<?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-28425424191758403</id><updated>2011-09-13T08:38:17.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journals of a Crusader</title><subtitle type='html'>Where you hear talk... and some more from a vain scientist in training...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-6571471577640738987</id><published>2008-10-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:56:04.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magrereact lang ako</title><content type='html'>Magrereact lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be subject to further study. There may be benefits, but definitely disadvantages in moving time to 8. Anyway, as far as I know, (kindly correct me if mistaken) Pisay starts as 8:30, but maybe its a concession to the dormers there. Their classes also end commonly at 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-aralan muna ng maayos bago magreact, baka ikagaganda rin naman, lalo na kung taga-malayo ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Matagal na yan =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga bombarded tayo, pero natatapos naman natin, di ba? Nagcoconcessions din naman sila kung talagang mejo matindi na ung carpet bombing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, may quota ang pisay sa daily assignments. I just do not know the exact workings of the system, pero possibly adaptable din yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that does not mean na dapat nating gaYAhin yun. Mas asteeg naman tayo sa kanila, kasi kahit wala tayong quota sa assignment tapos naman lahat. MaSci is MaSci, kasama sa experience yan. Ilugar lang siguro ung pagbibigay ng assignment, i.e. kung sino major subject sya dapat marami assignment at di dapat nasasapawan ng minor. At sana naman kapaki-pakinabang ung assignment at hindi pinababayaran, o kaya demanding na di nagtuturo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Allocation lang ng subjects yan. Pusta nga ako dapat dagdagan pa e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming subjects na pwedeng ilipat sa ibang year para mas consistent and evenly distributed ang load. parang techwri at adbio. ang techwri siguro maganda ilagay sa 2nd year para dire-diretso, nabawasan pa ng load ang saydep. pagdating ng 3rd year, application ka na, di ba? Do you get the Logic? (thanks sir cas). Imbis na parehas research ang pinag-aaralan sa 2 subjects na magkaiba ung pormang pinagagwa sa iyo edi istreamline na nila at pag-integratein na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda rin na talagang science and research oriented ung mga subject, hindi puro etchos lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rarely allows? Allows, pero di pinagtetrain ng maayos. Clandestine na nga ako ngayon e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit din para sa akin yun. It is my one mutha****in thankless job na gawin ang trabahong iyon. Sampal sa mukha ko na sabihing di na pinapayagang magcontest. Kung magpakamatay ako para sa contest iwan na grades ko. Binobomba pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masama nyan, di minsan alam ng teachers na panalo ka na. Tatarahan ka pa nila ng absent tapos 85 bagsak sa card. Buti nakakaagapay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di naman isyu ung eat bulaga e. Dapat lang sumali sa kahit anong offer. Opportunity yan, grab it. Publicity din. Kung ang ibang skwelahan nga lumalaki ung base ng contests bakit tayo hindi. Take it positively na lang siguro. Maske na mahina sila sa geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero dapat siguro, next time, gumawa sila ng stable, hindi sila mag-alaga ng isang parang "champion" tapos ung iba iwan. Mas malakas pa rin kung marami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ano ba naman yun. The schedule picked by the school is the best, and most ergonomic. Pinag-aralan yan, tapos babaguhin nyo? G@*0. Wala pa kayong napapatunayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaRAMI pang isyu. The admin must have its backbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandaan: Maaring mawala na ang admin pero mabubuhay ang MaSci sa estudyante, pero mawala ang estudyante sa MaSci, ewan ko lang. Pag ganyan ng ganyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogo lang, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-6571471577640738987?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/6571471577640738987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=6571471577640738987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/6571471577640738987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/6571471577640738987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/10/magrereact-lang-ako.html' title='Magrereact lang ako'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-3437214163947205216</id><published>2008-10-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:51:04.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues</title><content type='html'>Yung MaSci (Manila Science High School) , ginagawa ng Araullo (Araullo High School) Annex -Ma’am Palisoc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proofs as stated by Mrs. Palisoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Schedule was changed due to insistent demands of parents. For them (freshmen parents), 7 am is so early that they appealed to move it to 8 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This is so [insert word here] …Ang standard high school ang pasok 7 so kung ang MaSci 8 na, we’re below from the standard time na di’ba? I thought MaSci supposed to be higher. =( And why are parents so demanding? Err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Parents (freshmen) appealed to Mrs. Sabado [principal] to reduce the number of assignments given to students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is so Araullo. Mind you ha, pumasok kayo sa Manila Science High School, isang SCIENCE HS! Kung ayaw nyo ng madaming assignments … nako! And passing the exams means that you are capable of doing/answering many assignments though some are not. THIS WILL MAKE MASCI A NON-SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL EXCEPT FOR THE SUBJECTS. Try niyong MAGPUYAT. 8 am? Lesser assignments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Parents (freshmen) appealed to unidentified Education authorities to reduce the number of subjects. Some subjects according to them are very unpractical/useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WALA NA. GRABE NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The principal rarely allows students to join competitions like quiz bees, and research fair. Pero pinayagang sumali sa EB Sa Pula, Sa Puti segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Where’s excellence? tsk. WINNING COMPETITIONS IS BEING MASCI. If not for these competitions, MaSci will never be MaSci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A teacher accommodates two sections at a time as a result of parents appealing to change schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EXCELLENCE cannot be seen. DETERIORATION of EDUCATION is seen everywhere. GRABE AH. bakit ganito? Paano na may matutunan ang isang magaaral kung ganito? Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** ( to be continued )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think MaSci should change its name now. I suggest they change it to Manila Freshmen Parent’s High School or Manila Science Kindergarten Academy. For 45 years, MaSci is so excellent and recognized as an institution providing super-quality education for high school students, MaSci is known to be very competitive … so why should we change something? Nagwowork naman di’ba? I think if there is something to be change, ito dapat yung facility at yung automatic admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS HAPPENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPLEMENTED NA … hindi siya PETITION. NANGYAYARI NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher told me that her 7 am class was removed, her co-teacher was reprimanded for giving excessive assignments, she teaches two classes at a time (one hour) and one of the teacher from another department (Science ata) was prohibited from joining too much competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sourcw : &lt;a href="http://themakingsofanillustrados.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://themakingsofanillustrados.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; and here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mascihigh.multiply.com/journal/item/159?mark_read=mascihigh:journal:159&amp;amp;replies_read=85#replyform"&gt;http://mascihigh.multiply.com/journal/item/159?mark_read=mascihigh:journal:159&amp;amp;replies_read=85#replyform&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKAKAIYAK NAMAN. :[[&lt;br /&gt;no copyright infrengement intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat lang ilabas para pag-usapan. magkalinawan na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-3437214163947205216?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/3437214163947205216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=3437214163947205216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/3437214163947205216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/3437214163947205216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/10/issues.html' title='Issues'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-276173318006981697</id><published>2008-09-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:11:27.