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/to7lMllupm8/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The rainy season has started to make its presence known and we officially bid good bye to summer and the scorching heat of sun. We now welcome the rain and often wish it were summer again..hehe. And so before we start to bring out those jackets and coats, I'd like to take a look at what i did last summer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well for starters, i was legal panel for a candidate whose passion to serve the 6th District of Cebu has beyond reproach.. and the people know it, that's why Gabriel Luis "LUIGI" Quisumbing won by an overwhelming margin.  Worked with equally passionate lawyers, now friends in the profession.. can't wait for 2013!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoe8_pqzmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/to7lMllupm8/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoe8_pqzmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/to7lMllupm8/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488233129131560546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Became a big sister to PUNLA Scholars of Norkis who were assigned at the Legal Office.  A bunch of young kids all too excited to go to college at the same time enjoying a lawyers work.. if only they knew about the real deal..they'd think twice of becoming one someday..but i would not mind calling them panyeros. Oh and we went to the beach to celebrate the win for Luigi..they shared mine and Weng's sleepless nights.. and so I hope to see them kids back next summer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoenr22RgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zaRs1ap4SeI/s1600/Hadsan6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoenr22RgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zaRs1ap4SeI/s400/Hadsan6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488232763040876034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Went to the beach with D and his family.. our first summer outing this year.. love love love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoeaAXI1aI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SQQw97G1JyY/s1600/Porto+Fino7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoeaAXI1aI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SQQw97G1JyY/s400/Porto+Fino7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488232528026850722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Island Hopping with my SJA grade School Batch 1990 classmates... fun and sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoeZ_mX6tI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Rynbg3NKS4s/s1600/Island+Hopping11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoeZ_mX6tI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Rynbg3NKS4s/s400/Island+Hopping11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488232527822318290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Went to Balamban and dared to try the Zipline at K33.. this was exactly a week before the sad tragedy of the Iranians.. glad we all came back safely and in one piece..never mind the fact that my face turned pale as they put on the harness and that my knees were wobbly after crossing and my lungs were about to pop from the climb back... didnt know which one actually made me feel like dying.. the zipline or steep climb up.. Had the best buddies in tow and it was a different experience..now that i've tried it once..im ok already.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoeZfOLamI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XfBsPRmkxrw/s1600/zipline4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoeZfOLamI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XfBsPRmkxrw/s400/zipline4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488232519130901090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally, finally as in finally went to the sand bar in Negros with my family and had a mini Tantengco Reunion.  We drove all the way to Bais for the weekend and just simply enjoyed a simple time with my simple family and had the BESt time ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoeZDl3WOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NMDKeinV7As/s1600/Sand+Bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoeZDl3WOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NMDKeinV7As/s400/Sand+Bar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488232511714056418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoeYjA1U-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/XTXGS9y8b9s/s1600/Sand+Bar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoeYjA1U-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/XTXGS9y8b9s/s400/Sand+Bar1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488232502968800226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoZq7ffa6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7mFS-nKgPw4/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And so that was my summer.. now that it has officially ended, I can't wait for summer again but for now, I'd like to savor some cool and refreshing moments with the rain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-7785477699568872507?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7785477699568872507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-i-did-last-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/7785477699568872507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/7785477699568872507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-i-did-last-summer.html' title='The Things I DiD LaST SummeR'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/TCoe8_pqzmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/to7lMllupm8/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-6174068685337424143</id><published>2010-03-23T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:07:42.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY I'M VOTING FOR ATTY. ALEX LACSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6hok1_VACI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5DuY-RjXD8Y/s1600-h/12-little-things-logo.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6hok1_VACI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5DuY-RjXD8Y/s400/12-little-things-logo.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451722331109261346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is just a re post of Max Soliven's column based on a personal experience of a true Filipino... More than enough reasons why he is worthy to be a SENATOR and that you should vote for him like I would... so READ on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Filipino of faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY By Max V. Soliven&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine Star 12-19-2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We keep on paying lip service to the catchword, “Faith in the Filipino.” In this Christmas season of hope – and also sadness – this faith and confidence in ourselves too often falls short of being justified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, here’s one story which I must tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This incident took place last Thursday in the late afternoon. I was rushing home in my car, an X-5, from my last meeting in Makati – already far behind schedule, since my next appointment, after a change of clothes, was in Malacanang. My vehicle broke down in&lt;br /&gt;the mounting rush-hour traffic on the Paseo de Roxas, not far from the corner of Buendia. There I was, frantically trying to hail a cab in vain while the avenue was crawled alongside, almost gridlocked. My desperation must have been all over my face. I had&lt;br /&gt;fruitlessly attempted calling my Stargate office on Ayala Avenue, then my associates and friends nearby. I needed a car badly to rescue me from the corner where I had been stranded. But nobody could be contacted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then a white Chevrolet Ventura pulled up to the curb. The young man at the wheel leaned over, his window rolled down, and asked: “Can I help you, sir?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I blurted out, “Yes, my car over there broke down. I must get home in a hurry! Can you bring me somewhere where I can find a taxicab?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fellow smiled and said: “Hop in, Sir I will drive you home.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I scrambled aboard, thankful to the kind stranger, and God – and for my good fortune. In retrospect, I wonder why it had never occurred to me he might be an armed hold-up man. I guess it was the disarming nature of his smile, his earnest approach. Yet now could anyone be so generous as to stop in the middle of traffic, then offer a total stranger a ride all the way to his home? He hadn’t even asked how far away I lived; he’d made the offer without hesitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we were underway, I asked to shake his hand and asked for his name, “My name is Alex,” he simply said. “I’m Max,” I replied, then fished in my pocket and offered him my card. He peered at it, then exclaimed: “Wow. It’s an honor! I read you every day!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Now. Alex, you owe me your card in return.” I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stopped at a light, he took out his wallet, got one and politely handed it to me. It read: Alexander L. Lacson, above which was his firm’s title: “Malcolm Law”, underneath that, “A Professional Partnership.” By golly, I had been rescued by a lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There you are. Somehow, when faith in the Filipino wavers, a Filipino comes along to restore your faith. Restore it? So surprise you with his kindness and generosity. This is an experience – and a shining gesture – I’ll never forget. * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I finally told Alex I was headed for Greenhills. He grinned. “By coincidence, since I’m taking you there, my destination happens to lie not far away – I’m headed for Wack-Wack subdivision to give a talk at a Christmas party.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Why?” I exclaimed. “In addition to being a lawyer, are you also a preacher?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He smiled even more merrily and explained that he had written a little book. It was on the car seat beside him, and I picked it up. It was entitled: “12 Little Things Every Filipino Can Do to Help Our Country.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alex had his little volume (108 pages) published earlier this year by the Alay Pinoy Publishing House in Quezon City, and it had sold out in its first printing within three weeks. The second and third printings were about to sell out, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, he wasn’t selling it through any bookshop, the biggest book shop (unnamed here) wanted too big a portion of its possible earnings, but I told them I wanted the proceeds to go to a scholarship foundation for the needy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, Lacson has been selling his book out of his office and out of his home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dedication of the slim tome reveals his sincerity. It says: “To my Creator, who has blessed me with so much, and to my Country, which yearns for love from its people.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As we drove up EDSA, Alex said: “I read your mother’s book, `A Woman So Valiant,’ too, and I loved it!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you beat that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mama had written that book of hers in longhand, on yellow pad paper not long before she died at the age of 81 on October 16, 1990, and belatedly, we had published it last year. Astoundingly, it had been a runaway bestseller, without publicity, and had sold&lt;br /&gt;out in the National Bookstores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My sister, Mrs. Mercy S. David messaged me when she arrived from New York that the Japanese were now planning to transcribe the autobiography into Japanese and publish it in Tokyo, as a chronicle of what happened to a Filipino family in the war years (and during Japanese military occupation). The proposed Japanese title, “A Valiant Mother and Her Nine Children.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But that’s another story, far removed from today’s inspiring tale about Alex Lacson’s Christian spirit and generosity. One thing Alex said demonstrated he had really read Mom’s book. He remarked that the thing he vividly remembered in Mama’s memoirs was that, in spite of our poverty, she had determined: “I don’t want my children to feel poor.” Thus, one of us or two of us in turn had been taken by her, on her meager earnings as a seamstress, to eat at a good restaurant. The “classy” restaurant of the time, Alex recalled&lt;br /&gt;from its mention in mama’s book, was The Aristocrat. How lives intersect in this spinning world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To get to the end of the “rescue” saga, Alex Lacson drove me to my home in Greenhills, and I noticed he never broke a traffic rule. I was tempted, in my selfish agitation to get home and get my tuxedo for the State dinner in the Palace, then dash over to&lt;br /&gt;Malacanang, to cut corners, such as push into the opposite lane when stuck not far from the Buchanan Gate, in order to sneak into the Gate. But Lacson calmly awaited his turn in traffic. Obey the law and obey the rules were obviously the bedrock of his “12 Things” credo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In any event, getting to Malacanang in the end was only the bonus. Meeting someone like Alex Lacson was the real miracle. * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alexander Ledesma Lacson, it turned out, modest as he was in bearing, was a graduate of the University of the Philippines College of Law, 1996, and took up graduate studies at the Harvard Law School in Cambridge, Mass. (Good old Harvard Yard, by gosh). His&lt;br /&gt;wife, Pia Pena – it turned out even more amazingly – is the daughter of an old friend, Teddy Pena from Palawan! She, too, is a lawyer – U.P. 1993 – a legal counsel for Citibank. They established a foundation together to help underprivileged children through school, and are now subsidizing 27 young scholars in different public schools in Alex’s native Negros Occidental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The reason Alex had been headed for Wack-Wack was the fact that the officers and employees of a company named Resins Inc., after buying 1,000 copies of his book had invited him to give the “homily” at their Christmas party. This was not a small group ? the&lt;br /&gt;company had 600 employees, waiting for his “word” that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alex, it struck me from our conversation, is an eloquent and devout Catholic. He believes God must have destined our people for some great role; why, in all history, he reasoned, were we Filipinos the “only Christian nation in Asia?” One thing is certain: He and his wife Pia practice their Christianity – and live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four years ago, he and his wife had a serious discussion about migrating to the US or Canada because the Philippines, as a country appeared hopeless since things only got worse year after year. They wanted to know if their children (they have three, one boy and two girls) would be better off staying in our country or abroad in the next 20 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pia and Alex had asked themselves the question: “Is there hope for the Philippines to progress in the next 20 years?