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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emz_aRcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459639628224517623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT_415aqWcs/SOtyh-h5SHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JbBB8BB66c0/S220/1_445299880l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230702861662661462.post-1145785623406300959</id><published>2008-10-09T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:34:37.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mY wHat iF's.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I have a super powers,will it be for good or bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I fail to pass the teacher's board, what will my future be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if my parents were not my real parents, will I be who I am now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I took up nursing instead of education, will my student life be different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I am still a 6 year old child, will I be innocent of the world's wickedness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I'm not a scholar, will I be in school now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I become a nun, will I be as faithful as them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I am a rebelious daughter, can I make my parents happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I'm not sincere with my studies, will I reach college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if the world hates me, will I still have a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I grow lonely and alone, will anybody care for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I lost all of my friends, will I still find someone to catch me when I fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I have all the things that I desire, will I be satisfied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I suffer from amnesia, will somebody dare to help me remember my past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if my life ends tomorrow,can I spend the remaining hours of my life with my loveones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I become a princess, will all the prince in the world love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I found my true love tomorrow, will I be ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if nobody cares for me, will I be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I become a well-known physicist, can I create a difference in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I am put into prison for a crime I never committed, will I lost y mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I am not who I am right now, who will I be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I am chubby, will I be as cute as I am now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I become the youngest principal at the age of 21, will I reach the milestone of success?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I receive a grade as high as 100 in my thermodynamics class, do I need to study subjects like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I was not here on earth, will I be on angel's paradise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*What if I am a rose, will gentlemen love me the way they love3 their ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/1230702861662661462-1145785623406300959?l=emzarcade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emzarcade.blogspot.com/feeds/1145785623406300959/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT_415aqWcs/SOtyh-h5SHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JbBB8BB66c0/S220/1_445299880l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230702861662661462.post-2380349283593859235</id><published>2008-10-09T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:35:07.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIKU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accidental Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidents happen&lt;br /&gt;I was slippin' and stumblin'&lt;br /&gt;I am now fallen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United by God&lt;br /&gt;We adore Him together&lt;br /&gt;We are His servants&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230702861662661462-2380349283593859235?l=emzarcade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emzarcade.blogspot.com/feeds/2380349283593859235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230702861662661462&amp;postID=2380349283593859235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230702861662661462/posts/default/2380349283593859235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230702861662661462/posts/default/2380349283593859235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emzarcade.blogspot.com/2008/10/haiku.html' title='HAIKU'/><author><name>emz_aRcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459639628224517623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT_415aqWcs/SOtyh-h5SHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JbBB8BB66c0/S220/1_445299880l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230702861662661462.post-103026514674174422</id><published>2008-10-07T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:35:42.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hapiness is all about....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At a certain point of time, while i am sitting inside a four corner room where I can hear nothing but the murmors of my classmates, the noise coming from the outside of the room and the coldwind that soothes my skin, the feeling of emptiness strucked me. Thinking that I have already spent seventeen years of my life on earth meeting people, doing many things and accomplishing somethings made me think that it's worthwhile but......it came to me in a rush as our teacher assigned us to write something about a common topic, that I realized that my life misses the simplest yet complex thing in life. It is the understanding of what happiness is and what makes it. I was hen able to ask myself "did I already exprience real happiness?The answer is no, I never did. Asking me why? because I never tried to convinced myself that I am happy, that I am lucky to have what I have and that I am blessed in many ways. Wordly lures, great desires, unlimited wants, name them!!!they might be the reason why hapiness seems so hard to find. These are also the reasons why I never experienced happiness. I had much but I appreciate less, I had almost everything but I am still searching for nothing. I don't know whwt is missing and what is in it that I continue to search. It might just a discontentment or insecurities I assume. From then lots of questions bothered me. Do I need to own the biggest company in the world or be the famous celebrity or the richest personality for me to achieve real happiness? Are the material things the driving force of happiness?When can we consider happiness genuine?They say "happiness comes from within". Happiness is a state of contentment and appreciation of all the things and people that you have. It is a person's will to be happy. If you choose to be happy, you can be and in the sam manner that you will feel sad