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Up, One Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It is extremely hard to begin this, but nonetheless, I will try to show you a few things I have learned upon cross-examining the story, Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, with a movie with a wonderful plot, not to mention soundtrack, City of Angels.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In the movie, the protagonist, Seth, is an angel who was charged with taking the souls of the dead to heaven. However, he fell in love with Maggie, a heart surgeon, when he found her trying to save a man he already took to heaven, and due to the fact that he is visible to Maggie. (According to the story, only those who are about to die are able to see angels.) He is hindered by his angelic nature, and thus decided to become human by literally falling off the heavens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I saw quite a stark difference between Seth and Jonathan at this point. Jonathan went into a higher plane of existence, and, in Eastern, or probably New Age religious terms, always aim to achieve moksha, or maybe nirvana, both of which mean “moving up into a higher plane of existence; liberation of the soul.” His continuous learning is reminiscent of Buddhist philosophies of constant meditation and inner learning. His story ended almost in a Buddha-like manner, with him transcending and leaving his student, Fletcher, to continue his ministry, or, again in Buddhist theological terms, his sangha. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Seth, on the other hand, was already on a high plane of existence as an angel yet he chose to “downgrade” himself and become mortal, with all a mortal man’s flaws and problems. It is almost akin to the Japanese creation myth, where Ninigi, the gods’ envoy to the Earth, and the grandfather of all Japanese, chose Sakuya, or prosperity over Iwanga, or immortality, just because of his love for his new place. In the case of Seth, however, he chose hardship in order for him to be with a woman, and not for very long. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;By the way, with all this Buddhist connection and stuff, I wish to add that Seth for me is just like a lama in Tibetan Buddhism. He is already close to transcending to eternal bliss, yet he chose to go back down here on Earth to serve and help others in their quests, because he loves the people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This shows that in the first case, the two characters seem like opposites, but it shows something common between this two winged and &lt;u&gt;wicked&lt;/u&gt; fellows. (Note that wicked here means cool, and nothing negative is intended to be connoted by the word.) Both of them are willing to make great and revolutionary changes in order for them to pursue what they love. Jonathan accepted being an outcast of his society for his love of flight, while Seth willingly outcasted himself from his old angel friends in order to be with the being he loves. Jonathan became a teacher and took outcasts in his sway, while Seth became your average, down to earth, and reliable Joe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;One more similarity arises. Both of them have experienced pain and suffering. Jonathan suffered from being a loner, someone who has no flock, not even parents. He lived in solitude, where his only consolation is his art. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Seth’s case, in retrospect, is more morbid than what Jonathan had to go through. After he went through the transformation and became human, Maggie died of a car accident, almost destroying everything he came to Earth for. Nonetheless, he continued and carried on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Another common thing between the two is the presence of mentors to guide them. Jonathan has Chiang, who taught him how to go anywhere in space and time, and also taught him the many words of wisdom he shared with his students. Seth, on the other hand, has Nathaniel Messenger, a former angel, who taught him that it is possible for him to fall from being an angel into being a man on earth. Later, he became his guide on Earth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Back to the differences, we can see that Jonathan’s goals are much more self-oriented than Seth’s goals. Jonathan is portrayed more as a character seeking truth and enlightenment, while Seth is portrayed as more of a character that wishes the happiness of others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It was worth the time and writing for all of this, I could write some more, but that would constitute a thesis I have to pass for Technical Writing. =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-276173318006981697?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/276173318006981697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=276173318006981697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/276173318006981697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/276173318006981697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-up-one-down.html' title='One Up, One Down'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-4047604530151707070</id><published>2008-09-01T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:04:27.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pygmalion and Galatea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nice story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;BTW... Gnun n pla kawalang halaga ang panalo. di na napapansin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-4047604530151707070?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/4047604530151707070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=4047604530151707070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/4047604530151707070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/4047604530151707070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/09/pygmalion-and-galatea.html' title='Pygmalion and Galatea'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-3397293723975806850</id><published>2008-08-29T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:32:50.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kaleidoscopic universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The universe I live in is so varied, too colorful to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought today would be ordinary, pero mali ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-3397293723975806850?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/3397293723975806850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=3397293723975806850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/3397293723975806850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/3397293723975806850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-kaleidoscopic-universe.html' title='My Kaleidoscopic universe'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-2502845963685481151</id><published>2008-08-28T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:43:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/11298eyes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/11298eyes4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ace is very very confused.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lagi na lng akong dumudungaw sa may bintana&lt;br /&gt;Upang masulyapan kahit anino mo man lamang&lt;br /&gt;Nagbabakasakaling ikaw ay lumingon&lt;br /&gt;Ano kaya ito aking nadarama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araw araw ako'y naghihintay sa may bintana&lt;br /&gt;Nananalangin sana'y hindi ka pa nagdaraan&lt;br /&gt;Parang bumibilis tibok nitong puso&lt;br /&gt;Pagibig ba itong aking nadarama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napupuyat sa ka iisip, nababato't naiinip&lt;br /&gt;Laging laman nang panaginip&lt;br /&gt;Di kayang magtiis isang araw sa may bintana&lt;br /&gt;Nang di kita masulyapan makindatan man lamang&lt;br /&gt;Pumupigil buong mundo sa tuwing ika'y magdaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araw araw ako'y naghihintay sa may bintana&lt;br /&gt;Nananalangin sana'y hindi ka pa nagdaraan&lt;br /&gt;Parang bumibilis tibok nitong puso&lt;br /&gt;Pagibig ba itong aking nadarama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napupuyat sa ka iisip, nababato't naiinip&lt;br /&gt;Laging laman nang panaginip&lt;br /&gt;Di kayang magtiis isang araw sa may bintana&lt;br /&gt;Nang di kita masulyapan makindatan man lamang&lt;br /&gt;Pumupigil buong mundo sa tuwing ika'y magdaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa may bintana&lt;br /&gt;sa may bintana&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahahahaha...Biglang nagiging tripper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejo depressed kasi walang journ... *Pucha, madedepress ka nun, walang journ!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happen in my life right now. Hindi na nga ako nakakahinga... Pero sana, kahit masulyapan, makindatan man lamang... ok na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH KORNEH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other aspects of the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marami akong sama ng loob na dapat ilabas, pero iniisip ko pa ang paraan kung pano ko sasabihin e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exist, but I may not be here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be there beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather lose my wavefunction than your wavefunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOIFIED... magpapalit na ako ng BG tsaka pick of the month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-2502845963685481151?