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They reasoned: If the answer is Yes, then they would stay. If it was No, they would leave and relocate abroad while they were still young and energetic. There were long discussions. One day, the realization, Alex recalls, struck them: the answer to that question was in themselves. The country would improve, Pia and Alex finally understood, if they and every other Filipino did something about it. Leaving the Philippines was not the solution. As Lacson put it in his book: “The answer is in us as a people; that hope is in us as a people.” * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I read the book afterwards, I discovered that many important people had endorsed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But these encomiums are not needed. Alex laughed when I quipped that he must be one of the wealthy Lacsons from Negros Occidental, like my classmates and schoolmates in the Ateneo. He cheerfully, and proudly, said that he was “a poor Lacson.” His mother, he&lt;br /&gt;pointed out, had been a public school teacher in Cabangcalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, he’s not poor – his richness are in his friends, and in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are, in outline, his 12 commandments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Follow traffic rules. Follow the law.&lt;br /&gt;2) Whenever you buy or pay for anything, always ask for an official receipt.&lt;br /&gt;3) Don’t buy smuggled goods. Buy local. Buy Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;(Or, if you read the book, he suggests: 50-50).&lt;br /&gt;4) When you talk to others, especially foreigners speak positively about us and our country.&lt;br /&gt;5) Respect your traffic officer, policeman and soldier.&lt;br /&gt;6) Do not litter. Dispose your garbage properly. Segregate. Recycle. Conserve.&lt;br /&gt;7) Support your church.&lt;br /&gt;8.) During elections, do your solemn duty.&lt;br /&gt;9) Pay your employees well.&lt;br /&gt;10) Pay your taxes.&lt;br /&gt;11) Adopt a scholar or a poor child.&lt;br /&gt;12) Be a good parent. Teach your kids to follow the law and love our country.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These are the 12 things every Filipino can do to help our country. At first blush, they seem simple. When you study them more closely, they are difficult to do. But all of us, together can do them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.12littlethings.com/"&gt;12 Little Things&lt;/a&gt; website – &lt;a href="http://www.12littlethings.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-6174068685337424143?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6174068685337424143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-im-voting-for-atty-alex-lacson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6174068685337424143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6174068685337424143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-im-voting-for-atty-alex-lacson.html' title='WHY I&apos;M VOTING FOR ATTY. ALEX LACSON'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6hok1_VACI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5DuY-RjXD8Y/s72-c/12-little-things-logo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-9009065748874553465</id><published>2010-03-21T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:13:46.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elementary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SJA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH.... OF EACH OTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and can you blame us? It has after all been 20 years since we last saw each other and now it seems like we've been seeing each other everyday of every week, at least for some who can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6XOlxkKvWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5kWSacOmyOw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6XOlxkKvWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5kWSacOmyOw/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450990072357371234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh but i do try my best to be present in most gatherings whenever my sked permits because these people make me forget a tiring day and its always fun being with old friends... amazing how we got to discover that our charm could still buy us free Bailey's at times or Tequila, i heard..bummer i wasn't around for a shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6XOld7bm2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/c-B43mLRXVI/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6XOld7bm2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/c-B43mLRXVI/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450990067086236514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;except for some little bulges and tummies here and there, us girls look pretty much the same..yeah, we're PRETTY that is.. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6XOlIHMcAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qQvSWXpKJTA/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6XOlIHMcAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qQvSWXpKJTA/s400/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450990061229993986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so we decided last January that we shall be meeting once a month for the pay up of our dues and some planning. February was at Celso's Talaba farm..hmmm i actually can't recall if we were actually able to plan on something that day, if we did, I'm sure it's been amended or revoked already. As to when is the next gathering? i really don't know, duh we've been seeing each other everyday of every week well, almost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6XOkc-41jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fAzmEflpENA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6XOkc-41jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fAzmEflpENA/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450990049652430386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;and this one's from last night, like I said..we just can't get enough of each other, can't really blame us can you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-9009065748874553465?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/9009065748874553465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-cant-get-enough-of-each-other.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/9009065748874553465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/9009065748874553465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-cant-get-enough-of-each-other.html' title='JUST CAN&apos;T GET ENOUGH.... OF EACH OTHER'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6XOlxkKvWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5kWSacOmyOw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-7533097298015259409</id><published>2010-03-19T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:12:22.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USJ-R School of Law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atty-at-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>SoAR HigH my DEaR GRADUATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6Qg2Dj-SFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cM6v1VuJ6hk/s1600-h/toga.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6Qg2Dj-SFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cM6v1VuJ6hk/s400/toga.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450517562066356306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As bright as my morning has started, later today it will even go brighter as my students, the School of Law Class of 2010 will proudly march and receive their degree and title, Bachelor of Laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Studying law is never a walk in the park, i keep telling my students that. And now that they were able to hurdle 4-5 long years of study, is an achievement in itself.  And I am truly proud of them.  I believe in all my students' potential and I can't wait for them to be lawyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear graduates, you are a step closer towards your dream and it is definitely within your reach.  Never for a moment think that you can not make it, because you can.  Keep your goal close to your heart.  Fly and soar high my dear class of 2010 and let the sky be your limit.... ADELANTE!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-7533097298015259409?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7533097298015259409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/03/soar-high-my-dear-graduates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/7533097298015259409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/7533097298015259409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/03/soar-high-my-dear-graduates.html' title='SoAR HigH my DEaR GRADUATES'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S6Qg2Dj-SFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cM6v1VuJ6hk/s72-c/toga.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-1930289413041297381</id><published>2010-03-07T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:26:51.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USJ-R School of Law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atty-at-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><title type='text'>LiviN' and LoviN the vocAtIoN of TeacHiNG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S5SS_aVGr8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1HgPNsNnJfI/s1600-h/teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S5SS_aVGr8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1HgPNsNnJfI/s400/teacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446139467495026626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contrary to most of my colleagues, I don't get to have "ME" time after five.  My job at the School of Law has tied my sked even way up to the wee hours of the night.  While the rest of my friends are either at home, shopping at the mall, working it out at the gym, dating or simply doing whatever with their free time, i on the other hand have to face my student's and their concerns with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, it is taking up soooooo much of my time even when im supposed to work and attend to my cases or spend it with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the year began, i have been in school every day of the week and it has to some point exhausted me.  It has taken so much of my time that by the end of February, i was so drained that i really did not want to go to school anymore.  During those times i started to ask my self whether it is still worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forcing myself to class last Sunday, i found the answer to my question..  As i was calling a student to do the Lawyer's oath in my Ethics class, he seem nervous and mentioned a case.  Confused, i asked what was wrong with him.. and he answered, "Sorry mam, i cant concentrate becoz you are exceptionally pretty today" (LOLz) I almost fell off my seat while being tongue tied.. Either i emphasized too much on the "honesty of a lawyer" or my constant recitation has taught them to be witty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same night, i opened an email from the lex prexy for a bunch of requests that the incoming 4th year class is proposing to the office.  As i was reading it, i was slowly bidding farewell to my summer break.  But as I reached the end of the proposal a line has somehow put me back to my senses, "Atty. Bathan, thank you so much for giving us time, our batch appreciates you so much xxx"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching and the academe will never be a walk in the park.. it will not even be financially compensating either.  But it is because of simple moments like this that tells me, I am doing the right thing and this is where i should be.. So now i'm off to school.. L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-1930289413041297381?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/1930289413041297381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/03/livin-and-lovin-vocation-of-teaching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/1930289413041297381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/1930289413041297381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/03/livin-and-lovin-vocation-of-teaching.html' title='LiviN&apos; and LoviN the vocAtIoN of TeacHiNG'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S5SS_aVGr8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1HgPNsNnJfI/s72-c/teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-8512147636027137490</id><published>2010-01-15T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:25:10.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elementary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SJA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Blast from the PAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7q-4_WWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mqeDUJFrc7U/s1600-h/SJA-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7q-4_WWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mqeDUJFrc7U/s400/SJA-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427043898092378466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after 20 years..... SJA Elementary Batch '90&lt;br /&gt;1-10-10 @ Talamban Leisure Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;We get to have our firsts of most things that matter in life during our elementary years. And the simplicity of our lives back then as well as the carefree moments in school and the uncomplicated life after dismissal would make you want to go back to those times these days. I spent and finished my elementary years in St. Joseph's Academy in Mandaue City.  Previously it was run by the ICM Sisters which makes us the sister school of St. Theresa's College in Cebu City.  Though run by nuns, the elementary school of SJA is coed and highschool is exclusive for girls only.  And so we had boys who had to wear shorts up until our graduation while the girls wear dark blue skirt with long neckties which we use alternately as wipes and hankies.  After graduation, boys are compelled to go to other schools for high school while most girls would carry on with SJA.  In my case, I, along with four (4) other classmates went to Science High. Because high school is another chapter of ones life where new adventures unfold, one tends to be occupied with it leaving behind the friendship and memories that were made back in elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7qW-IbJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1xx9UetXcgA/s1600-h/SJA-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7qW-IbJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1xx9UetXcgA/s400/SJA-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427043887376526482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;making up for lost time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I belong to Batch'90 in elementary where I had my share of 1st... 1st suitor - in Grade 2! haha, yeah, I had a boy from 2-B who would do Menudo song and dance antics and shower me with Serg's chocolates and iced candy, he ended up with a broken arm after a performance; 1st rival -- apparently the suitor had a so-called admirer or was also the object of that boy's interest, can't really recall; 1st loveteam -- yeah, we were after all coed so teasing boys with girls was fairly normal; 1st crush -- uuhmm, i'd rather not talk about it, hehe :); 1st star performances-- i was after all leading them in our field demonstrations; 1st speeches, trainings, leadership and organization skills -- we had those trainings back then; 1st set of bestfriends and barkadas -- after spending 6-8 years together you will definitely become friends; 1st taste of independence (the kiddy version) -- back then, it was  a biggie to be riding a jeep with out a nanny or the freedom to stay in school or the church after class before heading home or walking home with friends from school..it made us feel like adults which we were so eager to be at that time :) Well there were so many other firsts then but because of our age, we never get to realize just how fond and fun it were until years after..like 20 years after!