<?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-2193170851534090686</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:19:26.861-07:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='lawyer wannabe'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='love'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='uplae'/><category term='books'/><category term='college life'/><title type='text'>CONFESSIONS OF A SOON TO BE LAWYER</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog intends to chronicle every event in the life of a lawyer wannabe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-7680045362441236684</id><published>2010-10-01T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:48:46.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soft Evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be nervous when in fact, I am telling the truth. There might be some glitches while reenacting the past, but that's because my memory cannot serve me right. Lack of practice maybe. I've been lazy lately to use this part of my mental faculty.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another thing, I'm having difficulty suitcasing memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just am waiting. Waiting that she would tell in my face that I am not telling the truth. That it was all fiction and just a result of a playful imagination. I have been imagining her conversing with me and at the end would tell me "You're fired!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-7680045362441236684?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/7680045362441236684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/10/soft-evidence-why-be-nervous-when-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/7680045362441236684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/7680045362441236684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/10/soft-evidence-why-be-nervous-when-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-583577480852405536</id><published>2010-07-08T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:07:36.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I am not ripe, I'm raw</title><content type='html'>Imagining myself few months ago, I can say that I am a little bit different now considering my sudden change of perspectives and an increase level of maturity. The lazy me has changed into a competitive me. Policies that I once ignored became concepts that I reckoned with. I am not sure if it comes with age,&amp;nbsp;this thinking that I should seriously do what I ought to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even considered the "new me" as joke and temporary. But I don't care that much. As long as I am acting the way I should be in my age right now, I see no wrong. Still, I understand them for being such. People are like that, they are afraid of change, skeptical of new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just two sides to be decided upon,the ripe or the raw. If I have to choose to be raw then I am not ripe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-583577480852405536?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/583577480852405536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-am-not-ripe-im-raw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/583577480852405536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/583577480852405536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-am-not-ripe-im-raw.html' title='If I am not ripe, I&apos;m raw'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-127259407749382516</id><published>2010-04-20T04:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T04:24:19.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving up? Moving out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s917.photobucket.com/albums/ad11/Tameymey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2roads-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="299" src="http://i917.photobucket.com/albums/ad11/Tameymey/2roads-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career move offers two roads: to move up or to move out and it's for me to know the best&amp;nbsp; road to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-127259407749382516?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/127259407749382516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving-up-moving-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/127259407749382516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/127259407749382516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving-up-moving-out.html' title='Moving up? Moving out?'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-2105555707974785935</id><published>2010-04-13T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:09:30.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>UNTITLED</title><content type='html'>I am bored. I am tired. I'm not sure what's the difference between the two.But I am certain of&amp;nbsp; one thing: this monotonous, repetitive, routinely life that I have right now makes me sick. A lot. Life for me should have variations and colors. It should never be forever blue and gray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed the internet and read the news. "Campaign Violence" was what I saw and right there stopped reading the article. There's nothing new, I thought. It's the same as last election, politicians armed with guns, vote buying and cheating are old issues. Everybody expects that though nobody wants that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled anything that came to my mind, read blogs, and stopped when I came across our university's website. I've viewed the successful applicants who passed the College of Law Oral Examination. I saw familiar names, most of them were my batch mates. It never crossed my mind taking that entrance examination. I was decided that I will pursue Law in another school. It's not because I don't believe by the quality education that it offers. In fact, it's one of the&amp;nbsp; top schools here in the Philippines. What just bothers me is the system that it has. Many say that it is the microscopic model of the Philippines. From the system, to the bureaucracy, to the bureaucrats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through the window, everything is the same from heavy traffic, pile of garbage, children who beg, and prostitutes. How stupid am I? I murmured. Am I out of my mind? Worrying&amp;nbsp; about these problems wouldn't change anything. The perfect thing to do is to shut up, go on with my life and just go with the flow. Goddam me could not save this country. Even politicians&amp;nbsp; who promised heaven and earth couldn't do either. When they die their plans will go with them, like dust in the wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how I couldn't be affected? I suffered from these skyrocketing prices of basic commodities. I suffered from these rampant corruption. I suffered from these deteriorating system. No one&amp;nbsp; knows the solution, I believe, because if there is one who knows, can someone tell me why are we still like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-2105555707974785935?