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/2502845963685481151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=2502845963685481151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2502845963685481151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2502845963685481151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-very.html' title='My very...'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-8722720641115760565</id><published>2008-08-21T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:24:53.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Filipino is Worth Dying For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Definitely. I am a Filipino. I am worth dying for, what more my people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Marami akong issues ngayon. AFK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-8722720641115760565?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/8722720641115760565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=8722720641115760565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/8722720641115760565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/8722720641115760565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/08/filipino-is-worth-dying-for.html' title='The Filipino is Worth Dying For'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-643341017795125296</id><published>2008-08-18T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:32:02.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tumanda lang ako ng isang taon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say anything... I am too tired, and tuliro na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to defend the holy grail tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't people let me rest? I am already tired. Yet I cannot let my comrades down. I must be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wahr mir Gott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-643341017795125296?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/643341017795125296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=643341017795125296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/643341017795125296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/643341017795125296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-2353583206852675912</id><published>2008-08-13T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:03:52.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Federalism...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Federalism must become part of the philippine system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Georgians! Defend from the Russians! Tavisupleba dideba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 a gorilla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-2353583206852675912?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/2353583206852675912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=2353583206852675912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2353583206852675912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2353583206852675912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/08/federalism.html' title='Federalism...'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-8460597890003532804</id><published>2008-08-11T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:43:39.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am home&lt;br /&gt;wherever there is a thing called destiny or fate&lt;br /&gt;wherever i can control destiny; captain my soul&lt;br /&gt;wherever i can die for my country, sweet motherland&lt;br /&gt;wherever i can fight for what is right, what is rational, what is scientific&lt;br /&gt;wherever there is such a thing called me and you; such a thing as two people together&lt;br /&gt;wherever my destiny becomes you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world has just crumbled, revolved upon things, and in the tumult of my habitat, I have just found, this very moment, inner peace and tranquility. Even if events earlier mademe shatter to pieces, I have come out, in adamant armor, steadfast, and ready to shed my blood if duty calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is my stage, and since it is as such, all the world is a place for beauty to flourish, for dreams to take fruit, to be irrigated by the grace of the Supreme Being, and to bear fruit for a hopeful tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also the stage of the multitudes of the people in this world. All of us are actors, destined to do their duty, or dharma. Some are destined to find happiness in service and some in riches. Some in risk-taking while some take a more domestic option. Some in collecting and some in merely existing. Some in writing the people's journal while some in writing the epics of tomorrow. I, for one find happiness in unravelling thetapestry and the complexity that is the mystery of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, there is but one thing that a Plationic  world and a Platonic explanation for all things cannot explain. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being even to God, that is love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the salutation of the angels to the stars.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad is the soul, when it is sad through love!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a void in the absence of the being who, by herself alone fills the world! Oh! how true it is that the beloved being becomes God. One could comprehend that God might be jealous of this had not God the Father of all evidently made creation for the soul, and the soul for love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glimpse of a smile beneath a white crape bonnet with a lilac curtain is sufficient to cause the soul to enter into the palace of dreams.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is behind everything, but everything hides God. Things are black, creatures are opaque. To love a being is to render that being transparent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the attitude of the body may be, the soul is on its knees.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parted lovers beguile absence by a thousand chimerical devices, which possess, however, a reality of their own. They are prevented from seeing each other, they cannot write to each other; they discover a multitude of mysterious means to correspond. They send each other the song of the birds, the perfume of the flowers, the smiles of children, the light of the sun, the sighings of the breeze, the rays of stars, all creation. And why not? All the works of God are made to serve love. Love is sufficiently potent to charge all nature with its messages.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh Spring! Thou art a letter that I write to her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future belongs to hearts even more than it does to minds. Love, that is the only thing that can occupy and fill eternity. In the infinite, the inexhaustible is requisite.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love participates of the soul itself. It is of the same nature. Like it, it is the divine spark; like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable. It is a point of fire that exists within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can confine, and which nothing can extinguish. We feel it burning even to the very marrow of our bones, and we see it beaming in the very depths of heaven.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Love! Adorations! voluptuousness of two minds which understand each other, of two hearts which exchange with each other, of two glances which penetrate each other! You will come to me, will you not, bliss! strolls by twos in the solitudes! Blessed and radiant days! I have sometimes dreamed that from time to time hours detached themselves from the lives of the angels and came here below to traverse the destinies of men.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can add nothing to the happiness of those who love, except to give them endless duration. After a life of love, an eternity of love is, in fact, an augmentation; but to increase in intensity even the ineffable felicity which love bestows on the soul even in this world, is impossible, even to God. God is the plenitude of heaven; love is the plenitude of man.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater mystery, woman.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us, whoever we may be, have our respirable beings. We lack air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. Suffocation of the soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day when a woman as she passes before you emits light as she walks, you are lost, you love. But one thing remains for you to do: to think of her so intently that she is constrained to think of you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What love commences can be finished by God alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is in despair and is enchanted over a glove lost or a handkerchief found, and eternity is required for its devotion and its hopes. It is composed both of the infinitely great and the infinitely little.