<?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-2203592568008167892</id><updated>2012-02-21T07:25:04.300+08:00</updated><category term='chinese new year'/><title type='text'>Filbert's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>As above, so below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Tomorrow would be another day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I feel like how the clouds appear, but there's a beam of light that would enlighten my day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-7940776807476572094</id><published>2009-01-31T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:06:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Quit (Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't Quit Poem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;i&gt;by anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,&lt;br&gt;     When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,&lt;br&gt;     When the funds are low and the debts are high,&lt;br&gt;     And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;br&gt;     When care is pressing you down a bit,&lt;br&gt;     Rest! if you must; but don't you quit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;br&gt;     As everyone of us sometimes learns,&lt;br&gt;     And many a failure turns about&lt;br&gt;     When he might have won had he stuck it out;&lt;br&gt;     Don't give up, though the pace seems slow;&lt;br&gt;     You might succeed with another blow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Often the goal is nearer than&lt;br&gt;     It seems to a faint and faltering man,&lt;br&gt;     Often the struggler has given up&lt;br&gt;     When he might have captured the victor's cup.&lt;br&gt;     And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,&lt;br&gt;     How close he was to the golden crown.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Success is failure turned inside out;&lt;br&gt;     The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;&lt;br&gt;     And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;br&gt;     It may be near when it seems afar;&lt;br&gt;     So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit;&lt;br&gt;     It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-7940776807476572094?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7940776807476572094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=7940776807476572094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/7940776807476572094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/7940776807476572094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-quit-poem.html' title='Dont Quit (Poem)'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-5230375085982076292</id><published>2009-01-29T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:26:05.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hazelnut Tree and the Prophet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am no writer nor anybody claiming high knowledge and eloquence in writing in the English language, but I do believe that through this I would be better in expressing my own thoughts rather than simply speaking it out. And note, I'm not assuring that this entry be freed from grammatical errors because there is no revisions nor proofreads made upon this entry.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And also, this story would be made metaphorical rather than straight-forward telling of the story so to keep the characters involved undisclosed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree has long rooted deep in to the soil of bondage, years of rain, thunders, cyclone, and other calamities have passed through it but still it is living, but it is filled with scars as it reminisce it's past. The tree bears fruit before, a couple of hundred year ago, it was blossoming with the most fragrant of all the flowers around the grass filled area while it's fruit is so sweet that people who have tasted it never forgets the sweetness of the hazelnut that it bears, thus giving it the popularity and appreciating cost of it's fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree shall never forget how he was molested by the selfishness of a farmer. The farmer was always able to soil and to water his hazelnut tree, and he never forgets just how important the tree was to him. The tree was deeply attached to the farmer, whose songs and lullabies in the morning gardening enchanted to it to dance with the sound. The tree grows bigger and bigger, the tree is indeed very strong, but is not yet able to satisfy the greed of the farmer. The farmer is awaiting for the time that the tree be so strong and be capable of producing more by diving the tree into smaller parts and to be grown again bigger trees. Here you might question why don't the farmer just plant another set of seedlings rather than wait and divide, but you must remember how special and luscious the fruit this tree bears, the incomparable sweetness and fragrance, the incomparable wealth it deals to the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's greed can no longer be contained. He went off his house and decided to chop off a part of it's trunk, not just a trunk but a lot of it's trunk. Tree was indeed crying deep in his roots of how he trusted his owner to till him and to care for him for more centuries to come and to treat him with more love and affection, he had believed the farmer as his friend, he have believed the farmer as the one who truly care, he had been bare to the farmer, but all his efforts went to no avail. The farmer's greedy thought was fulfilled, the trunks of the tree were cut, the tree is bleeding in pain of the excision of his part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree realized his faith, he is to be just used by the farmer as a tool to wealth, a tool to fulfill his selfishness, a tool to realize his goal. The tree had cried for decades, his main trunk was no longer bearing fruit, it was no longer blossoming fragrant flowers, it no longer produces leaves that covers the kids during extreme hot weathers, it is no longer productive, it no longer knows his importance of his life. He now simply cries and cries and slowly it drained all the waters from its body, it was slowly degrading, it is slowly drying up, it now only cries and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree then slowly through his self realization that there is no such thing as trust, nobody can be trusted, even the sweetest of the farmers who would water you everyday, even the birds who would sing to you early in the morning, not even the kids that you have helped just for them not be burned by the scorching sun. The tree now knows that he needs to live for himself, he no longer needs anybody, he is now a tree independent from the bondage of the soil, the soil is no longer filled with the attachment to his farmer, he now ask nothing but the guidance of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree, upon it's realization of the impermanence and the falsity of relationship, was now approached by the Prophet. The Prophet is capable of seeing the true nature of the tree, but the tree is not able to understand the Prophet, the tree stands barely affront Prophet who can see his spirit down to its roots but then the tree does not know anything about the Prophet. The Prophet came to to tree in it's time just after him recovering from his past experiencing from the farmer, the Prophet slowly became a friend of the tree by being a frequent visitor of the tree, and the tree sharing his experiences during the day to the Prophet. But never did the Prophet tell anything to the tree, never told him about his experiences in life, his viewpoints in life, his ideals, and even personal matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree is then again lost in its world. The tree is just finished with the recovery from his pain dealt to him by the farmer, and he had realized not anymore to value and to trust a friend. But the tree can't resist the feeling of joy and happiness with the time spent with the Prophet, the tree can say anything that he feels, he can tell the Prophet just about anything without being conscious of their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tree just cannot decide, he is lost. The tree is again blossoming with wild fragrant flowers, the tree again is building his house of leaves, the tree is again bearing fruits. But the tree is still lost, he don't even know how close he is with the Prophet, the tree doesn't even know if the Prophet sees him as his friend or simply a companion during his dark hours, the tree don't know how the Prophet feels, but he doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doubt is not gone till the time that the Prophet would be able to tell the tree his true feeling about their relationship. But definitely, this time the tree have learned it's lessons, the tree knows the difficulty in deeply believing a person, the tree would protect himself but he knows his self protection might lead him to lost the Prophet. But the tree is lost, he needs to find his way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now is the time for you readers to help the tree decide, should he believe once again, our just shield himself out of fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-5230375085982076292?