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/2105555707974785935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/2105555707974785935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/2105555707974785935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled.html' title='UNTITLED'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-7528559989557773002</id><published>2010-04-03T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:56:30.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Post-Haste</title><content type='html'>I want to live in a fast-paced environment. I want to get to work as fast as I could. I want to buy gadgets and technology related stuff to make my life more convenient and easier. I&amp;nbsp; don't want any hassles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday in my four year experience as a student finishing an undergrad degree, I always wish time to fly so fast. That because I want to graduate immediately and afterwards get a decent job to finance my study when I enroll in law school. I want everything to move quickly. I don't want any delays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my intention to achieve my goals as fast as I could, I'm unable to notice that I'm already living with the future and forgot that I'm living with the present. I've been myopic. My life became complex. I don't even know how to apply the very basic of life: To live simply.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Everyday for me is a race. But I don't know who my opponents are. Is it the time or is it just me? Time runs so fast and so do I. And the rewards are: life that is complicated, stressed me, and ignorance of the essential, the fundamental and the elementary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-7528559989557773002?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/7528559989557773002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-haste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/7528559989557773002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/7528559989557773002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-haste.html' title='Post-Haste'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-8029008612562036344</id><published>2010-03-28T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:55:51.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>BOOKS AND SUMMER</title><content type='html'>I've been very excited for this summer not only because it's graduation time..Yey! But also this means less stress and less pressures from school! It is a perfect time to sit back and&amp;nbsp; relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been imagining how it would be to be in a beach, laying down on that cool white sand, reading a book and all you can hear are children laughing and playing and the sound of the ocean waves. That&amp;nbsp; would be cool, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! How I've been longing for summer! In my four year stay in the City, I've been missing the smell of the&amp;nbsp; ocean, the gentle breeze, and the fact that I'm home. I know that this is being "nostalgiaholic" of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've been indulging the crave of reading a book these past few days. And in three&amp;nbsp; days, I've finished reading Paulo Coelho's Brida and I am currently hitting John Grisham's The Partner. I plan to read Chuck Palahniuk's Survivor again by buying my own copy of the book. Maybe this&amp;nbsp; cut-off, I'll also buy Haruki Murakami's books and more of the three brilliant authors I've mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s917.photobucket.com/albums/ad11/Tameymey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brida1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i917.photobucket.com/albums/ad11/Tameymey/brida1.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s917.photobucket.com/albums/ad11/Tameymey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=partner.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="the partner" border="0" height="320" src="http://i917.photobucket.com/albums/ad11/Tameymey/partner.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s917.photobucket.com/albums/ad11/Tameymey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chuck.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="survivor" border="0" height="320" src="http://i917.photobucket.com/albums/ad11/Tameymey/chuck.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unable to read books continously for ages now, and I think this would be the perfect time to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-8029008612562036344?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/8029008612562036344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/books-and-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/8029008612562036344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/8029008612562036344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/books-and-summer.html' title='BOOKS AND SUMMER'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-6518527575282993879</id><published>2010-03-25T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:55:19.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Julia in DFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I intently listen with my friend while she’s in a burst of seething rage against “V.I.P treatment” given to the celebrities here in the Philippines. I have no personal grudge to a celebrity featured in this post, just a reminder that celebrities have moral responsibilities as a price of fame. These are the photos by the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S6wsIuqKDzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S3VQMAkvMzY/s1600/Julia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S6wsIuqKDzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S3VQMAkvMzY/s320/Julia2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S6wshysTN2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/6BNlZLa2-K8/s1600/Julia1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S6wshysTN2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/6BNlZLa2-K8/s320/Julia1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S6wsk3BzCrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mnkocs6T26o/s1600/Julia3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S6wsk3BzCrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mnkocs6T26o/s320/Julia3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I