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a stone, be adamant; if you are a plant, be the sensitive plant; if you are a man, be love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing suffices for love. We have happiness, we desire paradise; we possess paradise, we desire heaven.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh ye who love each other, all this is contained in love. Understand how to find it there. Love has contemplation as well as heaven, and more than heaven, it has voluptuousness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does she still come to the Luxembourg?" "No, sir." "This is the church where she attends mass, is it not?" "She no longer comes here." "Does she still live in this house?" "She has moved away." "Where has she gone to dwell?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"She did not say."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What a melancholy thing not to know the address of one's soul!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love has its childishness, other passions have their pettinesses. Shame on the passions which belittle man! Honor to the one which makes a child of him!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one strange thing, do you know it? I dwell in the night. There is a being who carried off my sky when she went away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! would that we were lying side by side in the same grave, hand in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, gently caressing a finger,--that would suffice for my eternity!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye who suffer because ye love, love yet more. To die of love, is to live in it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. A sombre and starry transfiguration is mingled with this torture. There is ecstasy in agony.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy of the birds! It is because they have nests that they sing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a celestial respiration of the air of paradise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep hearts, sage minds, take life as God has made it; it is a long trial, an incomprehensible preparation for an unknown destiny. This destiny, the true one, begins for a man with the first step inside the tomb. Then something appears to him, and he begins to distinguish the definitive. The definitive, meditate upon that word. The living perceive the infinite; the definitive permits itself to be seen only by the dead. In the meanwhile, love and suffer, hope and contemplate. Woe, alas! to him who shall have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will deprive him of all. Try to love souls, you will find them again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encountered in the street, a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was worn, his elbows were in holes; water trickled through his shoes, and the stars through his soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a grand thing it is to be loved! What a far grander thing it is to love! The heart becomes heroic, by dint of passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests on anything that is not elevated and great. An unworthy thought can no more germinate in it, than a nettle on a glacier. The serene and lofty soul, inaccessible to vulgar passions and emotions, dominating the clouds and the shades of this world, its follies, its lies, its hatreds, its vanities, its miseries, inhabits the blue of heaven, and no longer feels anything but profound and subterranean shocks of destiny, as the crests of mountains feel the shocks of earthquake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there did not exist some one who loved, the sun would become extinct.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Yes, it is through that magical stupidity, that I have withstood it all. It is through that power that Venus enchants that I have made a difference, and strive to make a difference. It is through the simple existence of my country that I have dedicated my life to the cause of its preservation, and it's betterment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not to me if that love is requited. It matters not whether that is rational or reciprocal. What matters is the fact that I love for the sake of loving. I love for no other reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak bylo, tak yest i tak budet vsegda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not mind me if ever I come to conflict with you. Leave me, for I have allowed you to leave me from the start. just remember this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Si alguna vez la vida te       maltrata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;uérdate de mí,&lt;br /&gt;que no puede cansarse de esperar&lt;br /&gt;aquel que no se cansa de mirart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If ever fate shows you a frown, remember me. For there is someone who hopelessly hopes and waitlessly waits for you, I who always admire you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-8460597890003532804?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/8460597890003532804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=8460597890003532804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/8460597890003532804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/8460597890003532804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-home.html' title='I am home'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-2013754032254349935</id><published>2008-08-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:39:28.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-EMO-han</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wla lang akong maisulat sa blog kaya ko naisulat ito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself again&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;What I've been doing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know&lt;br /&gt;Where all of my love should go&lt;br /&gt;Why all the hurt and the pain and the tears&lt;br /&gt;I can't show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But baby this I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my heart&lt;br /&gt;Crying in silence&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;Trying to run from your smile, your touch&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, pretending this game's a waste&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you just can't be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know&lt;br /&gt;Where all of my love should go&lt;br /&gt;Why all the hurt and the pain and the tears&lt;br /&gt;I can't show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But baby this I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my heart&lt;br /&gt;Crying in silence&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;Trying to run from your smile, your touch&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, pretending this game's a waste&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you just can't be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my heart&lt;br /&gt;Crying in silence&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;Trying to run from your smile, your touch&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, pretending this game's a waste&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you just can't be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only look my way&lt;br /&gt;If you could only listen to what I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my heart&lt;br /&gt;Crying in silence&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;Trying to run from your smile, your touch&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, pretending this game's a waste&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you just can't be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my heart&lt;br /&gt;Crying in silence&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;Trying to run from your smile, your touch&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, pretending this game's a waste&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you just can't be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying someday you'd be mine&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-2013754032254349935?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/2013754032254349935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=2013754032254349935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2013754032254349935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2013754032254349935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/08/ka-emo-han.html' 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	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good citizenship is a part of the maturity of the nation. All nations, which are developed and in a rapid pace of development, have citizens which are well-drilled and informed of their rights and duties of citizens and have a large &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The concept of citizenship started in Ancient Greece, where people earn their rights in their polis, or city-state, by military service. This was expanded in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; during the French Revolution, when service to the state was no longer exclusively military, but also civil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, the concept of citizenship in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is a corrupted definition. Filipinos always define citizenship as all-rights, but no-duty. We love to assert our rights, i.e. freedom of the speech, etc. but never do we take initiative to do what we must as citizens. Many underpay taxes, and the little that goes in to the treasury goes to other people’s pockets.