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5230375085982076292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=5230375085982076292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/5230375085982076292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/5230375085982076292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/hazelnut-tree-and-prophet.html' title='The Hazelnut Tree and the Prophet'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-4706673710851918619</id><published>2009-01-27T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:10:50.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A student's Life (Grab Chain to! haha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grabbed from Japax who have grabbed this from Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every New Semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wkgAoKCmcAABMZSUY1/new%20sem.gif?et=%2CCinQjJEa9rvQSMpA%2B5xdg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After First Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wk7QoKCmcAABgSgFQ1/AFTER%201ST%20WEEK.gif?et=lAQF4Xgira6mO724CKe7ww&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Second Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wlSAoKCmcAACnfZII1/AFTER%202ND%20WEEK.gif?et=GuRmlBCKBwVBBFsqe7ec0g&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Prelims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wlYwoKCmcAACUnPsQ1/BEFORE%20THE%20MID.gif?et=D076AYI8E0ZcGthtpf0C0A&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Prelims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wloAoKCmcAACs-hjk1/DURING%20THE%20MID.gif?et=loj1UUDr8zEecOe%2B7UwTSQ&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Prelims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wlxAoKCmcAACrtf181/AFTER%20THE%20MID.gif?et=RWAFxBS6HutWQHJXXk8TXw&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Final Exams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmFAoKCmcAADLaQTU1/BEFORE%20THE%20FINAL.gif?et=93GOX6%2BVDSBVhrZJ9nlKqg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once You Get to Know the Final Exam Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmMAoKCmcAAD5hj681/FINAL%20EXAM%20SCHEDULE.gif?et=xj4BKC9zIcAM1UNtUsC%2B5Q&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmRwoKCmcAADQAaVM1/7%20DAYS.gif?et=wohEegrTWinoZppZjZysFQ&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-woEwoKCmcAAFW-4t81/6%20DAYS.gif?et=1przPSOpRSLJtvzR%2BLDNXw&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wn7woKCmcAAF8iCqs1/5%20DAYS.gif?et=riGoIv7%2C%2BT2RHiCUEEm0MA&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnwgoKCmcAAFLL2981/4%20DAYS.gif?et=2kFXA7SqG2kIahcohrvY2w&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnogoKCmcAAFag8tw1/3%20DAYS.gif?et=nxrzB86NEk95nzTIZaobNA&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnfQoKCmcAAEkxv@41/2%20DAYS.gif?et=o8taz5wuLI7qfDqgibSoSw&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Day Before the Final Exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnWwoKCmcAAFLL27Y1/1%20DAY.gif?et=7oiMwOvJLwlKonLJLugPlw&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Before the Final Exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnLAoKCmcAAEZ@75k1/THE%20NIGHT.gif?et=po6t33EBGd7HBv7IZthT4A&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Before the Final Exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnAAoKCmcAAErhxsI1/1%20HOUR.gif?et=%2BIZfp4UfcMBlYLGhm7VldQ&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Final Exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmzwoKCmcAADsBhr01/DURING%20THE%20FINAL.gif?et=f%2CqC%2B1hnK3Bx0VlHFYgmIA&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Walk Out From the Examination Hall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmngoKCmcAAD5jkfU1/WALK%20OUT.gif?et=ehQY3AvOIggWjbHUtTaedg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Final Exam, During the Holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmcgoKCmcAAD-51441/AFTER%20FINAL.gif?et=rrSJooxMalJ0zncKHq9GrQ&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-4706673710851918619?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4706673710851918619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=4706673710851918619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/4706673710851918619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/4706673710851918619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/student-life-grab-chain-to-haha.html' title='A student&amp;#39;s Life (Grab Chain to! haha)'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-8628771116366971021</id><published>2009-01-26T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:25:25.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarbey</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;* Next to each number, write the name of the person who fits the description.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;* Answer one question with one name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;* Don't reveal the questions to anyone who isn't doing the meme. Those who want to know what the questions are must do the meme on their own blogs, on pain of wrath from the meme gods.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Thadi&lt;br&gt;2. Clarisse, not the one in a2 :P&lt;br&gt;3. Dean Cruz, para dumali ang mga test&lt;br&gt;4. Michelle sa scout &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Prof. Ireneo! haha&lt;br&gt;6. kov&lt;br&gt;7. Lenard&lt;br&gt;8. Eze&lt;br&gt;9. Eze/Dongs&lt;br&gt;10. Star/Cab scout officers, wahaha&lt;br&gt;11. faye? haha&lt;br&gt;12. Jannelyn?&lt;br&gt;13. Thadi&lt;br&gt;14. Brian Nicole? wahaha&lt;br&gt;15. si Pooh! haha&lt;br&gt;16. Sir Sam, wahaha&lt;br&gt;17. Camille Ang&lt;br&gt;18. Sino nga ba? haha&lt;br&gt;19. Obama&lt;br&gt;20. Lanie! haha&lt;br&gt;21. Di ko alam to? haha&lt;br&gt;22. Di ko rin alam to...&lt;br&gt;23. Sir Willie&lt;br&gt;24. Lakas naman ng loob nun! baka sya unahin ko! haha&lt;br&gt;25. Ella! haha&lt;br&gt;26. Haha, ala akong talent dito! magnet ako, wahaha&lt;br&gt;27. Crystal &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. Marvinson! haha, peace&lt;br&gt;29. My future girl friend&lt;br&gt;30. Happy Chinese New year! haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-8628771116366971021?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8628771116366971021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=8628771116366971021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/8628771116366971021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/8628771116366971021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/sarbey.html' title='Sarbey'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-8782014137618904985</id><published>2009-01-26T13:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:22:45.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese new year'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="cardimage" style="width: 342px; height: 260px;" alt="Gong Xi Fa Cai!" src="http://i.123g.us/c/ejan_chinese_happy/card/107485.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-8782014137618904985?