do not personally witness what happened in the Department of Foreign Affairs. So I would just have to rely on my friend’s version of the story. She went at DFA along with some companions to have their passport renewed. They were on queue for about two hours. Men, women and children of all ages were quietly queuing waiting their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then suddenly Julia Clarete came. For those who don’t know her, she’s a Filipina singer and actress and one of the co-hosts of Eat Bulaga, the longest actively running noontime TV show in the Philippines. She went inside the restricted area where employees process the application. She was entertained by the employees and processed her application immediately forgetting maybe, that there are other people waiting outside. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; People started to rant, expressing their strong approval against an unequal treatment in an institution that should be practicing fairness since it caters services to the public. Then it doesn’t end there. Employees began to take some pictures with Julia. People shouted. What the heck are the employees doing inside? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is just one of the negative bureaucratic behaviors practiced in every government entity here in our country. What happened is a manifestation of an unequal society, high profile personas over ordinary men. I don’t know what has been taking place with our culture, a culture in danger maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; People treat these modern personalities as if they were heroes. But celebrities are not heroes. Historian Daniel Boorstin in his book “The image” said that “the hero was distinguished by his achievement, the celebrity but his image or trademark. The hero created himself; the celebrity is created by the media. The hero was a big man; the celebrity was a big name’’.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Beyond that point, I guess celebrities should know their major social responsibility to do what is right since public’s eye is on them whatever they do, wherever they go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-6518527575282993879?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/6518527575282993879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/julia-in-dfa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/6518527575282993879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/6518527575282993879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/julia-in-dfa.html' title='Julia in DFA'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S6wsIuqKDzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S3VQMAkvMzY/s72-c/Julia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-8239943398138445576</id><published>2010-03-22T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:54:42.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>CLASS PROPHECY of Bachelor in Public Administration and Governance (BPAG) 4-1</title><content type='html'>The following is our class prophecy done by my very eloquent classmate. This is more of a request rather than a forecast albeit a prophecy requires the latter. I was by the way requested to become a strategic planner of the President (not necessarily the current RP President).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all members of my beloved organization, faculty, friends, brothers and  sisters, foes, good afternoon. First, let me give our warmest congratulations to  the new slate of PSS officers. You have all the trust and support from the  future immediate alumni of our dear affiliation. And next, I would live to offer  a toast for a job well done present officers who organized this event. Please be  informed that at the end of the day, what's gonna be measured are the things  that you have done, and not the ones that you never did. You can live PSS with  smiles on your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class prophecy would not start with the usual  blah blah and blah blah of what juan is going to be or who pedro is going to  marry because I always mis-predict the future. I might be crucified if i  forecast that CARMELA CORONADO would immediately get married the day after  graduation if the truth is she will be the CEO of her company first before doing  so. If i tell that LOURDES "MA-L" BACUD would be a stunt woman in movies, but  what she happens to be is a member of abstract dancers, or if i tell that  MIRASOL GAOR will be a fellow in a research institute, but she beccomes the  doctor in our batch. Is JESSICA NADINNE TADURAN gonna be a college terror  professor? Or is she going to be a specialist at the bureau of internal revenue?  Is FAITH SIMON destined to be the first PUPian senator? Or the first PUPian to  be the wife of a senator? I know that HERLENE BLANCO will be successful someday.  I'm just not sure if it is in ice cream business or in chocolate industry. To  JOALA CHUA, someday your arts and crafts will be recognized by many. I’m sure of  it. Same as JENNILYN CAABRERA, your skills will lift you to victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  guys are good people. Never ever let evil to penetrate your hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  net America's top model might come from DPSPA. LUISA GONZALES will surely take  the industry by storm - that is if she doesn't pursue her singing career. To  JOHN HENRY TAMAYO, his excellency, i see a great statesman in you. Please don't  produce kids early, the country needs a strong dedicated people like you. Madam  HELEN MAY FRIAS, please get out of the call center after graduation, you will  rot in there. The office of the president needs wise strategic planners and you  exactly fit there.&lt;br /&gt;Class prophecies do not come true. Yes they don’t. They  are only idealistic sentiments and predictions full of blah blahs and blah blahs  of who gets what and who gets whom. So this non-traditional class prophecy is  more of a request rather than a forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGO’s need kind and caring  people to man their posts. LESLIE DITA, you are definitely one of those people.  