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is the reason for all this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Simply put, people are idle just because they do not have incentive to work. “Man works for an object”, says Dr. Jose Rizal, “and take that object away, you reduce him to inaction.” People do not see the benefits of what they do for the country. Moreover, they do not see that rights were made to give the people the means to do their duties, and their duties were made so that the people can use fully their rights as citizens. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So this leads us to the question: How do we do it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Revolution from below is not sufficient a term to describe it. A better term to use is “peaceful and scientific revolution of the masses.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peaceful, since we do not advocate a bloody revolution. Revolution, by definition, is a radical and quick change in society. Violence is not a part of the equation. Yes, we need to make a revolution, but peacefully. We must start anew as a nation, and make a government more representative of our ideals and aspirations, but not in a manner that would destroy everything. We must accommodate differing views and work to a compromise peacefully and in order.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This revolution must also be scientific and methodical. Science, and education in general, must not be excluded from the process. This will make everything systematic and efficient. We must not have personal biases in this revolution. We must separate the person, from what he does. We may criticize a person for what he does, but not for who he is.&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Education is life’s greatest equalizer. This fact alone tells us that it jives with the general theme of revolution. Education fosters brotherhood and social interaction. Education too liberates the mind from the shackles of his physical needs and takes it to a level where man becomes critical, rational and responsible of his environment. Education, therefore is key to achieve liberty, equality, and fraternity; the pinnacles of a true revolution.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Revolution, ultimately, must come from the collective efforts of the masses. The masses, even if each one is but a small drop, become the sea when taken collectively. The masses are who the government must serve; they are the ones with whom the government has a social contract with. Thus, the masses give legitimacy to the government.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This does not necessarily mean, however, that the revolution aims only to overthrow the government. It will not be a revolution; it would simply be a coup. Revolutions change society. Society includes all, not just the government, but the citizens, most especially the masses. The revolution must make the government more representative of the people and the people more representative of all that is good. Transitively, the change in the attitudes and mentality of the people must go hand-in-hand with any change of government to make an improvement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The people’s revolution is both a moral and an economic revolution. Economic, since we must seek to uplift the quality of life of all Filipinos, to free them from hunger and all the bad thoughts that come with it. Moral, since the people’s attitude and mentality must be changed to an improved one for them to contribute better to their society, thus also uplifting their quality of living.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The masses start the revolution. The revolution starts within the masses. We must first improve the masses to make them a force for progress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We must make them GC. GC, or good citizens. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good citizens are enlightened and educated. They have sound values and have integrity. These people must have a sense of social responsibility. These people have dreams to follow; they have aspirations and goals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They must be informed and enlightened, so that they can fully enjoy their rights and meet their duties and also know what is best for them and their society. Their values must also be renewed, in order for them to think of the common good and to provide order in this chaotic situation. They must be responsible, so that they can stand up with integrity, against all forms of oppression and hardships.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good citizens are the key to the nation’s progress. Good citizens are not limited to the heroes of our national pantheon. They are those who study to help alleviate their society’s shortcomings, they are those who work and pay taxes, they are those who feed the nation, they are those who invest to tap our nation’s vast resources, they are those who use their talents and abilities to beautify and culture the nation, they are those who risk life and limb to serve the citizens of the country; they are the true heroes who will save our country. They are the people we need. It’s now or never. Quo vadis, Filipinos. Let us be worthy heirs of our glorious past, and vanguards of a bright future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-5994533983223030911?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/5994533983223030911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=5994533983223030911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/5994533983223030911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/5994533983223030911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/08/kagchan.html' title='kaGChan'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-4867420536246122516</id><published>2008-07-29T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:58:19.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saan ka man naroroon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;Saan ka man naroroon sinta&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Pag-ibig kong wagas&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Ang iyong madarama&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Kailan pa man sa iyo'y di lilimot&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Pusong uhaw sa iyong pag-irog&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Saan ka man naroroon sinta&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Pangarap ko'y ikaw&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Pagkat mahal kita&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Asahan mong sa habang panahon&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Alaala kita&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Saan ka man naroroon&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Asahan mong sa habang panahon&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Alaala kita&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;small&gt;Saan ka man naroroon&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ouch, that hurts...&lt;br /&gt;hope to find that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-4867420536246122516?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/4867420536246122516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=4867420536246122516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/4867420536246122516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/4867420536246122516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/07/saan-ka-man-naroroon.html' title='Saan ka man naroroon'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-1222631245407403303</id><published>2008-07-26T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:43:16.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aurora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/aa/Polarlicht_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/aa/Polarlicht_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aurora, dawn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the dawn of a new me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To infinity,and beyond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy love... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me get organized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my research... For my country... for my self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang kwenta yung play kanina... Parang soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ok lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future starts now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-1222631245407403303?