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7qO4a6oI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ww_YQil54FY/s1600-h/SJA-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7qO4a6oI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ww_YQil54FY/s400/SJA-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427043885205088898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still the same kiddos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;After 20 years, we decided to meet up (finally!) We tried to round up our batch and gather for the much awaited and long over due reunion! At first, I'm sure people were a bit apprehensive as to how far people have changed for the last 20 years and if it would be an awkward gathering of sorts but one thing was sure, everyone who knew about it were so eager to go and it was a goo sign.. And so on January 10, 2010, we met and all the doubts were gone.   The 20 long years of not being able to see each other and catch up on each others lives didn't seem to matter that day.. In an instant, we became children all over again .. we were all in agreement that this was one of the happiest times ever and that it was just a beginning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7p-jGxtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/545PfDFxc-I/s1600-h/SJA-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7p-jGxtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/545PfDFxc-I/s400/SJA-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427043880820721362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this photo is just an understatement of how happy we were and how fun that day was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;At the end of the day, we decided that after twenty long years, that gathering was just a start.. We need to catch up on those many years.. and we need to strengthen our bond of friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7pstZ7NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9CcdsZr0A5E/s1600-h/SJA-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7pstZ7NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9CcdsZr0A5E/s400/SJA-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427043876032081106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like the old times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our elementary days in SJA we experienced our firsts... our gathering that day will definitely not be our last..&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-8512147636027137490?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8512147636027137490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/01/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/8512147636027137490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/8512147636027137490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/01/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the PAST'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/S1C7q-4_WWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mqeDUJFrc7U/s72-c/SJA-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-6741950582925507935</id><published>2010-01-01T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T04:01:51.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>A Celebration of FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The holiday season has always been a time for reunions and gatherings not just among families but also with friends.  This year, I had the chance to rekindle old friendship and celebrate the recent ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY COLLEGE FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz628TIPztI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tp5TpmgKcTg/s1600-h/DSCF0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz628TIPztI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tp5TpmgKcTg/s320/DSCF0992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972148443926226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's not hard for us to get along the moment we entered college.  After all, most of us have been friends in the past.  We were either high school classmates, elementary classmates or pre-elementary classmates.  One of the kikay groups in college known to party on weekdays and weekends, never a visitor of the library except when we're sleepy, most often seen in the canteen doing the assignment, eating and yes, powder sessions. It's not hard to find where we're seated becoz it's always at the back so we can paint our nails, eat, sleep and hmm cheat?hehe.. But we all made it in college and in life as well.. A lawyer, a CPA, businesswomen (Wade shoes, fashion finds, Chemical corp), a biggie in a BPO, an owner of a grade school, a banker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a savior in PhilHealth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and happy Singapore dollar earners.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MY USC JUNIOR JAYCEE BUDDIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz6275G2mjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zBH75bFQCG0/s1600-h/DSCF1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz6275G2mjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zBH75bFQCG0/s320/DSCF1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972141458758194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I was setting off to Ayala to meet my Sci-Hi Buddies last December 31, I got a message from Vee telling me that the JJC buds were in Postrio at the Terraces.  I had to hurry and drop by because I could not pass up the chance to meet old friends from Junior Jaycees.  USC Junior Jaycees was my first and ultimate school organization in college.  Ryan Villaflores (guy to my left) was one phenomenal president who was the incumbent when I joined the org way back in 1st year college..he was succeeded by Tonite Adle (lady at the right).  Junior Jaycees made up my best years in college, it also taught me a lot of things, in love and life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MY LAW BUDDIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz627ssfS_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0GxeG0hi1IE/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz627ssfS_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0GxeG0hi1IE/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972138126953458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, indeed we are lawyers though we never act like one when we are together, that is.  Whether it's by a stroke of faith, luck or we really did work hard for it but yeah, we all passed the bar and made it.  &lt;/span&gt;I see them more often these days and nothing has changed since law school..we're still noisy, the men still drink a lot, us ladies like to talk a lot and we all love to eat a lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY HIGH SCHOOL BUDDIES&lt;br /&gt;CEBU CITY NATIONAL SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL BATCH 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz627L7EOFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/z5wluThJbB8/s1600-h/56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz627L7EOFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/z5wluThJbB8/s320/56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972129329723474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15 YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP AND STILL THE BEST A.K.A ULTIMATE BATCH :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz626iHlOGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/l1wgpfdJM5U/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz626iHlOGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/l1wgpfdJM5U/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972118107928674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despite the realization that we are not so young anymore, still it didn't actually matter.  Being together made us all young again..  After 15 years, we've become our own persons but yet, we still remained to be the kids that we were way back in high school where the fondest memories have been built and kept by us all these years.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So here's to all my friends who have been part of  my life.. I would not know how I'd be without you... to celebrate the good times, to keep the happy memories of the fun times, to be there in bad times and for all times.. here's to a long and lasting friendship, Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-6741950582925507935?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6741950582925507935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/01/celebration-of-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6741950582925507935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6741950582925507935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2010/01/celebration-of-friendship.html' title='A Celebration of FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sz628TIPztI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tp5TpmgKcTg/s72-c/DSCF0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-7407511152739108637</id><published>2009-12-29T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:46:32.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>This seat is taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SznBlxszxfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/foSXIbckQoM/s1600-h/family+christmas+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SznBlxszxfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/foSXIbckQoM/s400/family+christmas+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576481257702898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        Last year, my big brother thought of having a Kris Kringle in the compound plus the Fernandez family (my sis-in-law's fam) for Christmas dinner which turned out to be one happy family gathering and one of the best Christmas celebs ever. Back then, daddy was still around to celebrate with us.  Little did we know that it would be his last Christmas with the family, physically that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         In my previous blog, I have particularly mentioned dreading for Christmas to come because I would not know how to face the day knowing that it's not going to be like the Christmases I was used to.  But somehow, when the day came, i realized it wasn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         On the 24th, I woke up early to fetch D from work because we had to deliver gifts.  First stop was the flower shop. I had to buy dad a present from all of us.  Then went on to his resting place to give him the present.  I still could not believe he is spending Christmas in there (or up there) and here I am, giving him flowers and lighting candles, the only present I could give him.  My heart ached at the thought of it and at that moment, more than any other time I wish I could hand over my gift to him in person so I could plant a kiss on his cheek and hear him say "thank you" with his oh-so modulated voice.  But that didn't happen and from now on, I know it never will.  I left his resting place with a heavy heart and had to satisfy myself with the thought that, DADDY was the first person I spent Christmas with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Days prior I had dreamt of DAD for the first time since he left.  In my dream we were all gathered together (in a place i can't particularly remember) and all of a sudden DADDY began singing along with the Christmas Song playing in the background. Ate Lida told me that it simply meant DAD wanted us to be happy on Christmas day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         And so we proceeded with our Christmas dinner/party at big brother's house which again turned out to be one fun evening for everyone. We had Christmas head gears, games, prizes and food (ofcourse). And to keep the memories of a good night, we all had our pix taken.  One particular picture caught my attention after browsing over the uploads in facebook.  It's the one posted above.  That's us five siblings (Kuya Boyette a.k.a big Brother, Ate Lizzie a.k.a Dyosa of the Night, Nolan a.k.a. The good Son, Minnie (mouse) a.k.a Bright Girl and Moi a.ka. The Favorite (hehe) with MOM.  This is the first family picture (sans DADDY) after dad left. Funny I noticed an empty chair right beside MOM with KIFI (daddy's fave dog) sneaking from behind.  We didn't notice the empty chair when it was taken, we only saw it last night. It's as if the chair is reserved for someone.. DADDY, ofcourse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I believe that it is DADDY's way to telling us that we should be happy this Christmas and in the coming years because even if he is not with us physically, he is celebrating with us spirit.  And so, we shall continue to save you a seat, DAD.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         Merry Christmas! I miss and love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6741367681218390663-7407511152739108637?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7407511152739108637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-seat-is-taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/7407511152739108637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/7407511152739108637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-seat-is-taken.html' title='This seat is taken'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SznBlxszxfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/foSXIbckQoM/s72-c/family+christmas+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-3565708383211590331</id><published>2009-12-22T21:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:58:16.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atty-at-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>CHURCH vs. STATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SzGtN0R9e8I/AAAAAAAAADs/OA5MQuYGzc8/s1600-h/church+and+state.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SzGtN0R9e8I/AAAAAAAAADs/OA5MQuYGzc8/s400/church+and+state.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418302279587298242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In as much as I am a devout Catholic, meaning, I have my faith in tact, I still maintain that as an individual and a human being, God has given me the gift to be rational and to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have always believed that the Church (any church) should never meddle with the affairs of the state.  Neither should they use the methods available in the church or disguise their meddling through religious exercises by justifying it through claims of moral issues contrary to religious doctrines and compel the devotees to join in their cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I had the shock of my life when I heard mass last Sunday and we were asked to pray the Oratio Imperata.  I had to listen to its words and read the screen in front to know that the mandated prayer was an Oratio Imperata against the Reproductive Health Bill.  I stood up and sat down and waited until the rest of the attendees were done with the mandated prayer.  Truth be told, I did not say the prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am for the Reproductive Health Bill.  With all due respect to the Catholic Church and its leaders, i believe the act of the church in having an Oratio Imperata has encroached the borders of church towards the state.  I thought this mandated prayer is only for calamities where everyone should be one in their faith so they can be spared from a disaster ( famine, typhoon, viral disease, epidemic)  I did not know this too can be used to address political matters the church leaders are strongly opposing but to which a certain number of its devotees are in favor of, me included.  I have my reasons why i am for the bill, but it doesn't mean my faith and devotion has wavered simply because i favor a legislation which merely gives an individual a choice, a bill which protects and educates the women and the young, a bill which can nip in the bud the never ending problem of poverty and overpopulation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Just as the bill still gives the individual a choice, i believe the church can only preach and enlighten its devotees.  It can not mandate them to pray for something they are in favor of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-3565708383211590331?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3565708383211590331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/church-vs-state.