Strong governance starts with strong local government. Ms. AIZZA MAGNAYE, when  you come home to your native land, I know that you will spread the word, and  more than that, you will put your words into action. Mr. RONNEL ESTELLA, you are  one of your kind. I mean you are superb in your field, whatever decision you  make, I see you as a successful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTY. HANNA ABAD, you are the  crème of the crop, please continue doing so, to the other HANNA, &lt;br /&gt;GIETA  ORQUIA, a great musician and a woman of faith. Who knows, you might be a  secretary of National Defense one day? JOYCE, you got a lot of chances with the  opportunities you got. Kindly top the bar exams for me. VIVIEN, you’re a good  business woman, I’m pretty sure your good at that. If we want to do something,  do it hard, do it strong, don’t ponder and make your own decisions. I know MERRY  ROSE that soon, you will be the strong person you always wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  are the masters of our fates and we are captains of our souls. It’s not only a  matter of destiny but desire, luck and hard work. We create our paths and we  design our destinations.&lt;br /&gt;MAEVA VALENCIA is a lady of good work ethics. I know  that you can be easily promoted in whatever job you take. So as EM QUIAMBAO,  when she gets it serious, she accepts the challenge of every task. If there is  one person I admire in writing inside our class, it’s gotta be LIZEL GUARINO.  One day, your writing skills will put your name in giant publications. The most  exposed person to politics, SK chairman RACHELLE RIVERA. 5-10 years from now,  you will be the youngest mayor of Manila. LEA MAY SANJOSE, I see your passion  towards work. You’re worth keeping for your future environment. ELLEN GRACE  BUNA, you’re a tough woman. I know you can overcome any struggle you  encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUYA RONALD, do I have to tell how hard working and dedicated  you are? You are already successful in life, but I’m sure you have a lot more to  come. You’re a great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ALL STAR, my brothers, you are  *virtusuos* (victorious?) of your own fields. You are above anybody of your own  kind. You will get what you deserve someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, when we are already  out there, it’s up to us whether we contribute to our economy’s labor force or  not. Whatever decision we make, we affect the situation of the whole batch from  where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may separate our ways after this, but it’s always  nice to thank that once in our lives we were in a group with happy memories and  laughter in our hearts. Happy marching and bon voyage. Good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-8239943398138445576?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/8239943398138445576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/class-prophecy-of-bachelor-in-public.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/8239943398138445576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/8239943398138445576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/class-prophecy-of-bachelor-in-public.html' title='CLASS PROPHECY of Bachelor in Public Administration and Governance (BPAG) 4-1'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-4640367271912423205</id><published>2010-03-21T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:11:11.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>We do in fact Have Limits</title><content type='html'>Amidst a busy day, there comes a realization that we need to rest and take some time to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy with our thesis, doing some final editing, proofreading some parts of it. It was the same day that student activists from PUP protest against an overwhelming tuition fee increase from 12 pesos per unit to 200 pesos per unit. But I will just delve into that in my next post since I am still unable to upload some pictures and videos I've taken during the said fiery protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back, I was terribly tired during that day, trying to beat the deadline for the thesis. I was exhausted. Drained. But the patience in me says that I have to finish this one, for the last time. It is after all my license to finish my degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friends came over, requesting me to go with them to visit an alumnae confined in PGH(Philippine General Hospital). I was hesitant at first. My body needs some rest. I was working all day. And that day was my only rest day from work for the entire week. But since they know how to convince me, I went with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking what to say when we arrive there. I was mumbling some words while looking for her room.Few minutes elapsed and we were finally there. We knocked. An old woman probably in her 70's opened the door for us. She smiled but the smile can't hide the sadness she feels. Her eyes look like they have no more tears to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was quiet. The silence kills. I saw her lying on her bed, sleeping. She has not changed. She still is beautiful, inside and out. Time went back. I remember her delivering her speech as she campaigns for President for Political Science Society. I remember her denouncing our bill legalizing prostitution in our youth congress. I remember her as a good person. A strong person who can surmount every struggle comes her way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our conversation with her lola for about twenty or thirty minutes. We were cautious, guarded by our instinct not to raise any subject that would aggravate the situation. We took it light. Then we finally decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why people as good as her suffers. But no one can question God in instances like that. No one can comprehend the wisdom he may have for letting that to happen. There are situations sending important message to us. This made me realized that we do have limits and when we reached that limit, it’s time for us to rest , to gain strength and to renew our energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-4640367271912423205?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/4640367271912423205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-do-in-fact-have-limits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/4640367271912423205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/4640367271912423205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-do-in-fact-have-limits.html' title='We do in fact Have Limits'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-5522441495284521276</id><published>2010-03-20T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:11:36.