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/1222631245407403303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=1222631245407403303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/1222631245407403303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/1222631245407403303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/07/aurora.html' title='Aurora'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-2802577286783773758</id><published>2008-07-23T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:47:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Research</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My maxim was, la carrière est ouverte aux talents, without distinction of&lt;br /&gt;birth or fortune.&lt;br /&gt;-Napoleon Bonaparte, Emperor of the French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quotable quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you are conduicting research, then surely you are in&lt;br /&gt;lab...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Corny, pero totoo... Pun holds true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do research because I am in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am in love with my country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am in love with my people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And stupidly (since it defies all methods of probability and statistical analysis), my gorilla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do research to forget my gorilla, but unfortunately, it makes me fonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Crazy love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just like research...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;not to mention, the gorilla also likes okra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like slimy things, but not slugs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Makes me miss mindoro too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But my mind is "tuliro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ngayon lang din ako nakapaglabas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Someday i'll make a real treatise on the common things between research and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for now, i must enjoy myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;be like the rain while the sun is up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;JUST FOUND CHARACTERIZATION OF OKRA... YEHEY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy, sappy, sad, sappy, happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Research is my destiny, so are you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Will make masci logo tarpaulin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scientific excellence is on the line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;FOR God, For Country...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Steadfast and as always, handsomely adamantine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Justox Dizaola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-2802577286783773758?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/2802577286783773758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=2802577286783773758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2802577286783773758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2802577286783773758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-and-research.html' title='Love and Research'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-1390968103152988566</id><published>2008-07-17T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:31:02.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libertad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah, a fire started in Libertad. Making my classmates stuck. I stuck with them for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wendelle and Christine Ambushed me... or I ambushed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Preparing for tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCAE. CALCULUS. PISAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotterdammerung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-1390968103152988566?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/1390968103152988566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=1390968103152988566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/1390968103152988566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/1390968103152988566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/07/libertad.html' title='Libertad!'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-3390600992531827382</id><published>2008-07-14T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:49:05.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuwing umuulan at kapiling ka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" style="border-collapse: collapse" width="182" id="table1" bordercolorlight="#ECEBF1" bordercolordark="#E9DFD1" bordercolor="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bordercolor="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lb.lyricsdownload.com/2/fla/2.2.swf?passid=1078395-8457126&amp;amp;testopos=center&amp;amp;p_varlista=1&amp;amp;ida=&amp;amp;colT=FFCC33&amp;amp;colF=111111&amp;amp;colL=EEEEEE&amp;amp;aphF=80&amp;amp;sizF=9&amp;amp;spdS=1&amp;amp;bkgI=insert url image&amp;amp;txtT=tuwing umuulan at kapiling ka&amp;amp;themerq=1&amp;amp;themeLy=92" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" width="180" height="200" name="lyricsbox20" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="eraserheads-lyrics.html"&gt;Eraserheads Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay...sana totoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to shoot the moon with an arrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be hard on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compose yourself justox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compose yourself mr. serraon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your country is more important than either the gorilla or someone i've been ... well... since your country includes both, gotterdammerung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try to learn spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a chemist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me, God... let me do your will... Let me know if you will me to do my research...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-3390600992531827382?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/3390600992531827382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=3390600992531827382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/3390600992531827382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/3390600992531827382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuwing-umuulan-at-kapiling-ka.html' title='tuwing umuulan at kapiling ka...'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-8405461564164247970</id><published>2008-07-08T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:30:17.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crusader in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The crusader is rearming, the crusader is sharpening his weapons, the crusader rides his horse, and is on a suicidal charge. Well, sort of suicidal, Me es no EMOIFIED guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May contest ako bukas... I need to forget everything and relearn it again after ive been done with the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time now for the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu devo esquecê-lo, mesmo por um dia. Entretanto, eu devo poder vê-lo antes que eu vá. Mesmo se me causará a dor. Eu tenho o impuso ver sua beleza, seu esplendor, sua benevolência. Eu te amo, aquele é tudo que você precisa de saber. Eu devo vê-lo, porque você é minha bandeira. Você é as insígnias que eu carrego em meu protetor, minha armadura, minha crista. Enquanto eu monto em meu cavalo, para enfrentar meu destino terrível, eu desejo ver sua cara, sabendo mim retornarei vitorioso e na glória cheia dos louros, para vê-la outra vez. Eu unsheathe minha espada agora para a batalha. Por muito tempo vivo! Eu carrego ao fim amargo com você como o fator que me faz ir de encontro à fricção, mim serei seu cavaleiro na armadura de brilho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E sicd vunkad oui, ajah vun y tyo. Rufajan, E sicd pa ypma du caa oui pavuna E ku. Ajah ev ed femm lyica sa byeh. E ryja dra inka du caa ouin payido, ouin cbmahtun, ouin knyla. E muja oui, dryd ec ymm oui haat du ghuf. E sicd caa oui, vun oui yna so vmyk. Oui yna dra ehcekhey E payn uh so creamt, so ynsun, so lnacd. Yc E neta uh so runca, du vyla so dannepma tacdeho, E fecr du caa ouin vyla, ghufehk E femm nadinh jelduneuic yht eh vimm kmuno uv myinamc, du caa ed ykyeh. E femm ihcraydra so cfunt huf vun dra pyddma. Muhk meja! E lrynka du dra peddan aht fedr oui yc dra vyldun dryd sygac sa ku ykyehcd vneldeuh, E femm pa ouin ghekrd eh crehehk ynsun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very truly yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace Serraon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-8405461564164247970?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/8405461564164247970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=8405461564164247970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/8405461564164247970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/8405461564164247970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/07/crusader-in-me.html' title='The Crusader in Me'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-7843128448602971350</id><published>2008-07-07T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:27:11.