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8782014137618904985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=8782014137618904985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/8782014137618904985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/8782014137618904985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-4012173421092474783</id><published>2009-01-26T10:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:22:21.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicine vs. Accountancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel really shitty everytime my parents would compare me to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents always believe that medicine is the king of the hill and all the programs below it are inferior courses that should not be given any consideration nor acceptance for being a difficult subject. In their mind, medicine is all encompassing science, nothing is greater than the study of medicine. Anything that is not concerned with medicine for them should not be considered as something to be taken seriously, in their minds if you are not taking up medicine then you should no longer work hard, rather just contribute to your housework first before you go to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my case, being an accountancy student in a house where prejudism reigns is being maltreated to the end of your wits. Even while taking your preliminary or final examinations, you should still work hours of office work in our family business before they would allow you to start studying for your exams. Excusing yourself of the work is always denied, for they think that an accountancy program is a easy program which only requires simple addition and subtraction, for them accountancy is a course without importance with their comparison of the whole accountancy program to a single 3 unit subject in a medical degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discriminated is what I can say. And also, I would like to note that the course itself is they who introduce me into, and not myself liking the program. I have chosen during my high school life to take up my degree in Chinese medicine in China, but it was them whom after I passed the entrance exam for the Beijing University of Chinese Medicine changed their minds because of the divination in a buddhist temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I will accept the fact that even at first, accountancy was never at my liking, but slowly I am able to adapt to it. But take still the fact, how at the beginning they praise the importance of accountancy, and yet now they would refuse all the time I need to use to review my subjects and even to rest my mind after the week-long strenous exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold no grudge against their decision of having me studying accountancy, but I would just like them to know that accountancy and medicine have their own difficulty, but none of which must be contrasted as an inferior and a superior. If I just have the right to speak to them how I would feel through this 2 years that have passed, but that would never be, I believe that they should understand how their cruel prison type of training is transforming me into a anti-social and passive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not writing this in an attempt to condemn them, but rather, I would like to praise them for their efforts in boosting the morale of others, but slowly degrading me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house is not a home. And I believe that I am not living in a home, but rather a house whose only nature is for me to work and to work and to work, no space for studying. Our house is not a place for non-medical students to study, it is a torture chamber for me. A house that feeds you but do not understand you, a house that needs you but don't appreciate you, a house where they care for you but to work for them, a house that teaches you but won't allow you to learn, a house whose strict rules is degrading it's own members, a house where education is not important, a house where child has ears but no mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I would like to emphasize that I don't hold any grudge against the family members, nor the house, but is just expressing the sentiments and the experiences of a non-medical student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-4012173421092474783?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4012173421092474783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=4012173421092474783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/4012173421092474783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/4012173421092474783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/medicine-vs-accountancy.html' title='Medicine vs. Accountancy'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-4607169335376525904</id><published>2008-12-21T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:23:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2A2 Christmas Party plus Paskuhan 2008 : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The paskuhan 2008 day is definitely memorable, with all the events that happened on that day, nothing could be comparable to the experience of those fantastic GREEN games that we played there and also, what more can be more fun than drinking lots of alcohol to end a natural year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 years that I haven't attended any xmas party, plus 3 years of not drinking alcohols, I am really dumbfounded to see myself gulping 10 cups (200 ml each) of GSM blue and Lambanog plus sprite mixture. After those 10 cups, they are not just shots, and also note that each cups are toasted till dry not just a little sips per time, my face turned extremely red, but thanks goodness that I haven't turned tipsy or drunk, which I fear that I might blurt out lot of things. But still, after the 10th cup I was able to stop myself from drinking, I feared that drinking more might put me into a deep sleep at Angeline's gym, as well as to miss the Paskuhan fireworks display. But one thing that I really appreciated is the ability of the two girls who drinked with me, one was able to drink a shot less than mine while the other was able to drink 2 shots more than mine without even turning a little bit red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was really hoping that I would be really drunk that I can tell a lot of story that a person awake might find awkward to speak to another person, but I was not able to reach that point because I controlled my drink... because the alcohol, 4 bottles of Or.Gy plus 1 bottle of GSM was put to empty by the three of us. But I still hope that the next time I'd be drinking, I'll be reaching that saturation point such that I can say it out without feeling of awkwardness and guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 2 hours after the drinking session, I was already back to myself without any red pigmentation around my face, I together with those who remained to chat at the gym went back to UST already to start and enjoy the Paskuhan. And there I met Jannelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I together with Jannelyn and Ezekiel went off to a walking tour around the University, and we decided not anymore to fill up the long line just waiting for the food be served for FREE through food coupons, we decided just to eat outside. And I have decided that it would be my treat as what I have promised Janie before as part of her birthday celebration. Thus we three ate together and chatted alot at the Shakey's espana, but our bill was the most funny thing that happened in there, our bill was just 600+ for a family size pizza and a basket of mojos plus a pitcher of rootbeer which actually costs 800, but of course we didn't request for a recomputation for it is their own stupidity that caused their cash shortage of 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10:30 pm I went home together with Jannelyn because we are both going to the same direction, and thanks God, we both were safely home despite the fact that it was my first time to go home by myself at past 6 pm. Haha, I though I am still a kid who must always be guided back to my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-4607169335376525904?