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3565708383211590331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3565708383211590331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/church-vs-state.html' title='CHURCH vs. STATE'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SzGtN0R9e8I/AAAAAAAAADs/OA5MQuYGzc8/s72-c/church+and+state.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-5291722135414159626</id><published>2009-12-13T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:08:31.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SyU3Xxb44hI/AAAAAAAAADk/tYMNAZtA51o/s1600-h/shopping+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SyU3Xxb44hI/AAAAAAAAADk/tYMNAZtA51o/s320/shopping+bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414795008529719826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I always find shopping therapeutic.  Whether it's the real deal or just plain window shopping (which i do almost always) or even online shopping, it doesn't really matter.  Fact is, i like the feeling of exploring new finds, new trends and the latest fashion craze.  It keeps me balanced after long days..or weeks of work. It's like coffee, it perks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Today is the exception.  After class i went straight to Ayala to finish my Christmas shopping for my family and i was darn determined to buy them the things they wanted in their wish list so i could begin my long list of shopping for my "inaanaks".  And so it became some sort of marathon which meant long walks, long lines in the cashier and mind boggling-brain racking analysis on whether the size would fit or the color would match.  And my wedgees weren't of any help today.  In as much as I was happy to find it yesterday while looking for a gift for my sister, i realized it was not fit for long walks and prolonged standing. The only breather i got today was my doze of Toffee Nut (thank you D) and some blush-on finds which wasn't as pricey. Overall, shopping today was a bit of a torture for me physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Coming home I checked on my family list, I felt good becoz I only have one more gift to buy which i can do for later when big brother comes home and gives me a more affordable/realizable wish list.  And so i can begin shopping at the kids department this week. Hopefully I get to finish shopping for gifts this week and hopefully i still have money left for me and then i'll shop again.. weeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-5291722135414159626?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5291722135414159626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/confessions-of-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/5291722135414159626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/5291722135414159626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/confessions-of-shopaholic.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SyU3Xxb44hI/AAAAAAAAADk/tYMNAZtA51o/s72-c/shopping+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-4302716794620099131</id><published>2009-12-10T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:55:55.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pbb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Joining the Rest of the Country feel the MELASON Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SyC3iSZg2JI/AAAAAAAAADc/CXczuUYg5FQ/s1600-h/melason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SyC3iSZg2JI/AAAAAAAAADc/CXczuUYg5FQ/s320/melason.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413528551781619858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the risk of being called "baduy" (duh! like i care) i am officially announcing that i am a MELASON fanatic and i watch Pinoy Big Brother Double Up everyday.  In fact, i look forward to watching every episode every night.  My day is not complete without it. And its the only TV show i watch.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i like it? Hmmmm.. well, it shows life's simple joys from simple persons and it talks about how people with diverse attitudes and values interact with each other.  And there is the "kilig" factor between Melissa and Jason who has swept me off my feet to the point of making me want to audition as well.. (kidding..not, kidding not..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of speculations have come out especially about it being scripted and all. I believe it's not. But whether or not it is, fact remains that it has effectively reached out to the viewing public and has them glued to the tube every night to update themselves of the latest happenings inside the house which happenings become the topic for next day's morning coffee and lunch breaks, heck even during parties.  I am sure it has grown a huge number of fans..me included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-4302716794620099131?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4302716794620099131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/joiing-rest-of-country-feel-melason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/4302716794620099131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/4302716794620099131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/joiing-rest-of-country-feel-melason.html' title='Joining the Rest of the Country feel the MELASON Fever'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SyC3iSZg2JI/AAAAAAAAADc/CXczuUYg5FQ/s72-c/melason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-2261469306418845577</id><published>2009-12-07T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:34:21.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atty-at-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good governance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>What is LEGAL may not always be right and MORAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SxzjVXO1ZdI/AAAAAAAAADU/jHxekGxuz_U/s1600-h/Law+Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SxzjVXO1ZdI/AAAAAAAAADU/jHxekGxuz_U/s200/Law+Book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412450808345486802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Much to my dismay as a constituent of this beloved Republic and shame as a Filipino, Gloria Macapagal Arroyo had the gall to file her certificate of candidacy as member of Congress. I have resigned to the idea that I will have to bear with a President who is as heartless as she is greedy for power, as corrupt as she commits all forms of blunder.  I figured it will only be six months more until I will see the dawn of the new day for this country.  But lo and behold! She clings like monkey to her post! Now wasn't that part of her SONA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Whether or not she can run can be addressed in two ways.  First, in accordance to the laws of man and Second, based on the ordinance of reason compounded from moral values in recognizance to a higher form of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The laws of man is not perfect and yet this is the instrument by which every sovereign is assured of a just and orderly government.  Reigning supreme in the Philippines is our 1987 Constitution under which law, the President is disqualified from seeking any reelection which by definition clearly means running for the same office. Obviously, Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is not seeking for reelection but as member of Congress.  Absent any of the disqualifications for one to become congressman, Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo may thus, run for Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Looking at this issue on a more wider perspective and taking into consideration the wisdom of the law as well the moral, ethical and Filipino traditional values, Gloria Macapagal Arroyo can not and should not run for any other office after her term as President of the Republic.  To be President of the Republic is a position that requires utmost dignity which must be wielded by someone with probity at all times even after serving his/her term of office.  Upon assumption of office, the Chief Executive has six (6) years to serve the Filipino people and realize his/her vision for the country after which she should pass it on to another person who so rightfully deserves to serve as well.  In the case of Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo she had nine (9) years.  Nine (9) years to prove her worth but patently failed. Nine (9) years of growing a deaf ear from all the clamor and protest from an obviously dismayed constituent.  And despite serving for a long period of time, she still had the nerve to say she is not ready to step down from public office.  She was supposed to have reached her peak, the twilight years of her public service after achieving the highest position of the land and yet she is willing to sell herself low and short if only to stick like glue to fame and power.  If that is not lack of self worth and delicadeza then I do not know what else to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We do not need a law in order to know that Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo could not and should not run for reelection or any other elective position.  For just as man is an imperfect being creating an imperfect law, there is a higher form of law which although unwritten exists right within in the confines of natural law and the dictates of our conscience.  For what is legal may not always be right and moral.&lt;br /&gt;Man being a rational being is given a wide latitude of knowing what is right from wrong, and clearly Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo either refuses to see what is right or is just too desperate to cover up her wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-2261469306418845577?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2261469306418845577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-legal-may-not-always-be-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/2261469306418845577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/2261469306418845577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-legal-may-not-always-be-right.html' title='What is LEGAL may not always be right and MORAL'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SxzjVXO1ZdI/AAAAAAAAADU/jHxekGxuz_U/s72-c/Law+Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-3898512332420236988</id><published>2009-11-28T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:44:16.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>IT'S bEGiNnINg to LoOK a LoT LiKE CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SxHNjuJQVAI/AAAAAAAAADM/xK3odSwUg_8/s1600/christmas+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SxHNjuJQVAI/AAAAAAAAADM/xK3odSwUg_8/s200/christmas+ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409330641014641666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved Christmas and i look forward to the Christmas shopping and our family's traditional Christmas dinner and opening of gifts.  I look forward to the quality time we spend in decorating the house, putting up the Christmas lights, filling up the tree with gifts, shopping for gifts and posting of our Christmas wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually get the Christmas kick after we put up the decors which is around middle of November.  However, this year we were a bit delayed.  Thinking about it, i suppose it could be because everybody's been busy but then again, truth be told even if we dont say it out loud, its because this Christmas and the coming ones will not, make that never be the same. We are no longer complete and this will be our first Christmas without dad.  I honestly dread for Christmas day to come because my heart aches just by the thought that it is fast approaching but then again, i know life must and has to go on and dad would not want me sad either, i am sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were used to the traditional red, green and gold color motifs for our Christmas decors, but all of a sudden, mom said she does not like red for Christmas this year.  Whether its because its too happy a color, or it reminds her of dad or maybe she really does want another color for a change, i do not dare ask.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, im saying goodbye to the reds this year and will welcome the tangerine gold and green color motifs along with my credit card bill from the decor overhaul.  Our Christmas will change but dad will remain in our hearts..our decors will change but it will still be filled with the same love our family has shared all these years.. And so I look forward to the holiday season..and yes, its beginning to look a lot like Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-3898512332420236988?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3898512332420236988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3898512332420236988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3898512332420236988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='IT&apos;S bEGiNnINg to LoOK a LoT LiKE CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SxHNjuJQVAI/AAAAAAAAADM/xK3odSwUg_8/s72-c/christmas+ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-8118935764405048273</id><published>2009-11-23T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:55:32.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><title type='text'>FiNdIng the Right Gift foR D</title><content type='html'>In a few days, D and I will be celebrating our 2nd year together.  I can't believe its been that long already but it was in fact, in deed. &lt;br /&gt;I have been quiet busy the past days that I have not been able to have time for myself or take time to find a gift for D. I have exactly two days to think of one and buy it.. and the clock ticks, now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-8118935764405048273?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8118935764405048273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-right-gift-for-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/8118935764405048273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/8118935764405048273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-right-gift-for-d.html' title='FiNdIng the Right Gift foR D'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-6933277883556849429</id><published>2009-11-17T08:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:08:21.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atty-at-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>To Be Fearless and BEAUTIFUL;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SwLNJBcOdGI/AAAAAAAAACk/ImhfWRLU4nU/s1600/beauty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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text-decoration: none;"&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      I found this quote by MaryAnne Williamson which was used by Nelson Mandela during his inaugural speech.  This quote has set me to a perfect mood  today that from now on, I will try my very best to say it every morning when i wake up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Why don't you try it too?  It's high time we pass on the light :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-6933277883556849429?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6933277883556849429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-fearless-and-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6933277883556849429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6933277883556849429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-fearless-and-beautiful.html' title='To Be Fearless and BEAUTIFUL;'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SwLNJBcOdGI/AAAAAAAAACk/ImhfWRLU4nU/s72-c/beauty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-6126537396823092832</id><published>2009-11-15T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:43:21.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacquiao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>ThE IRoNy of TwO FiGHteRs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SwALcIeBg1I/AAAAAAAAACc/84mCn2KLqZQ/s1600-h/gorres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SwALcIeBg1I/AAAAAAAAACc/84mCn2KLqZQ/s320/gorres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404332130782249810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SwALb4C256I/AAAAAAAAACU/UDMy1ceEJ6s/s1600-h/Pacman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SwALb4C256I/AAAAAAAAACU/UDMy1ceEJ6s/s320/Pacman.