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>To a Friend "Cry,but know when to stop"</title><content type='html'>It is just ironic that I am doing this post next to my previous post which talks about how beautiful love is. But the current situation forced me to write something that would give some relief to a friend whose heart has been broken or I might as well say whose heart's strength has been tested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend whom I loved who has been a good friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change. People change. Circumstances change. Everything is subjected to a constant change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is not easy for you. Moving on is a long process. You have to go through some serious stages to bounce back. I know that you were not warned that "Loving a person comes a possiblity of losing him". And the road doesn't end when you lose him. It's a start of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you know that. But you just need a tap from your back, a shoulder that you can cry on, a hand that can wipe your tears for you to finally recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just here. Your friends are here. You don't need to shout out loud for us to hear you. We just feel it that you need us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-5522441495284521276?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/5522441495284521276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-friend-crybut-know-when-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/5522441495284521276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/5522441495284521276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-friend-crybut-know-when-to-stop.html' title='To a Friend &quot;Cry,but know when to stop&quot;'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-4526986559193099975</id><published>2010-03-20T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:12:36.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love that is Genuine</title><content type='html'>(An article written by me three years ago as a requirement in my English 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the lines from one of my favorite songs, “I Will Still Love You” by Stonebolt. Some parts of it give me an idea of a genuine love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When the moon doesn’t mean forever and the sun shines electric blue, and the mountains and trees tumble into the sea and rest their for eternity, no matter what you do, I will still love you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s an outstanding concept of love no matter how hard things maybe, no matter what the person you love, no matter what the distance is. It’s an unconditional love despite those ordeals we have to endure. After all, love isn’t easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always scared of giving out love and letting it come in. It’s because they think it as a responsibility. They fear the sacrifices that they may offer during the process of loving. But love is never a responsibility,it is a passion. You are giving it without hesitation. It is not quid pro quo or something that is given for an exchange. Love is a sacrifice, even you’re in a depth of distress. The only time you will learn how to love is when you learn how to sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said that love should be subjective? When we love, we don’t love the qualities, we love the person as a whole, and sometimes it is because of their deficiency, that we realize that we fall for them. Sometimes we love them because they show some human weaknesses and blunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love sees no distance. Love is never irrational. Letting it come in doesn’t mean that you’re soft. It is actually the most rational thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-4526986559193099975?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/4526986559193099975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-that-is-genuine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/4526986559193099975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/4526986559193099975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-that-is-genuine.html' title='Love that is Genuine'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-195999955736195157</id><published>2010-02-22T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:13:11.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tulala</title><content type='html'>Tulala habang iniisip ang mga susunod na plano&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang humihigop ng manit na kape&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang nakikinig ng makalumang tugtugin sa radyo&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang naliligo at habng naghahanda papasok sa trabaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang nakasakay sa tren &lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang nagtatrabaho&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang pinagagalitan ng boss&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang hinihithit ang bawat piraso ng sigarilyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang kumakain&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang nilulunok ang pagkaing ibinaon sa trabaho&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang nanonood ng tv&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang naglalakad pauwi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang iniisip pa rin ang susunod na plano&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang naglalakbay ang isip sa kawalan &lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang hinihimay ang mga planong naisip&lt;br /&gt;Tulala habang tulala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-195999955736195157?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/195999955736195157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/02/tulala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/195999955736195157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/195999955736195157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/02/tulala.html' title='Tulala'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-1995870756542263226</id><published>2010-01-23T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:13:30.