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4607169335376525904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=4607169335376525904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/4607169335376525904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/4607169335376525904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/2a2-christmas-party-plus-paskuhan-2008.html' title='2A2 Christmas Party plus Paskuhan 2008 : )'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-5085121227787098602</id><published>2008-12-09T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:20:43.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorgenics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I loved how it described my current situation, 90% accurate, just read it below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Enough is enough - and you feel that you've had enough for a while. You don't need any more battles. You just would like to be able to shout 'stop' and experience a little peace and calm - even if it be only for a little while. This doesn't mean that you need to cut yourself off from the rest of the world - it just means that you are seeking some respite, some physical or emotional relaxation that could release some of the the tension and possibly reduce the internal conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are experiencing considerable difficulty trying to achieve your goals. As a consequence of this you are becoming more and more irritable. Your friends and acquaintances are finding it increasingly more difficult to appease or to reason with you. You are the cause of your own problems. Don't be so impulsive. It is your vacillation that can lead to problems and uncertainties. Ease up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times one is burdened with more than one's fair share of problems and this would appear to be your situation at present. But you are adamant - you know what you wish to achieve - and by giving a little and taking a little you may well find that the realization of your dreams could become a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an emotional, sincere and impressionable individual experiencing frustration and unnecessary stress. You are carried away by other people's enthusiasm and looking for that idealised relationship, be it in a business or personal situation, which you are able to share with a mutual depth of understanding. You have lowered your defences in the past and you have been hurt, so you are now extremely wary of being exploited. You are still ready to trust people on the condition that they are prepared to offer you proof of their sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish to safeguard yourself against criticism or conflict and to embed yourself in a protected situation. You are a difficult person to relate to and very difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to get your own profile, just click this link: http://www.goldinuniverse.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-5085121227787098602?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5085121227787098602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=5085121227787098602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/5085121227787098602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/5085121227787098602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/colorgenics.html' title='Colorgenics'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-676861395213899454</id><published>2008-12-07T05:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:09:13.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasurer's Ultimatum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life as a treasurer would be at it's best if the members of the organization is at cooperation, but it is life at hell when what you meet are imbeciles (referring just to some) and maybe morons whose mental capacity is below the expected. Without that girl just last Friday who have pushed me over my patience threshold, I wouldn't have written another entry till the summer vacation. But since this foolish ex-president lady would put me in jeopardy and accusing me of her own stupidity I think it is time for me to let my angst and hatred over collecting money over from the class be unleashed in a written form rather than verbally which I think her stupid brain whose brainwaves just simply can't catch up to my speaking speed. And I can't even understand how her idiotic mind can't simply understand British English and still find it funny, maybe her mind is only contained with her own Filipino colloquial English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have burst out of anger for this whole lofty weekend that would continue till Monday due to the Feast of Immaculate Conception, I would have enjoyed this long weekend relaxing and enjoying the cool December weather. But this lady an ex-president from another class who was moved over our class. An ex-president must have the true characteristic of a Leader, a leader should a responsible person who must be able to support the other members of the class as well as her officers. But her immature action of condemning to me her stupidity is simply outrageous. I have been long patient, but she brake the chain of my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the semester I have resisted my fury to flow out if anybody would question the integrity of me as their treasurer. But here I would tell you, I don't even need a single part of your dirty money, I don't even need to use that dirty money that you are giving to me. And also let me tell you sissy, those money that I have collected for the past semester was not sufficient to cover all the cost of the test papers that we have taken during the finals period of the first semester, be thankful girl that I have not collected from you the missing part of which totaled more than 200php.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this not for the case that I am wanting you to feel gratified that I expend the remaining cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am involuntary of being your treasurer. It is not my will to become a treasurer. It is you, or the section, who elected me to be your treasurer. You don't even pay me a single cent for being responsible in collecting the money. I have been diligent in paying the professors in due time for payment of their photocopied exam sheets. You are taking me for granted, you are thinking that it is solely my responsibility of collecting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written on the whiteboard during our computer laboratory class (December 3, 2008) that all payments are due on the next day, I doubt that not everybody have read it. But still on Thursday nobody approached me to pay for your debts. The students of the class are mostly irresponsible students who all just blame it either to me or to their parents that they lack the money. But I would tell you, if you lack money, don't order new books from the school it is up to you to find a second hand book. I'm always approached over by the Dean's office custodian to have me pay over our dues, it is hard for me to always tell him that the section are not paying their dues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You order a book but you don't pay, how pitiful are you as a person, acting like somebody, yet your personality is a nobody. I don't have much time to waste with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the start of the collection of the exam permits for the second semester, THOSE WHO WOULD NOT COMPLETE THEIR PAYMENT FOR THE ORDERED BOOKS AS WELL AS THE CLASS FUND THAT IS BEING COLLECTED FOR MORE THAN 2 WEEKS, SHALL HAVE THEIR EXAM PERMITS FROM THE DEAN'S OFFICE. I would no longer take the responsibility of collecting your dirty monies from you. You shall go by yourself to the dean's office and ask for how you shall take the exam, don't worry all deals were already agreed with the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This act as my ultimatum warning for all those who still have dues on me. As well as for the lady whose personality is at its worse. I would not give out the damn name of that poor lady, I would also say sorry to you if you would have read this entry, but it is your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Stupid girl: Don't tell me that there is a person who have not read the note that I have written over the computer lab, I have my eyes fixed on every person that have read the note. So don't use that stupid reason to accuse me of your own ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add. note to stupid girl: I call you stupid not because I'm more intelligent than you, or maybe that's truly a fact, but still your actions pertaining to your past responsibility as well as for your age just doesn't much. I am hoping that the corporate world would never have a person like you who would just simply talk and talk as if someone of a superb intelligence. Please, don't proclaim your own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to others: I don't know why you always like to ask what for am I collecting, because certainly you know, but you simply like to ask. Think before you talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-676861395213899454?