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404332126373341090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the Philippines, Boxing is a sport that is denominated by persons who belong to the 3rd class.  Mostly if not all, come from poor provincial families, are out of school and would opt to have their body bruised in an attempt to gain victory, fame and fortune thereby making their lives better.  Not realizing the risks or if they do, its one they are willing to gamble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Over the years, we have come to embrace boxing as a sport in which Philippines excel.  As a matter of fact, among the few (if any) medals our country has won in the Olympics, i think boxing is one (of the few, ofcourse!)  And in the recent years, we have come to appreciate the game and take pride of our players both in the professional and amateur levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Just this weekend, we have witnessed two of our pride fearlessly face the challenge in the ring.  Z 'the dream" Gorres and Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao.  Both come from the grass roots.  Both of them dreamed to be champions and dared to take the risk in the hope of making their lives better through boxing. And both of them made the Philippines proud after beating their opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      But there ended the similarity of their fate.  For while Pacman, after beating up Cotto will still continue to gooble up any fighter and bag more millions, Z Gorres' dreams has turned into a nightmare. His victory against Melendez last Friday ended his boxing career and God forbid, his life.  As Manny Pacquiao savors his hard earned winnings by splurging on designer labels and partying with glam society's whose who, Z Gorres winnings will most likely be eaten up by hospital bills. I bet Pacman's promoters are now in the wraps for his next fight (paging Mayweather :p) and up to now I'm still glued to the tube to catch the latest update on the status of Z Gorres whose condition is still uncertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      The lights went brighter for one fighter.. the lights went off for the other.  Both of them dreamed, risked and fought the fight. Fate was kind to one yet cruel to the other. This is their story, the irony of the two fighers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-6126537396823092832?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6126537396823092832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/11/irony-of-two-fighters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6126537396823092832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6126537396823092832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/11/irony-of-two-fighters.html' title='ThE IRoNy of TwO FiGHteRs'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SwALcIeBg1I/AAAAAAAAACc/84mCn2KLqZQ/s72-c/gorres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-3234173602438886732</id><published>2009-11-07T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:13:17.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Why Im Kapamilya</title><content type='html'>Always loved ABS-CBN's Stations IDs.. Looking forward to a more meaningful Christmas and a New Year full of hope for me, USJR, D, my family and this country :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ad74de437184b2d5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad74de437184b2d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141570%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5637C36BBD59109B2A348845FF189AC0015D45D8.7819E70E282E0C3024F981A936E999479AB99A84%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad74de437184b2d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8gDTIa_-TXBppVx0Eh4wMrXdgLY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad74de437184b2d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141570%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5637C36BBD59109B2A348845FF189AC0015D45D8.7819E70E282E0C3024F981A936E999479AB99A84%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad74de437184b2d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8gDTIa_-TXBppVx0Eh4wMrXdgLY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-3234173602438886732?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3234173602438886732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/11/thats-why-im-kapamilya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3234173602438886732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3234173602438886732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/11/thats-why-im-kapamilya.html' title='That&apos;s Why Im Kapamilya'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-2158643801204692674</id><published>2009-10-30T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:04:59.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good governance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn for the PiNOYs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I have recently posted a blog criticizing presidential wannabees for their advertisements that seem to account their achievements in public service while shouting to the whole world that they are as poor as the poorest "Juan".  These ads somehow try so hard to convince that they love the country so much by mingling with the poor whose names i bet they don't actually know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, yesterday I saw an advertisement that caught my attention.  Not only because it was star studded but because unlike the brouhaha-ish ads i have grown so tired of watching (it makes me want to puke already) this advertisement has somehow made me want to take part in making this country better and that WE can make it better. The song actually speaks about telling a potential leader that this election, the presidency and running this country is not his feat but the entire country's and that this time, he will not be alone because the Filipino has now awaken to the stark reality that this country, the Philippines is still worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The video symbolically showed that in this dark days, we are all the torch bearers. As bearers, we carry the light by standing up, moving forward and passing it on to others so that they may become bearers of the light like us. And that as we move forward in unity, soon we shall see the light.  In time this nation's dark days will be over, the dawn has broken for us PiNOYs and soon we shall see the light just as the sun will rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you may catch the link at this site-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W16OSkUNNd8"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W16OSkUNNd8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-2158643801204692674?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2158643801204692674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/breaking-dawn-for-pinoys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/2158643801204692674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/2158643801204692674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/breaking-dawn-for-pinoys.html' title='Breaking Dawn for the PiNOYs'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-5954516730418858855</id><published>2009-10-27T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:54:51.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good governance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The WOLRD needs A LEADER like HIM, read on</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: maroon; font-size: 24pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: navy; font-size: 24pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: maroon; font-size: 24pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needs A Leader Like This!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="ecxecxecxecx_x0000_i1025" src="http://f328.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f1254144%5fAB%2fOjkQAAGy9SuJ5sg3K53GQN18&amp;amp;pid=2.2&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="299" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Prime Minister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Kevin Rudd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47);"&gt; - Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#2f2f2f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 47, 47); font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#004200;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 66, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims who want to live under &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1256629718_3"&gt;Islamic  Sharia law&lt;/span&gt; were told on Wednesday to get out of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1256629718_4"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; , as the  government targeted radicals in a bid to head off potential &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1256629718_5"&gt;terror attacks&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separately, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rudd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#004200;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 66, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; angered some Australian Muslims on Wednesday by saying he supported spy agencies monitoring the nation's mosques. Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#004200;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 66, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'IMMIGRANTS, NOT &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1256629718_6"&gt;AUSTRALIANS&lt;/span&gt;, MUST ADAPT. Take It Or Leave It. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1256629718_7"&gt;terrorist attacks&lt;/span&gt; on Bali , we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Australians. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This culture has been developed over two centuries of struggles,  trials and victories by  millions of men and women who have sought freedom'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We speak mainly ENGLISH, not Spanish, Lebanese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society . Learn the language!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Most Australians believe in God. This is not some Christian, right wing, political push, but a fact, because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We will accept your beliefs, and will not question why. All we ask is that you accept ours, and live in harmony and peaceful enjoyment with us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is OUR COUNTRY, OUR LAND, and OUR LIFESTYLE, and we will allow you every opportunity to enjoy all this. But once  you are done complaining, whining, and griping about Our Flag, Our Pledge, Our Christian beliefs, or Our &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1256629718_8"&gt;Way of Life&lt;/span&gt;, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great Australian freedom, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'THE RIGHT TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEAVE'.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you aren't happy here then LEAVE. We didn't force you to come here. You asked to be here. So accept the country YOU accepted.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we circulate this amongst ourselves, WE will find the courage to start speaking and voicing the same truths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#004200;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 66, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-5954516730418858855?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5954516730418858855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wolrd-needs-leader-like-him-read-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/5954516730418858855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/5954516730418858855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wolrd-needs-leader-like-him-read-on.html' title='The WOLRD needs A LEADER like HIM, read on'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-282719817898381984</id><published>2009-10-19T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:23:42.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>LEts  RoCK  the VOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/St1XUq0JEwI/AAAAAAAAACM/3WH7HRFQWtI/s1600-h/Boto-Mo-iPatrol-Mo-Ako-ang-Simula-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/St1XUq0JEwI/AAAAAAAAACM/3WH7HRFQWtI/s400/Boto-Mo-iPatrol-Mo-Ako-ang-Simula-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394563941261710082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV Commercials these days is like a war between the Pinoy Politicos who seem to parade their achievements, showing to poor Juan that they are the popular choice of their paid extras.  That they are the answer to the 90 million Filipinos who are growing by the dozen and by the day and they smile to every crowd, hugging even the most insignificant person on screen.  But i bet you if i ask them right now the names of those persons, they do not even know them.  Pity that the ever hungry Pinoy would readily accept a measly sum just to get a moment of fame in the silver screen with their benefactor who could care less about their names much more their plight, all because the money they get can feed their empty stomachs.  Funny how our Politicians whose statement of assets and liabilities do not seem to coincide with their lifestyle are racing and screaming on television that they too were as poor as a rat, that at some point like them, they too have nothing to eat.  Amazing how they claim to be the answer to this country's poverty and that they bring solution as to how we can pay our debts when they are already wasting millions from these advertisements while the money could have been used to help poor Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Philippine Politics ladies and gentlemen..I say IS because this does not necessarily have to be the Philippine Politics tomorrow.  Something must and can be done.  It is time we take a stand on national issues.  A good politician does not have to rant about what he has done, his deeds will echo it for him.. It time to vote..not just vote but LET'S ROCK THE VOTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-282719817898381984?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/282719817898381984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-rock-vote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/282719817898381984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/282719817898381984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-rock-vote.html' title='LEts  RoCK  the VOTE'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/St1XUq0JEwI/AAAAAAAAACM/3WH7HRFQWtI/s72-c/Boto-Mo-iPatrol-Mo-Ako-ang-Simula-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-1823426390190654658</id><published>2009-10-14T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T04:59:18.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Souls and Sirens</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when you hear a siren from behind the back of your car and then you panic to switch lane so the vehicle can pass only to know it's just one those "eyebrow-raising so-called who are you VIP" passing through.. and there you are all caught in the traffic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is actually a law as to who can use these sirens.. and the rest are supposed to be ordinary souls like us...  Reading Sassy Lawyer's Blog, someone tipped her off about this video and this is so true here in the islands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd9bfd3ba173f3a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd9bfd3ba173f3a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141570%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B25BB7C251C2837E81063EC6D3B6E6CB8EC1F5B.74B75A7C473B553BBF0265CE0ECC3CF673AE5DCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd9bfd3ba173f3a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D09bycYPf4RnTZ8MOVrhyQZCb9sw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd9bfd3ba173f3a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141570%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B25BB7C251C2837E81063EC6D3B6E6CB8EC1F5B.74B75A7C473B553BBF0265CE0ECC3CF673AE5DCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd9bfd3ba173f3a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D09bycYPf4RnTZ8MOVrhyQZCb9sw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-1823426390190654658?