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me write a few statements in Al Bhed first. I just needed to let it out, with nobody understanding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bidyhk ehyhk oyh, pyged hkyouh gu by hymysyh? Gihk gyemyh ygu hyrimuk cygy hysyh hymykmyk. Bilry... Gydyhkyryh gu neh a... Fyk hy nyf yguhk isycy,isycy by... Kyku... Sycysy by hedu, ecy by cy behygysymymybed guhk gyepekyh oihk tyremyh... Banu he sehcyhte gu coy cececereh... Rehte hoy gycymyhyh... Gycymyhyh gu... Banu sycycygdyh myhk oihk pypya a... Ceka hy... Ryryoyyh gu hy myhk hy sycygdyh ygu... byny gihk cygymehk sycygdyh coy... symysyh syh myhk hoy hysyo pypymegyh by coy... Hykrerehdyo ygu... Pymeg cy tydehk cedfycouh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banu hkyouh syc synihuhk hy ygu... Kykyfy ygu hk bynyyh... Rehte gu myhk kicduhk sycygdyh gy... Sycyged cy ygeh... Banu yhu by hky py yhk sykykyfy gu? Gyred yhuhk bemeeh gu sycyged... Pyrymy hy... Teouc hy yhk Pyrymy... Pycdy, Syrym Gedy, Da Ysu, E muja oui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syrym hy Syrym gedy, Tuhhy... Fyk gy myhk cyhyhk sycygdyh, sycyoy hy ygu... Symygehk guhcfamu hy byny cy ygeh oih... Dyhkkyb gu hy... Ymys gu hy neh hkyouh gihk pyged epy yhk gemuc su cy ygeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synyrem byhyruh hy neh cekinu hy kyfeh su oihk kehyfy he Lmyita cy eou, byny xiedc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyhih syh, SYRYM BY NEH GEDY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syrym gu by neh yhk ecyhk Kunemoyhk synihuhk sykcimyd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecyhk Synemyk hy tymyky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyrymy hy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahasuc luh xia... E femm lynno uh. Xia cany cany...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone else. All I can say... Magpapakamatay na ako sa trabaho... Baka makalimot... Pero ayokong limutin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sera sera. Tenemos con que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of shock... Hope better awaits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Si alguna vez la vida te maltrata&lt;br /&gt;acuerdate de mi,&lt;br /&gt;que no consarse de esperar&lt;br /&gt;aquel que no se canse de mirarte."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis Garcia Montero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;yan na lang ang iiwan ko sa iyo... yan na lang muna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahala ka na magtranslate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta yan na yun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-7843128448602971350?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/7843128448602971350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=7843128448602971350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/7843128448602971350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/7843128448602971350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/07/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha...'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-9154257561560068667</id><published>2008-07-02T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:00:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justox Dizaola, speaking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am faced with a terrible katangahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa harap ko na nga kahapon, di ko pa na take-advantage of... bobo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simpleng number lang un o.. ni wala ngang equation of a line dun e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like love... mahirap mainlove sa isang gorilla... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may contest ako sa july 9... hope better awaits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... fight to the bitter end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that my scimitar doesn't dull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope movie goes as planned, we lost 2 calendar days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ace is back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever was, forever is, and forever will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responsibility is going above and beyond the call of duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my country right or wrong, that is, I must make my country right when it is wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zazzizol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-9154257561560068667?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/9154257561560068667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=9154257561560068667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/9154257561560068667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/9154257561560068667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/07/justox-dizaola-speaking.html' title='Justox Dizaola, speaking...'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-2491913158363496082</id><published>2008-07-01T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:20:44.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a 2k lifestyle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;really hard... just came home from mindoro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came for 2 reasons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one, to see my cousin, named catherine, from the united states... been grade 4 when i last met them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two, to escape. Needed time of... mind felt like a wrung sponge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. needed rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing math...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 my country over my gorilla since my gorilla is a citizen of my country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-2491913158363496082?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/2491913158363496082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=2491913158363496082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2491913158363496082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2491913158363496082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/07/2k-lifestyle.html' title='a 2k lifestyle...'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-6668498725133843176</id><published>2008-06-27T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:35:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do i do this... well... My nationalism...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;will go to mindoro later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i arrive by monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko pa nasabi nasa harapan ko na kanina... gotterdammerung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi e... tanga... tanga... tanga ako... gotterdammerung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, you'd say, what can make me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-6668498725133843176?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/6668498725133843176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=6668498725133843176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/6668498725133843176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/6668498725133843176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-do-i-do-this-well-my-nationalism.html' title='How do i do this... well... My nationalism...'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-8395793627169292515</id><published>2008-06-26T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:06:02.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DTJK....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lagi akong galit lately... needs to cool off real bad... so take me to Mindoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;good thing the good ol' gorilla acts like a stilt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;find out the acronym...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its a song of sitti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for Hershey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;revival...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And so, for the first time, I took my pc to a place that isn't my domicile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What can i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time... Time... Time... and Time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;can a day be extended to 48 hours? or give me a remote that Adam Sandler in "Click" has...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;getting tired of being the frontliner, getting spread too thin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hope relief comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ace is in a state of oblivion, justox is in a state of calamity. But out of it will come a merger of the two personas, destined to save his country...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-8395793627169292515?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/8395793627169292515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=8395793627169292515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/8395793627169292515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/8395793627169292515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/06/dtjk.html' title='DTJK....'