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/676861395213899454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=676861395213899454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/676861395213899454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/676861395213899454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/treasurer-ultimatum_6862.html' title='Treasurer&amp;#39;s Ultimatum'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-148913133746661886</id><published>2008-08-21T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:24:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will be back on November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After the preliminary exams, I am really depressed with the scores that I got, many scores were rotten due to carelessness and mis-time-managament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As I said in last post, I would actually want to post more clarifications on the issue of ghosts and the like, but since I need a little more effort on academics, I'll be leaving my blog posting till the end of the final exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-148913133746661886?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/148913133746661886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=148913133746661886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/148913133746661886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/148913133746661886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-be-back-on-november.html' title='Will be back on November'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-5504859880526468738</id><published>2008-08-02T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:25:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be Misled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's now near our preliminary exams period and I can't afford to write much on this topic, but definitely I am urged to write about these in brief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Many people have seen ghosts, spirits, these are layman's term to what the "experts" call phantasms. Be it clear that the phantasm that I am speaking here is a mental being and not the one used in Philosophy class. Layman have claimed to see their deceased ones or other deceased persons silhouette walking around, then you believed that what you see is the spirit of your deceased love one, you believe that in its entirety it is him and not an imitation. But to cut short the explanation, I say to you, what you see is not the deceased but a mental being which is known as the phantasm. NEVER CONSIDER THEM AS TRUE. Believing in the words of phantoms is simply dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Explanations of this absurd idea would come after my exams. Hope you leave a reply! Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-5504859880526468738?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5504859880526468738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=5504859880526468738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/5504859880526468738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/5504859880526468738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/don-be-misled_02.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t be Misled'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-216823251404459071</id><published>2008-07-17T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:26:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake on July 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Upon reading various reports as well as text messages and IMs I am simply urged to write my own commentary on the false alarm written by this so called Brazilian teacher Juseleeno Nobulega DaRoose or maybe spread by other moron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There are many reasons why a man can see something which he may say his prediction, but frequently this is not the case. A person able to foresee a future is true, but never a MAN can predict exact space and time accordingly. Because clairvoyance is an element of the astral plane, where time and space do not exist, so how did he get the time indicated when there is no space and time in the astral plane. Now, people might say that God has given him the ability to use clairvoyance at another level, but as normal human being still the least way to see future is thru the mental plane, but again mental plane exist with time but not space, still, where did he get the place. Would you say like it's an angel who whispered on his ears to tell him what will happen in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Definitely there is a reason if God would really shake the world and exterminate "thousands" of lives here in the Philippines. But I believe still that we must believe in our God, may that be of whatever religion we believe in, that God is a loving God and is able to understand us and compassionate enough to forgive our sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I personally believe that the person spreading the message is simply bored of his life, he just wants to sit affront computer to type his "predictions" as if they were sent by God. He is one of the few persons who are foul enough to use the name of GOD for his own purpose. A selfish being causing tremor for the majority, causing fear to those whose faith are easily moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-216823251404459071?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/216823251404459071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=216823251404459071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/216823251404459071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/216823251404459071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/earthquake-on-july-18.html' title='Earthquake on July 18'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-3392016023543033975</id><published>2008-04-20T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:00:15.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a Long Break</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a month since I last updated my blog. But still I have not much to say, unlike my January-when I was determined to update my blog frequently, because the lazy bug keeps hatching eggs infesting me not to update it anymore and just to sit back, and relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the summer heat pushes me to just sit in front of the computer and surf while bombarding myself with electric fan/s. Summer would have been great if it is not hot, sometimes i think that vacations must be put to cold seasons instead of hot seasons. Instead of having classes on "winter" why not have it at summer, that way we might save energy by not opening the air conditioner at home, but instead enjoy it with more people with the same energy consumption. hay... summer means frustration, frustration with the overwhelming scourging of the sun, frustrations with non-stop FLOWING  of sweat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-3392016023543033975?