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/1823426390190654658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/1823426390190654658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/1823426390190654658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Souls and Sirens'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-3258459778132653081</id><published>2009-10-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:18:32.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The WinD BeneatH my WingS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/StSXcHiVs3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ukT4eNdqdXo/s1600-h/Daddy6x5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/StSXcHiVs3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ukT4eNdqdXo/s320/Daddy6x5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392101163184534386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOTERO H.Y. BATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 22, 1933   -  September 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my dad.  Exactly a month ago he heeded to God's call for him to come home and i have been missing him so much since then.  I owe him my life and every waking morning i will owe him even more.  Here's a song that best describe who he is to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wind Beneath My Wings"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been cold there in my shadow,&lt;br /&gt;to never have sunlight on your face.&lt;br /&gt;You were content to let me shine, that's your way.&lt;br /&gt;You always walked a step behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was the one with all the glory,&lt;br /&gt;while you were the one with all the strength.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful face without a name for so long.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful smile to hide the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero,&lt;br /&gt;and everything I would like to be?&lt;br /&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have appeared to go unnoticed,&lt;br /&gt;but I've got it all here in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.&lt;br /&gt;I would be nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero?&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I wish I could be.&lt;br /&gt;I could fly higher than an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you you're my hero?&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything I wish I could be.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,&lt;br /&gt;so high I almost touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you,&lt;br /&gt;thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DADDY AND I MISS YOU....I CAN NEVER THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR BEING THE BEST DADDY IN THE WORLD AND I WILL ALWAYS BE PRIVILEGED TO BE CALLED YOUR DAUGHTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-3258459778132653081?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3258459778132653081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wind-beneath-my-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3258459778132653081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3258459778132653081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wind-beneath-my-wings.html' title='The WinD BeneatH my WingS'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/StSXcHiVs3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ukT4eNdqdXo/s72-c/Daddy6x5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-8628652301998388055</id><published>2009-10-12T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:29:07.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>RAIN RAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/StPHtIz76nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GocrU0JblRc/s1600-h/morning+dew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/StPHtIz76nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GocrU0JblRc/s200/morning+dew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391872757165976178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a crisp, cold, rainy Tuesday morning and was amazed at how differently green the leaves are when it rains.  With my booze of OWL Coffee i sit silently and listened to the rythm of the rain.. It's a beautiful morning indeed. And so tell me, how does one fight the urge to just stay in bed or home today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-8628652301998388055?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8628652301998388055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/8628652301998388055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/8628652301998388055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-rain.html' title='RAIN RAIN'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/StPHtIz76nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GocrU0JblRc/s72-c/morning+dew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-4625298700622581859</id><published>2009-10-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:48:40.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>thank God for COFFEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Still about coffee... nevermind that i had a "so so" encounter at FUDGE yesterday.  Its really not that bad and i should give them the benefit of the doubt afterall they just opened.  (you might want to judge them yourself, they are at a.s fortuna st near peace convent)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, browsing through some blogs i ran into one that talks about COFFEE.. aah, im craving for one as i write this.. i can smell the aroma of a freshly brewed coffee.. now as i was saying, there's a blog that talks about coffee and i was glad it talks freely about it, to quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Coffee explores the environmental and social impacts of the coffee industry and recommends ways for consumers to make socially and environmentally responsible coffee purchases at the grocery store or in a coffee shop. Concerned about how coffee affects human health? Learn about the impacts of caffeine, the world's most commonly-used drug, on your body. Curious about how coffee became so popular? Discover its early controversial reputation as a "revolutionary drink," and consider the culture that surrounds coffee in the twenty-first century."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there is a future in coffee... thank God for coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read about coffee, check the blog   &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.coffeehabitat.com/2009/10/coffee-the-world-in-your-cup.html" title="Remove frame and go to this web address."&gt;         http://www.coffeehabitat.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-4625298700622581859?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4625298700622581859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-god-for-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/4625298700622581859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/4625298700622581859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-god-for-coffee.html' title='thank God for COFFEE'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-6445486647676791616</id><published>2009-10-11T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T04:25:22.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><title type='text'>CAFFEINE, anyone?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/StG_EZKE3wI/AAAAAAAAABk/od5s-_DJJPE/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/StG_EZKE3wI/AAAAAAAAABk/od5s-_DJJPE/s200/coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391300311132724994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I never actually had the chance to enjoy the weekend after all the catching up and make up classes, backlogs with work in school and in the law office ( Lord bless USJR and the firm..) and IBP matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the PC with booklets to check on the side, my BB that rings nonstop reminding me of my to-do list for tomorrow and the days' workload ahead i need to keep my sanity intact lest i bog down before i get things done..  I need a break and i need something to booze my energy, lift my spirit and perk me up! I need  coffee and my doze of Starbucks.. and im headed there now, with my booklets for checking in tow.. Coffee anyone? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-6445486647676791616?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6445486647676791616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/caffeine-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6445486647676791616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6445486647676791616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/caffeine-anyone.html' title='CAFFEINE, anyone?!'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/StG_EZKE3wI/AAAAAAAAABk/od5s-_DJJPE/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-922088608420334386</id><published>2009-10-10T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:39:41.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><title type='text'>Waking UP now that September has ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;September has always been the busiest month for me.. It has been exceptionally so for this year.  A lot has happened and im lucky to have survived it all.  Life, despite its complexities remains to be a wonder and Im glad that the cycle is over, for now.  I in turn await for another corner, another bend, another downhill..afterall what could be worst than September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&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/6741367681218390663-922088608420334386?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/922088608420334386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/waking-up-now-that-september-has-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/922088608420334386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/922088608420334386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/10/waking-up-now-that-september-has-ended.html' title='Waking UP now that September has ended'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-5806057169515377745</id><published>2009-08-09T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:25:42.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninoy's Letter to Balsy</title><content type='html'>August 18, 1973&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FortBonifacio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makati, Rizal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Maria Elena C. Aquino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Times St. Quezon City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Ballsy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write you this letter with tears in my eyes and as if steel fingers are crushing my heart because I wanted so much to be with you as you celebrate your legal emancipation. Now that you have come of age, my love, a voice tells me that I am no longer young and suddenly, I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old poet gave this advice very long ago “when you are sad, remember the roses will bloom in December.” I want to send you bouquet of roses, big red roses from my dreamland garden. Unfortunately for the present, my roses are not in bloom, in fact they have dropped all their petals and only the thorns are left to keep me company. I do think it is fitting to send you a thicket of thorns on this memorable day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of you because you have inherited all the best traits of your mother. You are sensible, responsible, even-tempered and sincere with the least pretenses and affection which vehemently detest in a woman. I am sure like your mother, you will possess that rare brand of silent courage and that combination of fidelity and fortitude that will be the life vest of your man in the tragic moments of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my lonely hours of solitary confinement in FortMagsaysay, Laur, Nueva Ecija last March and April with nothing else to do but pray and daydream, with only my fond memories to keep me company, I planned a weekend barrio fiesta for you in Tarlac for your 18th birthday. I fooled myself into believing that my ordeal would end with the fiscal year. I planned to invite all your classmates and friends and their families for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schedule called for an early departure by bus from Manila and the first stop will be Concepcion, where lunch will be served by the pool. And after lunch, you were to visit the SantaRitaElementary School to distribute cookies and ice cream to the children of that public school where you were first enrolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sheer nostalgia prompted me to include Santa Rita. We were only three then: Mommie, you and I. Those were the days of happy memories little responsibilities, tremendous freedom, a great future ahead and capped by a fulfillment of love. You are the first fruit of our union, the first proof of our love and the first seal of our affections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Concepcion we were to proceed to Luisita for the barrio fiesta. I intended to invite a friend who could roast an entire cow succulently. Swimming, pelota, dancing and eating would have been the order of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was reserved for a trip around the Hacienda and the mill and maybe golf for some of the parents and later a picnic-lunch on Uncle Tony’s Island. Return to Manila after lunch. I am afraid this will have to remain as one of the many dreams I had in Laur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our future has suddenly become uncertain and our fate unknown. I am even now beginning to doubt whether I’ll ever be able to return to you and the family. Hence, I would like to ask you these special favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your mother, whose love for you, you will never be able to match. She is not the greatest mother in the world, she is your sincerest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your younger sisters and brother and lavish them with the love and care I would like to continue giving them but am unable to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Noy-noy along and pray hard that he will grow to be a real, responsible man who in later years will protect you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the model for your three younger sisters. Your responsibility is therefore great. Please endeavor to live up to our highest expectations. Be more tolerant to Pinky, more accessible to Viel, our little genius-princess, and more charitable to Krissy, our baby doll, and make up for my neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, forgive me, my love, for not having been an ideal, good and thoughtful father to you all as I pursued public office. I had hopes and high resolve of making up, but I am afraid my destiny will not oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seal this letter with a drop of tear and a prayer in my heart, that somehow, somewhere we shall meet again and I will finally be able to make up for all my lapses, in the kingdom where justice reigns supreme and love is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-5806057169515377745?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5806057169515377745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ninoys-letter-to-balsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/5806057169515377745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/5806057169515377745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ninoys-letter-to-balsy.html' title='Ninoy&apos;s Letter to Balsy'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-3127556227064053183</id><published>2009-04-28T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:08:07.