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uplae'/><title type='text'>On Taking UPLAE</title><content type='html'>Just like any takers who share their insights and experiences about UPLAE, I have also this want to tell how it was to take one of the hardest entrance exams on the way to law school. But right now, I think, I am not in the position to give some tips on passing the exam since the result is not yet finalized. That only means that the strategies and techniques I used cannot be considered as reliable sources of information in penetrating UP College of Law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's just take into account, my experience before, during and after the exam. Well, I am one of those who spent almost 11 thousand just to have my review in one of the review centers in Katipunan. That amount covers eight sessions,if I'm not mistaken, conducted every Sunday from 8 am to 12 pm. That is a four hour session every week. Having a review is somewhat an advantage but it doesn't give a 100  percent assurance of passing the exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an advantage because that knowledge of yours which have been long lost and forgotten will be revived. You will remember the basics of algebra, geometry, english like correct grammar, reading comprehension, abstract and logic. It is the same as taking college entrance examinations. The only difference is that, it has lots of logic. If you have taken Logic during your college years, all the basics of categorical syllogisms and hypothetical syllogisms are sure to appear in the exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the exam,if my memory serves me right, we were given 45 minutes in every subject except the last part which is the essay part. Unlike in the previous years,in which the takers had given the topic, we had our chance to choose a topic of our interest. Mine, I chose Noynoy and Cory as symbols of hope and democracy. Everyone,I think, did not expect this. UPLAE is truly full of surprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, taking the exam was really a great experience. This will test how far your knowledge will take you. It tests the foundation that you have built in your study for six years in elementary, four years in high school and four years or five years in college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to remember is that thousands of brilliant students are vying for only 200 or 300 spots.Failing the exam is not enough measuring scale of your capacity. It will neither predict your staying power once you are in law school nor your capability once you are already practicing your law profession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-1995870756542263226?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/1995870756542263226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-taking-uplae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/1995870756542263226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/1995870756542263226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-taking-uplae.html' title='On Taking UPLAE'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-764771925882068582</id><published>2010-01-18T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:13:57.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uplae'/><title type='text'>And I still failed to pass the REQUIREMENT...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's wrong with some of the employees at the university that i'm enrolled in, with some of the people in my college in partcular. I still lack the certificate of grades that is needed in my application at UP College of Law. I promised those people at Malcom that the certification will be followed and that is 2months ago. Fortunately, when I called and informed them about the said requirement,the person that I've talked with remained considerate and said that it was ok. That was very relieving on my part since I'm thinking of that almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put a blame on anyone. But it's just how the persons in the college treat students that freaked me out. I asked that particular person (I just don't wanna name names) about the status of the certification that I've requested, and she answered with her frowning face that the signatory is not yet around. So I asked again what time would she possibly arrive and what time would I probably get it. Yet again, while with her eyebrows brought together, she said that the question has already been answered (Sinagot ko na diba?). My question might look very stupid but my point of asking that is because she has the idea of the time that the signatory usually arrives. So I'm asking of the probable time that I might get the certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might understand that kind of expression of hers if I went there in the afternoon since she might be so exhausted due to a long day of work. But I came there in the morning and I intended that to caught them in the good mood. I entered in the office smiling at them and greeting them good morning, so I don't see any reason for me to be treated as harsh as that. I even say thank you when I went out but failed to be acknowledged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why there are such people like that. And I don't want to know why..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-764771925882068582?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/764771925882068582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-i-still-failed-to-pass-requirement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/764771925882068582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/764771925882068582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-i-still-failed-to-pass-requirement.html' title='And I still failed to pass the REQUIREMENT...'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-6127301772948928334</id><published>2009-11-08T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:14:15.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>THERE'S SO MUCH TO BE THANKFUL FOR</title><content type='html'>I consider myself fortunate to be in a company that gave me the chance to work while studying. I am thankful for my supervisors and team managers for being considerate when it comes to schedule adjustments. I am thankful to my collegues for being so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my classmates. I am thankful for my fellow petitioners during our moot court competition. Although we failed to make it, the friendship that we had during those overnights while finishing the pleadings and memorandum, were moments that I would never forget. Thank you for giving me a chance to know you more. Even if there's so much differences among us, there's still a place where we are connected. There's nothing to cry for. As a tv commercial model said "Tomorrow is another day". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for those wonderful nights. Thank you for securing my safety by waiting outside our rendevouz during those nights that I have to finish my shift in the office. Thank you for being considerate. Thank you for the support you have given while we counsel during the moot court competition. I want you to know that you would never be forgotten by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for my friends. Thank you for the laughters. Thank you for the real friendship.Thank you for the hugs. Thank you for the unconditional love and support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for my family, thank you to my special someone. Someday, we will love each other freely without hesitations, without fear, without burdens. You are the most wonderful person that I would be thankful forever. I want you to know that you are so much loved by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-6127301772948928334?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/6127301772948928334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-so-much-to-be-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/6127301772948928334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/6127301772948928334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-so-much-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='THERE&apos;S SO MUCH TO BE THANKFUL FOR'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-2095782172600027219</id><published>2009-10-24T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:14:37.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Moot Court</title><content type='html'>We will be having our moot court competition this 26th of October as part of our activity in our Intro to Law Class. After finishing the pleadings and memorandum, my next problem was the clothes I would wear in the said event. While googling, I came accross with this website called polyvore.com where you could mix and match clothes. What's interesting with this site is you would be able to choose clothes that would suit your style. It is also a perfect way to plan your outfit in different events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is the result of my experiment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="no" height="320" scrolling="no" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/browse.sets?.mid=embed-car-1105125&amp;amp;_out=embed&amp;amp;display=car&amp;amp;displayOptions=%7B%22withBy%22%3A0%7D&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;uid=1105125" style="display: block;" width="354"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed-find-1105125&amp;amp;id=1105125" style="font-size: 0.8em;" target="_blank"&gt;Find me on Polyvore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-2095782172600027219?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/2095782172600027219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/10/moot-court.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/2095782172600027219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/2095782172600027219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/10/moot-court.html' title='Moot Court'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-8620510397239216009</id><published>2009-10-09T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:57:15.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer wannabe'/><title type='text'>A Journey Towards a Law Degree</title><content type='html'>When I was a child I always wanted to become somebody that my parents would be proud of someday. Like any other child,I also had my ultimate dream. Some of my playmates wanted to become teachers. Some of them wanted to become doctors. But I wanted to become a lawyer. But things changed as time passes by. I told myself that maybe, becoming a lawyer was not part of my destiny. It would just be one of my childhood dreams that would never become real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I sticked to that idea that another profession aside from becoming a lawyer is my predestination. But not until I went to college. The university that I have enrolled with permitted me to see the harsh realities of life. It allowed me to see a microscopic view of our country that I love so much. I've seen poverty in its most distressed manner. I saw how ruinous the justice system we have. As my eyes,my heart,and my mind become wider to see, feel and perceive these things that my country has, there was a loud voice telling me that I should act for a change. The voice became louder telling me that if I wouldn't do something about it, our country will be in catastrophe forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to take a walk to become a vital catalyst for change. I realized that maybe, the least thing I could do is to pursue my dreams and bring justice to the people. But the concept of justice is not that easy to understand. Justice is not just giving more to less. Justice is not just for the oppressed,the weak,and the poor. It shouldn't be one sided alone,it should be for the both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am decided. I already took the first step to a law degree. And I hope that the fire would remain burning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-8620510397239216009?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/8620510397239216009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-towards-law-degree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/8620510397239216009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/8620510397239216009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-towards-law-degree.html' title='A Journey Towards a Law Degree'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-8042356147518870140</id><published>2009-07-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T04:13:06.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>How much do you know about the Constitution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I was saddened by the fact that lots of Filipinos do not even know some of the fundamentals of the Constitution. I mean even those provisons which I think are essential in the life of an ordinary citizen of this country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am having my lunch in a carinderia near our house I was attentive while listening to a college student while she explains to a woman which I think, is in her 40's, the quailifications of a president of the Philippines. Well, that I think was a very good point on her part because she tries to inform the woman of a basic knowledge that an ordinary citizen like her should possess espeially at her age right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained that a person, to be qualified as a presidential candidate should be atleast forty years old. On that part she is correct but not until when she added that an additional qualification is that, he who has the intention of running for presidency should have served atleast 10 years in the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of spewing the food in my mouth the moment that I heared that.The Constitution clearly provides in Section 2 Article 7 that "No person may be elected President unless he is a natural-born citizen of the Philippines, a registered voter, able to read and write, at least forty years of age on the day of the election,and a resident of the Philippines for at least ten years immediately preceding such election."