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3392016023543033975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=3392016023543033975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/3392016023543033975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/3392016023543033975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-long-break.html' title='After a Long Break'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-1984430373676661588</id><published>2008-02-10T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:42:51.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're champions!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a trial, a trial of efficacy for the things I taught, a trial of getting to the top across different schools competing for one beacon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dismissals i immediately ran to the M. Hizon school for the competition, but just to see that they are still not there when the time was already 12:15nn. So I tried to call them but just nobody answers my calls, so i walked back to CKSC just to hear that they have already left the school. I was really nearly pissed out to hear that they are already at the Competition grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is nothing, for we have topped the competition with all wins. Perfect scores 6/6 for my semaphore team, and 3/6 for my Morse code team. gladly, no school was able to beat the 3 correct answers for morse code, it's just like history repeating itself where we just got 2 points but no school was also able to beat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, i would like to thank all of my contestants, for without you we would never win. i know you have still not done your best in the competition, i know that we could amaze all of the other schools if we have done our speedy sending, but still it's no need to amaze them, because we knew that we only need to relax for the beacon would surely be ours. your most sincere time spent with training really amazed me, specially for johanne and kelly where you both did not spend any time in training yet you were able to got it all correctly, the power of the star section is really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you guys for making us champion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-1984430373676661588?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1984430373676661588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=1984430373676661588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/1984430373676661588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/1984430373676661588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-champions.html' title='We&apos;re champions!'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-6986811511891575076</id><published>2008-01-23T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:46:12.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>The book "the secret" by Rhonda Byrne is really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the day before the preliminary exams, sir paking (dunno if this spelling is right) introduced as to this great book, through his sharing of the book, specially about quantum physics and a lot more I immediately bought the book. Shining in its hardbound cover, the books smooth pages, the sterling designs of each of it's pages is simply too worth it to buy for just an amount nearly 700, after reading the book i downloaded the whole movie although it's content is alike with the book, but by hearing the speakers themselves speak of the secret is far better than just reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading and watching The Secret I finally realized the real problem with me. It was all because of my mind, always speaking to the soul that the course is difficult. i remembered when i was still in high school, i don't study after school but still I am getting high grades, but now in college, i am studying full time yet i am not achieving my goals. The Law of attraction is taking effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to the Law of attraction, like attracts like. we are like magnets, what we visualize is what we get. Straight in the bull's eye I was shot off-guard, i finally realized that i am actually getting unsatisfactory (not failing) marks all because of the mentality that college studies is difficult. it's just like when i was in high school, i don't even bother to open the book, but my mind is believing that I would still get high grades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are still more occurrences wherein the law of attraction takes effect. thanks to sir paking, for without him I would not have known that great book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-6986811511891575076?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6986811511891575076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=6986811511891575076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/6986811511891575076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/6986811511891575076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-8447466283154222185</id><published>2008-01-14T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:33:39.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baked Mac</title><content type='html'>Just to update my blog so that it would not be like before, I would just like to write about the great tasting baked mac at our building's second floor. Before, the vendor was known for his famous CHEESEburger, wherein the cheese's flavor overwhelmed the burger patty, really delicious, although it's price is not so friendly-20 pesos EACH (not buy 1 take one) but compared to the "hot-flamin burger" below our building, where a burger's worth 2 piece chicken value meal at fast food chains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, actually since The first Monday of January, they were already selling the newly introduced baked mac as well as sotanghon, but just looking at the sotanghon it just doesn't fit my wants. But the overflowing cheese over the macaronis, it is simply haven  for pasta lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, just an update to my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-8447466283154222185?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8447466283154222185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=8447466283154222185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/8447466283154222185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/8447466283154222185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/baked-mac.html' title='Baked Mac'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-4003276784084495508</id><published>2008-01-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:29:11.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Changing?</title><content type='html'>Today I went to CKSC after planning for our video presentation for environmental science. And today, i enjoyed the part where I met with old friends but I also seem to realize something in between me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my bunch of friends, where I give priority to them before anybody else. But this day I am starting to feel startled at how things are changing. It's just a few months since graduation, and now the way we communicate seems to change. I remembered when Tina told me that we are all getting matured but just we don't seem to feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the situation now a maturation of me? or of my friends? Or is it my sensitivity that makes me think like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends on top, family on the second. I have given the highest priority to my friends, breaking apart seems too hard to accept, it seems like a falling investment, an interest not accrued, and receiving a bouncing check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let life be it, c'est la vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-4003276784084495508?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4003276784084495508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=4003276784084495508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/4003276784084495508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/4003276784084495508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-is-changing.html' title='Who is Changing?'