if you choose it too. Though problems exists, these could never be a reason for a person not to expreience happiness. You don't need to own all the world's riches to achieved it, for what makes genuine happiness is just a matter of satisfaction. All we need to do is to condition our mind that happiness is our choice and no matter how much we have if we do not know how to appreciate it, we can never have it.I then realized hat hapiness is really a simple yet complex thing because we are the one who finds it for ourselves and who hinders ourselves to have it. &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/1230702861662661462-103026514674174422?l=emzarcade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emzarcade.blogspot.com/feeds/103026514674174422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230702861662661462&amp;postID=103026514674174422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230702861662661462/posts/default/103026514674174422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230702861662661462/posts/default/103026514674174422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emzarcade.blogspot.com/2008/10/hapiness-is-all-about.html' title='Hapiness is all about....'/><author><name>emz_aRcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459639628224517623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT_415aqWcs/SOtyh-h5SHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JbBB8BB66c0/S220/1_445299880l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230702861662661462.post-4761554363626075480</id><published>2008-10-07T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:36:22.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T'nalak Fest 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Recently, South Cotabato successfully celebrated another milestone-the 42nd Foundation Anniversary and at the same time the T'nalak Festival.It was such a prestigious celebration with colorful and fun activities designed for South Cotabatenos and even for the people of neighboring places. It showcased the talents of genuine citizens of South Cotabato in the field of dancing, singing, handicraft etc. Some of the activity held were the mini-concerts and battle of the bands werein young and talented individuala revealed their singing talents and entertain the crowd with their unique music. The cheeseballs band was proclaimed as the best bands among ohers. There were also the streetdancing competition where different municipalities within the province jouined and shoewd their artistic skills in dancing. Their groovy moves and festive attires portrayed the way of living, cultures and the traditions of the native South Cotabatenos. The said celebration was highlighted with the battle of beautie and wit wherein 13 lovely and gorgeous ladies vied for the title as the "Mutya ng South Cotabato 2008". The search was made prestigious by the presence of well-known and respected personalities headed by the wife of Senator Manny Villar together with other admired political leaders. It was hosted by the ABS-CBN's fine talenrs Rafael Russel and Nancy Castillogne with the Mutya ng South Cotabato 2004". Luckily, with her intelligence and appeal, Rullie Mae Biboso of the Lipton- EMR Enterprises was crownad as he newest Mutya of the province.Indeed, the celebration was trully a success to all South Cotabatenos and it marked another year of progress, unity and blessings for the land of bounty.&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/1230702861662661462-4761554363626075480?l=emzarcade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emzarcade.blogspot.com/feeds/4761554363626075480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230702861662661462&amp;postID=4761554363626075480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230702861662661462/posts/default/4761554363626075480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230702861662661462/posts/default/4761554363626075480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emzarcade.blogspot.com/2008/10/tnalak-fest-2008.html' title='T&apos;nalak Fest 2008'/><author><name>emz_aRcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459639628224517623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT_415aqWcs/SOtyh-h5SHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JbBB8BB66c0/S220/1_445299880l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230702861662661462.post-8568873386447440206</id><published>2008-10-07T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:40:35.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is a movie about a man's use of comedy in a seemingly hopeless situation.The story took place in Italy and it was all about the life of a humurous, goofy and happy-go-lucky man named Guido who works as a waiter in a hotel owned by his uncle.The first part of the story is breezy romantic with a little comedy wherein Guido was trying to win his princess' heart (Dora). He makes his courtship with Dora extraordinary by creating a world of gentle and magic around them. Although was to be married with a civil servant, it does not stopped Guido from wnning his princess' heart. He took away Dora from that man. By that then, they live together and blessed with a handsome son named Joshua.After they got married, they live a quite different life. Guido, after his marriage owned a bookstore where Joshua used to help him in managing it. Unexpectedly, one day without warning, Guido and his family were taken by he Jewish- Italian soldiers and subjected to persecution. They were prisoned in the concentration camp where Dora was separated from them. To protect his son, Guido took the risk of treating the whole camp just as a game where they need to earn a hundred points to win the price which is a tank, a real one. He inculcate to Joshua's mind the illusion of winning the price by performing various activities like staying hidden, following orders, maintaining silence etc. At first, it easy for him to direct his son's attention from the misery around him but as the condition at the camp progressively worsen, Guido finds it increasingly difficult to maintain the illusion.The movie is a comedy yet trully touching. It depicts a father's love to his family who, to the extent of his love sacrificed even his own life just to save them. It is really true that despite bitterness and troubles, life is still beautiful especially when we know what love, faith and sacrifice means.&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/1230702861662661462-8568873386447440206?l=emzarcade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emzarcade.blogspot.com/feeds/8568873386447440206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230702861662661462&amp;postID=8568873386447440206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230702861662661462/posts/default/8568873386447440206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230702861662661462/posts/default/8568873386447440206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emzarcade.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is Beautiful'/><author><name>emz_aRcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459639628224517623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT_415aqWcs/SOtyh-h5SHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JbBB8BB66c0/S220/1_445299880l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