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atty-at-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my so called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackBerry'/><title type='text'>my BlackBerry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SfdFlWAoL5I/AAAAAAAAABc/lUfTZtIFiZg/s1600-h/blackberry-curve-8310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SfdFlWAoL5I/AAAAAAAAABc/lUfTZtIFiZg/s200/blackberry-curve-8310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329805191881961362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Life is so full of surprises!  Last night, Dwight dropped by the house on his way to his study sessions.  I did not expect to see him that night becoz i know he has loads to read but there he was at my doorstep with a box... inside is a red BlackBerry Curve smartphone.  I've always wanted one ever since Dwight had two of it. My phones are functional, they let me work my sked and do wi-fi, but this new BlackBerry does more and I love it.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-3127556227064053183?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3127556227064053183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blackberry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3127556227064053183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3127556227064053183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blackberry.html' title='my BlackBerry'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SfdFlWAoL5I/AAAAAAAAABc/lUfTZtIFiZg/s72-c/blackberry-curve-8310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-4847336710270795514</id><published>2009-04-17T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:20:14.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atty-at-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ted failon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obstruction of justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE THROUGH ADMINISTRATION OF INJUSTICE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     The video footage showing how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PNPs&lt;/span&gt; have inhumanely mishandled the case of Ted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Failon&lt;/span&gt; seemed like a ghost from the Martial Law past that has come to haunt poor Juan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dela&lt;/span&gt; Cruz all over again. If the police were too careless and heartless in conducting themselves in this case which involves a famous media person in a public place where all cameras on practically all TV Networks and print media have glued its eyes on, then just like in the horror movies.. "BE AFRAID..BE VERY AFRAID" because only God knows what they are capable of doing to an ordinary blue collared Juan who has been charged (take note, charged and not convicted) of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;measly&lt;/span&gt; crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     The police have repeatedly claimed that Ted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Failon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; are suspects for Obstruction of Justice. Truth be told, i am more inclined to rule that the case is one of suicide than foul play or murder/parricide/homicide.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               P.D. 1829 or Obstruction of Justice is committed when a person&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; who knowingly or willfully obstructs, impedes, frustrates or delays the apprehension of suspects and the investigation and prosecution of criminal cases by committing any of the following acts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;(a) Preventing witnesses from testifying in any criminal proceeding or from reporting the commission of any offense or the identity of any offender/s by means of bribery, misrepresentation, deceit, intimidation, force or threats;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;(b) Altering, destroying, suppressing or concealing any paper, record, document, or object with intent to impair its verity, authenticity, legibility, availability, or admissibility as evidence in any investigation of or official proceedings in criminal cases, or to be used in the investigation of, or official proceedings in, criminal cases;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;From the foregoing, it is quiet obvious that, intent must be present for such crime to be committed.  It makes me wonder why Ted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Failon&lt;/span&gt; and the rest of the his in-laws are already being arrested as if they have committed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heinous&lt;/span&gt; crime tantamount to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;threatening&lt;/span&gt; national safety and security when all that the police could pin them down for was their failure to allegedly report the incident for the sole reason that they have heeded to their human instinct which is to save the life a person, a loved one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;     The incident at the hospital showed patent and gross violation of fundamental human rights which should be condemned to the highest degree!  I could not fathom what could have been in the minds and hearts of the police when they insisted on taking Ted Failon and his in-laws who had nothing else in mind at those moment but the recovery of their beloved who was in critical condition.  I say it is stupid for any person especially the police to recommend and even insist on letting a patient whose life is extended by machines with all the tubes attached to her body be made to undergo a painful not to mention outdated paraffin test.  If one is not stupid for thinking such is alright then i say he is a complete idiot.  To make matters worse, the police' insensitivity to insist and take into custody the siblings of Trinidad Entong for questioning at a time when their sister is fighting for her life in the ICU at the New Era Hospital was far from lawless and arbitrary, it was completely barbaric.  Until the police can completely come up with its own theory and insist that the same is not suicide then there is no crime committed yet, so what is obstructed there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;      Ironic as it may be but we no longer feel safe under the cudgels of the persons tasked to protect and uphold our safety.  While the police continue to insist on pressing charges against the Failons for Obstruction of Justice in accordance to their own definition and not what the law actually provides, the higher authorities ought to do something.  The video footages clearly showed how injustice was administered and until such time when the punishment is imposed upon the very last person who had a hand in the inhuman treatment of the Failons...then we do not need to watch scary movies anymore, we simply open our TV, watch the news and Be afraid..be very afraid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-4847336710270795514?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4847336710270795514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/obstruction-of-justice-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/4847336710270795514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/4847336710270795514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/obstruction-of-justice-through.html' title='OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE THROUGH ADMINISTRATION OF INJUSTICE!!!'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-6871592584884220146</id><published>2009-04-14T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:25:04.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s lessons'/><title type='text'>Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREJUDICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -  The word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;prejudice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt; refers to prejudgment: making a decision about, before becoming aware of the relevant facts of, a case or event.  Initially this was referred to making a judgment of a person based on that person's race, religion, class, etcetera, before receiving information relevant to the particular issue on which the judgment is being made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be a hypocrite if i say that i am not guilty of pre-judging other people just like when i saw the video of Susan Boyle in Britain's got talent show.  Susan Boyle is a 47 year old brit who is unemployed.  She auditioned just like the others and came on stage flabby, shaggy and old.  At first i thought she was going to make fun of herself and pitied her.  The look on Simon Cowell's face and the audience confirmed that i thought the same way they did..waste of time..pity how people would allow themselves to be humiliated on national, make that international television just to get a few seconds of fame.&lt;br /&gt;But when she began to sing, I was stunned the moment the first note came from her angelic and close to perfect voice!  She sang the song better than any singer in Les Miserables' I dream a dream.  At the end of the video stream, i was speechless and ashamed of myself for judging her.  Underneath that flabby and shaggy old lady was a beautiful voice.. a precious gift truly her own.. And does she have talent?  Oh yes, she does indeed.  In fact it is far better than most skinny and sexy celebrity we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident with Susan Boyle is a concrete example of how prejudicial this world is.  And she is a constant reminder to us all that we should not judge people right away most especially on the basis of looks or appearance.  A crumpled paper package may contain the most precious gem. And we will never know what is inside unless we open it.  It takes a while to know and appreciate it but only then can we pass judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&lt;/a&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/6741367681218390663-6871592584884220146?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6871592584884220146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/prejudice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6871592584884220146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6871592584884220146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/prejudice.html' title='Prejudice'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-8627921362111221366</id><published>2009-04-07T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:23:46.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="elainebathan" author_possessive="elainebathan's"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I have just finished my morning prayer today and a verse in today's 1st reading has caught me "THE LORD HAS GIVEN ME THE TONGUE OF A TEACHER THAT I MAY KNOW HOW TO SUSTAIN THE WEARY WITH A WORD. Isaiah 50:4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, exactly 4 years ago April 8, 2005, was POPE JOHN Paul II's interment.  The reason why i will never forget that day was because it was also the very same day my Bar Examination result was released. It was perhaps the most horrifying day of my life which ended to be the most wonderful day of all as well.  We were told that the results would be released at 4PM that day since decoding began at 12N. The Pope's interment ceremony began at 12N and he was to be placed in the catacomb at exactly 4PM.  At exactly 12N and every hour thereafter, i was down on my knees praying the rosary, at about 7:10PM i received a call from my Tita Cora, who was so happy to tell me that i passed. After confirming with my friend Narlette who was working at the SC then, i was so consumed with emotion that i didn't know what to do. After pausing for a moment, i once again lit a candle in my altar, bent down on my knees to thank the Lord for granting my heart's desire. It was during that time when i prayed for Him to use me and the gift He has given me. I officially became a lawyer in May, 2005. When i came back, i was immediately offered the position as Assistant Dean of USJ-R. &lt;br /&gt;The verse i quoted really moved me.  Last night, i fell asleep thinking about my students who did not make it to last year's bar.  I realized i have only texted a few of them (the ones in my phone book) to say comforting words of God's plan, encouragement and assurance that they must never give up and should continue to believe that they can make it.  God has put me in this position for a reason and the verse reminded me of my role as a teacher.  And so today and for the rest of the Holy Week, i will commit myself to text my students and friends, for as what Mother Teresa has said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: comic sans ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;“Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we always learn to say a kind word or two to anyone we meet today and for the rest of our lives because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;true greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-8627921362111221366?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8627921362111221366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/kind-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/8627921362111221366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/8627921362111221366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/kind-words.html' title='Kind WORDS'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-3543833154508460305</id><published>2009-04-05T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:33:25.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts About the Bar Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The results of the 2008 Bar Examination has just been released. Frankly the anxiety that I felt last April 3, 2009 was nothing compared to what i felt way back April 8, 2005 when i waited for my own results. Just when i thought last year's results put thousands of lawyer wannabes dream into oblivion, this year's Bar seem to have brought back the pain, trauma and stigma of last year. Since 2005, this stigma and anxiety attack has been happening to me every year and this will have to continue for quiet sometime, until further notice (i.e. change of career path) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Each year, there are 3 persons involved..and below are my thoughts for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 1.    THE BAR PASSER a.k.a ATTORNEY, COMPANYERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; - Congratulations. You have made it, among the thousands of hopefuls you belong to the chosen few who have pleased the 8 gods of the exam and earned their approval to be part of the legal profession. You have earned your keep and proved to be worth the title "ATTY." before your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; - Be thankful to those helped you, who prayed for you, supported you and believed in you. You may have taken the examination alone, but you did not get there on your own. Learn to look back to where you come from, go back to your roots and say a word of gratitude to those who have made it easy for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; - Learn to be humble even though your heart is bursting with victory and happiness. Never let your success get to your system, just because you are a lawyer, does not make you any better than the rest of mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;      -  Live by your oath for the rest of your life.  Good luck and God bless, because you will still need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;       -  Pay it forward  and welcome to IBP CEBU CITY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 2.  