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-120586897501312258</id><published>2008-01-05T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:04:46.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Leaders Troop Meeting</title><content type='html'>Today the adult leaders of the Chiang Kai Shek College held a meeting for an almost 3 hours period. It was all about planning, planning, and planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly tiresome, specially yesterday night when I'm asking for my parents consent for allowing me to attend today's meeting. At first I was shot by the pellets released by the machine gun, but suddenly it was already a cannon ball that was shot on to me, but still till midnight SHE allowed me to go. (Note from the machine gun to the cannon ball time, it was about 3 hours. Be noted that I still have classes today.) Is this sacrifice really worthy? sometimes I doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still scouting has turned into a passion. At first it was only a way to escape physical education and music classes, then it turned into a class reunion, and now it is turning into a part of my routine, a hobby, a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sacrifice for scouting seemed to me worthy. Firstly, my friends (Hope they are forever true) are there. Second, I loved to see my members (they are the members which I handled before I graduated) grow. Third, it is a great escape from the house. And of course, I joined because I loved scouting because it is "Where men grows strong" (according to the Tondo scouting logo) and also I enjoyed my passion to lead, to teach to lead, to see the lead, and to view it's strength (It survived for already a hundred years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My title seems not fitting the content, but to write on the content of the meeting per se is definitely not allowed to be posted. But of course when time comes it would   be posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-120586897501312258?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/120586897501312258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=120586897501312258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/120586897501312258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/120586897501312258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/adult-leaders-troop-meeting.html' title='Adult Leaders Troop Meeting'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-1349771708950551680</id><published>2008-01-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:42:48.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakonomics Bookplate</title><content type='html'>Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun to receive my long awaited bookplate from the freakonomics authors, it was a sticker signed by the 2 authors freakonomics namely Stephen Dubner and Steven Levitt. And the good thing about this bookplate was that it was free, even the postage was free, everything was paid by the publishing house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that all my books would be signed by their respective authors. Since my birthday's getting near, this bookplate is already a great gift for me. But still, reminder to all who visited my blog, DON'T FORGET MY GIFT! wahaha, joke only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-1349771708950551680?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1349771708950551680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=1349771708950551680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/1349771708950551680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/1349771708950551680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/freakonomics-bookplate.html' title='Freakonomics Bookplate'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-2003639537588155832</id><published>2007-12-31T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:47:26.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>December 27 was the first day of the send-off camp, I woke up early in the morning waiting for Oliver to arrive at my house to fetch me to school. It was a little late when we arrived and we've got no more chance to buy for our packed lunch, it was he who   really didn't have lunch because I was lucky that the bus that we staffs rode was able to stop-over at the bluewave gas station. It was near lunch time that the staff bus arrived paradizoo in Tagaytay, but still before having our lunch we have to pitch up our tents, simply looking at the size of the "Taiwan tent" that we 6 people of Large sizes are to use is driving my bed bugs aways. This first day everything went fine except for the sudden strike of the rain (by that time me and another staff were buying foods for dinner and next day lunch at the market) that made us wet by running through one corner to another of the wet market. Terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 28, the camp was on it's second day, from 8am till 5pm I have my station of activity. On morning my puzzle game went perfect as what i have in my mind, but then on the afternoon activity that i handle, the water filter droop slower then expected but still successful. Due to this activities i missed both the farm activities that the members were able to enjoy and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 29, the camp was near it's termination and the scouts were able to tour around Tagaytay's scenic spots like the grotto and picnic grove, the tour went fine and luckily I was able to join in since I have no activity to handle. after the tour everybody were lucky enough to enjoy good food for the dinner, because the dinner would be catered and that means no cooking no washing of dishes and no eating of half cooked rice for the scouts, too good! After dinner, no TAPS (lights off, 10PM all in tent), everybody was out near the resto near our campsite for the whole night till 5am where everybody was required to be awaked. Actually at first i thought that everybody would not sleep this day except for the staffs upward, except me because I know that my insomnia would attack me, that's why on that night i was the only person to guard inside the resto, at 2am everybody were still awake, but i keep asking them to go back to their tent and sleep, but unsuccessful everybody were very high, but alas by 3am everybody fell asleep and i was the only owl awake. i was reminded that nobody was allowed to sleep in the resto, but they were all really tired and I've got no choice except to wake them by 4:45am so that they will not be caught and i would also not be put into trouble. I could never forget how lovely this kids sleep in the chairs of the paradizoo restaurant, some were lying in the chairs, other were sleeping on the table, while others rolled themselves up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 8 am of December 30 everybody was ready to go, and after 2 hours of travel we arrived at school, all things were returned back to their proper locations, all utilities were returned back to the gym, all thing packed up, and my empty stomach unfilled with lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first camp that i was on the position as an adult and not just simply a member enjoying everything prepared by the staffs. And through this I can now understand that being a staff is really hard, much harder than being a member following. All were tired, that's why it was only now that I've updated by blog, after 4 months, wahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-2003639537588155832?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2003639537588155832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=2003639537588155832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/2003639537588155832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/2003639537588155832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-6451411257829163622</id><published>2007-09-11T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:09:43.