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is where did she get that idea? Did she even browse the constitution or such are hearsays coming from unreliable sources. I pity not only the student but also the woman she's talking to because she was a recipient of a false statement and was deprived of a verifiable truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna blame them. Such case is an evidence of a weak system of education in this country. If there's an institution responsible for informing its citizens about the basics of the government, that should be the Department of Education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, that woman, at her age might have exercised her right of suffrage for several times. And that college student may participate in the election in the future. It was just so sad to realize that maybe the reason of bad governance here in our country is that people are just plain ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-8042356147518870140?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/8042356147518870140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-much-do-you-know-about-constitution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/8042356147518870140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/8042356147518870140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-much-do-you-know-about-constitution.html' title='How much do you know about the Constitution?'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-563703260315469935</id><published>2009-07-11T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:15:18.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>RUN OF THE MILL</title><content type='html'>I was called for a recitation to my intro to law class this morning. It was actually the second time that I was called, the last time was last saturday. I might say that it was an average and a mediocre performance though I studied all night just to be capable of answering all the questions that will possibly be thrown on me. But as my professor said, reading is far from understanding all the cases. I don't know how I would change this lifestyle that I have. I'm being happy of being just an ordinary student without striving hard of becoming extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know, life doesn't end there. I still have my chance of changing this kind of attitude that I have. I must overcome this notion that I must only become regular. I know that the chance of excellence is being robbed by this principle that dominates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be like this if I am really determined of pursuing law in the future. I couldn't be like this in law school. Being a working student would not justify this kind of performance that I have right now. There are lots of working students out there who still manage to be the best that they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have a strong inner motivation. I shouldn't be contented with mediocrity. I should not shrink towards it. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-563703260315469935?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/563703260315469935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/07/cut-and-dried.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/563703260315469935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/563703260315469935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/07/cut-and-dried.html' title='RUN OF THE MILL'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-2127370017778662855</id><published>2009-07-08T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T04:08:43.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA</title><content type='html'>Whenever I come home to Subic, I always have this feeling, it's hard to explain but I think it's a sort of nostalgia. I am having this obsession of return. I want to stay longer beyond the time that my work and school would permit me. I would always want to breathe some fresh air. When you're home, you feel that you're secured and nobody could harm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different, it's refreshing. You would feel that you are reborn and ready to face new challenges that life would bring you. When you leave, you would always wanna cry. It's that sadness that would get in your way. You will always want to go back. Well!!! I really miss being at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-2127370017778662855?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/2127370017778662855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-are-essential-criteria-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/2127370017778662855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/2127370017778662855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-are-essential-criteria-in.html' title='NOSTALGIA'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193170851534090686.post-8292591686419192032</id><published>2009-07-08T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T04:07:46.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Junior Year is Over!</title><content type='html'>Junior year is over. It means that I have to prepare for Atty.Daye's nerve wracking recitations. It means that leniency should be out of my system before the classes start. I heared stories about her, and I felt an intense feeling of fear. But ofcourse that is an overstatement. Assesing her through her angelic face somewhat relieves me otherwise there is something behind those smiles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193170851534090686-8292591686419192032?l=tameymey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/feeds/8292591686419192032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/07/assignment-no-1_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/8292591686419192032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193170851534090686/posts/default/8292591686419192032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tameymey.blogspot.com/2009/07/assignment-no-1_08.html' title='Junior Year is Over!'/><author><name>Maying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757923229587744927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f76XfbMxosA/S8bPqyA1jTI/AAAAAAAAABk/91X8_a0pP3Y/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