TO THOSE WHO HAVE NOT BEEN TOO FORTUNATE THIS YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; - It may be painful and frustrating..but just because it is, it does not mean it should be. We do not shout ADELANTE! for nothing, we say it because we mean it.. Go on and move forward. Take it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; - Do not be discouraged with failure, that is part of life and it makes you savor the sweetness of victory that awaits you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;      -  Just as it is said in the book Twelfth Angel by Og Mandino, "never, never, never, never, never give up!" so must you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;      -  God has a plan for you.. you just have to believe and trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; - Call me or see me in skul (USJR Graduate or Recoletos Reviewee or anyone reading this). Let me know how we can help you. I would be glad to help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 3.  TO THIS YEAR'S BARRISTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;      -  Draw inspiration from the success of those who came before you. Remember, that if they can do it, so can you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; - The results have may put added pressure on you, but you just have to deal with it. Remember always that you draw your own destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; - Keep the faith and continue to be prayerful. Ask anyone who passed, and they will always tell you to pray... and so pray you must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;     -  Good luck and God Bless.. you will soon be a lawyer.  And so next year, please refer to item (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-3543833154508460305?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3543833154508460305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-about-bar-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3543833154508460305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/3543833154508460305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-about-bar-exam.html' title='Thoughts About the Bar Exam'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-467532132834462238</id><published>2009-04-05T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T07:00:15.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One FiNE DaY in tHE IsLAnD oF PAnDaNoN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sdi42cGlTJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9L-KnpBus9I/s1600-h/DSCF0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sdi42cGlTJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9L-KnpBus9I/s400/DSCF0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321206205134490770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sdixz1UfEgI/AAAAAAAAABA/16z-ceTpQ4E/s1600-h/DSCF0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sdixz1UfEgI/AAAAAAAAABA/16z-ceTpQ4E/s400/DSCF0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321198463782687234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to think of a nice place to go this summer.  I took out the idea of going out of the country this year considering the crisis and the uncertain economy which could very well affect legal practice. There's also work to consider and the boyfriend's Bar examinations.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was two weeks ago that i was able to browse through the very nice photos of Angel Selma Llaban in Facebook and i couldn't help but ask her where the photos were taken.. it were pictures of an island with fine white sand, clear beach water with less people.  And so she told me they went to Pandanon Island which is an hour's ride from Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;Determined to enjoy summer this year in a least costly manner, i rounded up my lawyer friends who all agreed to see the island with me.  Being the organizer, i had to browse through the web and check out feedbacks and write-ups about Pandanon.  Unfortunately, days before the scheduled trip, my friends had to cancel due to work. Not allowing anything to dampen my summer mood, i texted the boyfriend's cousin who needed to get away from her brokenhearted shell and bounce back from an ended relationship.  With her friends and family in tow, the boyfriend and his family in tow and my bestfriend, i just had a great summer, sunny day in the Island Of Pandanon.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have heard about it and would like to go, here are some tips and info for a hassle free and fun time in Pandanon..for those you who havent, here are reasons why you should be intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pandanon Island is part of Getafe, Bohol but it is nearer Cebu and is often mistaken to be part of Olanggo Island&lt;br /&gt;-It is about an hour to 1 1/2 hour boat ride from Hilton&lt;br /&gt;- Browsing through the internet, i learned that boat fares range between P3,000 to P3,500 for 12-20pax capacity  BUT luckily, we were able to get a 20 seater boat for only P2,000.. look for Don2x who sails the boat named "LUCI 20"&lt;br /&gt;- There are also packages and island tours that comes with free towels, food etc... you can avail of it as well but i actually do not recommend it&lt;br /&gt;-If you get easily get seasick, then take bonamine before the boat ride, waves can be big even on a clear day considering that its an open sea ride already&lt;br /&gt;- You can bring cooked food or you may opt to do the grilling there&lt;br /&gt;- Bring your own drinking water.. Pandanon Island does not have clean drinking water&lt;br /&gt;-Entrance fee is P150.00 (effective April 1, 2009) and cottage is P200.00 per hut&lt;br /&gt;- Bring sunblock, the island is so open and its very hot..but it is windy&lt;br /&gt;-Pandanon Island is a sand bar and is inhabited by only a few people.  It is clean and unexploited by man and so be sure to clean up before leaving and do not leave your trash anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandanon Island is one of Philippines' pride and im so happy to have spent my summer there this year.. who needs to go abroad when you can relax here in our very own.  Have a great summer everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-467532132834462238?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/467532132834462238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-fine-day-in-island-of-pandanon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/467532132834462238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/467532132834462238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-fine-day-in-island-of-pandanon.html' title='One FiNE DaY in tHE IsLAnD oF PAnDaNoN'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/Sdi42cGlTJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9L-KnpBus9I/s72-c/DSCF0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-5730449603486765272</id><published>2009-04-02T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:22:39.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>OF BEING PRETTY REGARDLESS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Only the lowly or the those who are too engrossed about themselves would feel so much rage when reading this..or any other similar posts ofcourse&lt;br /&gt;You see some people simply think they were born goddesses they think so hard enough about it, it goes right into their brains completely forgetting the essentials and what should and ought to matter.. that which comes from within...  No amount of cover-ups, make-up could compensate for a bad attitude that makes lard easier to swallow. A stinky garbage would make a better company and is much more bearable to keep than the company of people who are too engrossed in the past, stuck up in the present or uncertain about their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True beauty comes from within.. and its essence and aura is seen from the outside.. either from the very source of goodness or from those whose lives have been touched. It is such a pity for one who carry a bunch of hatred from the past and up to the present..any and all actions will always speak of vengeance.  all words would be unkind, harsh and more often than not vested with ill feelings.  In all likelihood, the aura and energy flowing from that person will always be negative and it will always show.  No matter how one projects to the whole world a much acclaimed happiness, the hatred and unresolved issues will always consume the person whole and it will always show..in the end, that person will never be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all people are born pretty or lovely.  But everyone is born with a free will and sound mind to choose and shape ones attitude.  One is not unfortunate to be born without the looks.. what makes it unfortunate for that person is the negative aura that flows from the inside..this time it does not cover-up anything because no matter what, it will always show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-5730449603486765272?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5730449603486765272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-being-pretty-regardless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/5730449603486765272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/5730449603486765272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-being-pretty-regardless.html' title='OF BEING PRETTY REGARDLESS....'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-6983499088970056207</id><published>2009-03-08T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:35:45.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buzz in Cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>One afternoon in One Visayas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOpDjJWJuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2O2xH613Pb0/s1600-h/03082009_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOpDjJWJuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2O2xH613Pb0/s320/03082009_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310774264039089890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOnfsRBZeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DRZtGI7fGYY/s1600-h/One+Visayas"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOnfsRBZeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DRZtGI7fGYY/s320/One+Visayas" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772548500284898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This afternoon, the good daughter..(ehem, that's me *wink*) went with her mom to CICC to see the ONE VISAYAS EXPO. Despite a tiring morning in school, the good daughter (ehem..me, remember?) drove her mom and her aunt to check out the exhibits, crafts, delicacies and shows in CICC.  It was not what she expected..not many people actually took time to see the various exhibits prepared the CEBU PROVINCIAL GOVERNMENT and other agencies.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the CICC hall were various booths representing all key provinces in the Visayas and towns in Cebu.  Each booth displayed their very own produce, product, delicacies which they are known for.  The booth also showcased their must-go places to inform prospective tourists where to go and what to see.  Delicacies like buwad from Bantayan, Dulong and Guava Jelly from Bohol, Bibingka in mandaue, Titay's from Lilo-an, Chicharon and ampao from Carcar, Peanut kisses in bohol also were a bounty and for sale at reasonably lesser price. Crafts like abaca bags and pina barong from Antique, wood furnitures from Bohol, bags and placemats from negros, sungka-an from bohol, decorative lamps were up so sale to anyone who can afford.. (a bit expensive but worth it).  Blings like bangles, necklace, rings etc were selling like hotcakes for the fashionistas who ventured the hall and bargained with the sellers for a good price...  The good daughter rewarded herself with a big bracelet made of precious stones and lava like gems sold at a reasonable rate of P200.00 only..&lt;br /&gt;As the good daughter exited the exhibit hall, the Loboc Childrens Choir were busy preparing for their show inside the CICC main hall lobby.. outside the parking area, street dancing and festive drumbeat filled the entire CICC Complex as the ONE VISAYAS expo comes to a conclusion tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It was a quick tour and a sneak peek of the beautiful VISAYAS... It may not be that impressive but it is after all a first of its kind.  The good daughter went home satisfied and brought home, Dulong, Buwad,Guava Jelly and her new bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741367681218390663-6983499088970056207?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6983499088970056207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-afternoon-in-one-visayas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6983499088970056207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6983499088970056207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-afternoon-in-one-visayas.html' title='One afternoon in One Visayas'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOpDjJWJuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2O2xH613Pb0/s72-c/03082009_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741367681218390663.post-6226500472758571480</id><published>2009-03-07T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T02:12:09.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>i welcome mySELF to blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And so, this is what boredom and long waiting hours bring.. A blog spot for myself where i can write just about anything and anyone i feel like...at anytime..anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Once, i have actually wanted to be a journalist.. a writer in a fashion magazine, a business consultant, a life, leisure and travel guide columnist, a food critic and editor.  Well, i have never achieved any of those, life led me to this so called legal profession where i do litigation, corporate practice and academe.  As a matter of fact, i am beginning to think that my work is a vocation than a profession. But it is something i love and i would not trade places with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I have read a lot of blogs in the past and i have been amazed, impressed and awed at how well some people write.. how sensible they are.  Ofcourse there are those who seem to put their narcissistic syndrome into writing for the whole world to see. In either case, i thought i would never be able to do it.. not until i would know how MSExcel, Powerpoint, Moviemaker etc works.. blogging is way too complicated for me.  Friendster, well yeah that's too elementary.. Multiply..hmmm i had to learn the hard way, took me a while to realize how to post and to know that, there's a portion where you will know who viewed you, what they viewed, when they viewed you and vice versa! (how the hell am i to know its not anonymous anyway?).. then comes Facebook..well, i am loving it.  The technology is way too fast evolving that often i could not cope.. and i am so ever grateful for my secretary who does the powerpoint and excel for me, my brother etc. who does the layout and the more complicated matters... my students who stay up at night (hopefully studying) who can answer my queries on facebook and multiply (i.e. Lynn Aguelo) and i thank Ethelbert for showing that blogging can be fun and beneficial...&lt;br /&gt;And so this is my first blog... as to how i fared, nah it doesnt matter, i really dont care.. its still my spot, i call the shots..&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/6741367681218390663-6226500472758571480?l=elainebathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6226500472758571480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-welcome-myself-to-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6226500472758571480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741367681218390663/posts/default/6226500472758571480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainebathan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-welcome-myself-to-blogging.html' title='i welcome mySELF to blogging'/><author><name>elainebathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01706244564200155155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KJUEWmIvjs/SbOl140BfbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpVO_fsCIhU/S220/Masquerade.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