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;BUNNYHERO PET START /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 250px; padding: 0; margin: 0; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/pig" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="cn=piggy%20bank&amp;an=filbert%20tsai&amp;clr=0xfdb5ba" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET END /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB0PTExODk0OTQ1NjU3MTgmcD01NTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlcg==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-6451411257829163622?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6451411257829163622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=6451411257829163622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/6451411257829163622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/6451411257829163622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2007/09/wonders-of-night.html' title='Wonders of the Night'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-2150728451274195790</id><published>2007-08-31T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T18:39:00.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Month Feasts for the Dead</title><content type='html'>This lunar month, starting from August 13 and ending at September 9 of the year 2007, which is acknowledged as July for Chinese who use the lunar calendar. This month is also known as the ghost month, a month where Chinese believed that lost souls must be delivered to their designations through rituals called [fa hui] that are prepared by monks and Taoist practitioners.&lt;br /&gt;Enough for an introduction of the Chinese ghost month. And also I forgot to mention that the celebration is exacted at July 15 lunar day (August 27, 2007) but the whole month is called a ghost month, and also in this day "alay" is prepared in respect for the dead.&lt;br /&gt;So this month is really one busy month, because all prepares must be made exact as to what the "dead" wants to be served in his altar. This is done through throwing in the air a pair of convex shaped wood. To know how it looks like, just imagine a ball cut into four, use only a pair from the four, then there you have successfully made an image of the wood. To be said that you have achieved as what the dead wants things to be prepared, the two woods must land one on the convex side and the other by the flat side, else it means that you prepared not meeting "their" standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To include all the traditions of the Chinese during the ghost month would be too long to name, and this is the most basic for Chinese ghost month celebration. I am now concluding my "LECTURE?!", hope you can gain some insights. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-2150728451274195790?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2150728451274195790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=2150728451274195790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/2150728451274195790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/2150728451274195790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2007/08/ghost-month-feasts-for-dead.html' title='Ghost Month Feasts for the Dead'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-1146046078624010229</id><published>2007-08-26T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:39:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preliminary Examinations</title><content type='html'>After a long break... Here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that the prelims is exhausting because of the interference of the typhoon duo that although did not hit metro manila directly but still affected the students of metro. Instead of finishing the prelims in just a week it takes 2 to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collegiate examinations is truly different from the ones we take at high school. And you are truly lucky enough if you have a good study habit. During high school examinations for me is taken for granted, I never reviewed for examinations in high school, because I am pretty confident that I can pass the exams. But in college, although I studied it over and over again but still none was registered into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mathematics exam really sucks, despite my confidence that I can pass the examinations with flying colors, but still I got one problem not solved. Believe me, that problem can deceive me once but never twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the exam period, vacation period was greater than exam period. But still during the prolonged vacation period I never tried to open the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was truly relaxed when I computed for my history (the subject that I feared most) grade, I prayed and prayed, and God answered the prayer. I totalled 71.7 for my preliminary period grade, too good to be true, I passed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-1146046078624010229?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1146046078624010229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=1146046078624010229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/1146046078624010229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/1146046078624010229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2007/08/preliminary-examinations.html' title='Preliminary Examinations'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203592568008167892.post-132851933857790474</id><published>2007-04-15T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:44:03.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UWC Interview</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is sad day but also a day filled with worthy experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was half past six when my alarm clock rang, remembering that this day is my interview date for the UWC. Immediately after all the preparations, together with my dad, we left house with full hope to pass the interview. Arriving at the RCBC located in Makati at quarter to eight, we immediately registered at reception for the panel interview at the 46th floor of the Yuchengco Tower. Waiting diligently for my name to be called, many thoughts came fiercely into my mind. Then suddenly the ice broke and my name was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With three kind faces meeting me as I go in the interview room, more tension was made within me when my hand was asked for a shake. As if in a hurry, I was immediately interviewed by one of the interviewers unknown to me. And soon followed by Mr. Cesar Virata, then her daughter, this circulating process seems to end up shortly because of the fear inside me of not knowing how to properly face their musics. Unimaginably, the whole session took us about 30 minutes of stern looks, giggles, and happy smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving home, I immediately connected the internet and waited for the results to be posted on the net. Unfortunately, I received a text message from the selection committee that I did not rank first so if ever the selected student would drop the chance, then I may have the chance to acquire the chance to study at UWC located in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I have to congratulate the chosen student who is studying at the Philippine Science High School in Legaspi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... Better luck next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203592568008167892-132851933857790474?l=capricornianhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/132851933857790474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203592568008167892&amp;postID=132851933857790474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/132851933857790474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203592568008167892/posts/default/132851933857790474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornianhaven.blogspot.com/2007/04/uwc-interview.html' title='UWC Interview'/><author><name>Filbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781592330353845844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPgtyHwT3So/SYBUXJ4ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NK04QFzhZSU/S220/27112007152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