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-373542271763885686</id><published>2008-06-25T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:40:06.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;good grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observers from singapore tom. and i only have 6 hours to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes hard, but tenemos con que. We will have to break rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... so ideserve my vacation for the weekend. seems like a week passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, i love my petit madamoiselle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thazzit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-373542271763885686?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/373542271763885686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=373542271763885686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/373542271763885686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/373542271763885686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/06/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-7783111515522325020</id><published>2008-06-20T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:09:23.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekwasted by a Busified Me (omg... de ja vu!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pendotech.com/images/mad_scientist.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.pendotech.com/images/mad_scientist.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deja vu... Same PC... same title, same person in conversation, just that it will be published now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics, chemistry, biology, geometry, algebra, calculus, trigonometry, add that to filmmaking and my normal work load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will explode like Xenon tetrafluoride in a span of few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May research pa ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I still find time to get a glimpse of her, (yeah, gorilla's a she), but a conversation? probably will take up a good amount of my time; I sadly admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun, I now found out how difficult it is for you to see a woman crying because of something i told her. Whether i did right or wrong, time can only tell... Mahirap e...kahit ba may gus2 ako sa kanya *remember earlier definition?* kasi nakakaguilty talaga. As a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung dahilan, confidential...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i get the words i need to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, not that dysprosium thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekly summary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okidokie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Nothing in particular. Courtesy. Well, an audience impact was made. Couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Nothing. Normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Prepared for impromptu program for mr. taylor. Was excused for half a day. Made script work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Long day. Went to physics training... Mind still bleeding up to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell week over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if i can survive this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something that I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders on how he will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I dream of that thing, I imagine myself being paraded from the city hall to MaSci. They will let me step in front of the grotto by the Bordner building, and bang, shoot me at the back. Execution style. I'm always being confronted by such death visions. let it stop, kindly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing she's still crammed in my mind with all those duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else i'd fallen insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i mustn't expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait till the Pacific burns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep... wait till the Pacific burns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always remember that: Im EFFIN Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://criss3.site.voila.fr/terragen/meditation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://criss3.site.voila.fr/terragen/meditation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Utopia, for me. Made by a PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind stopped bleeding =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-7783111515522325020?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/7783111515522325020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=7783111515522325020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/7783111515522325020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/7783111515522325020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekwasted-by-busified-me-omg-de-ja-vu.html' title='Weekwasted by a Busified Me (omg... de ja vu!)'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-3233381081719113410</id><published>2008-06-19T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:03:37.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi. Its me again. And now its really hard for me. I've been very rude, I suppose. I owe an apology, but how do i get there. I LOVE losing opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Que sera sera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, Gorilla business...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My turn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Doing homework and research, gotterdammerung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-3233381081719113410?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/3233381081719113410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=3233381081719113410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/3233381081719113410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/3233381081719113410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/06/sont-des-mots-qui-vont-tres-bien.html' title='Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-3370019085356520071</id><published>2008-06-17T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:45:38.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargo</title><content type='html'>First:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet connection's just been cut... Lethargic, so blog posts will be few. I will, as such try my best to give quality instead. Sincerest Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer for my Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any information here was written at my pleasure. If ever I quote someone, he or she owns it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also will comply with any requests for any information in this blog to be removed especially if you believe i have infringed on your rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to post this article. It struck me like an axe striking a sequoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Jolt from the True State of Science in the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;By Flor&lt;br /&gt;LacanilaoINQUIRER.net&lt;br /&gt;Posted date: May 11, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Graduation address to the&lt;br /&gt;Institute of Biology, U P Diliman, 21 April 2007&lt;br /&gt;If you are expecting an&lt;br /&gt;inspirational talk, I am sorry to disappoint you because I am going to jolt you&lt;br /&gt;with the true state of Philippine science.You have had enough inspirational&lt;br /&gt;talks from your teachers in the last 4 years. It is the teacher’s job to inspire&lt;br /&gt;students to learn, that is why you are here today. Congratulations! You are now&lt;br /&gt;equipped to face the challenges of the real world, as you pursue your career in&lt;br /&gt;science and responsibilities to your family and to your country. Always remember&lt;br /&gt;these two, for they are the reasons you have been educated. Say thanks to your&lt;br /&gt;parents.I will give you a glimpse of the world waiting for you – focusing on the&lt;br /&gt;sad state of our science – hoping that you will make it part of your job to&lt;br /&gt;improve it. Recently I have been writing about science in the Philippines,&lt;br /&gt;mainly on how it should be done. The stories have been published in the&lt;br /&gt;Philippine Star, in the column called Star Science every Thursday. After four&lt;br /&gt;articles I was informed by the column editor that many of our respected&lt;br /&gt;scientists found my articles adversarial and counter-productive. My fifth paper&lt;br /&gt;was not printed. That was in August last year.Let me give you some excerpts from&lt;br /&gt;these articles, which form my main message to you:1. The progress of a nation&lt;br /&gt;depends on its performance in science and technology, which is measured by the&lt;br /&gt;number of valid publications -- publications in international refereed&lt;br /&gt;journals.2. Nations with more publications in international journals are ahead&lt;br /&gt;of the Philippines in economic growth. In 2000, the total number of Japan’s&lt;br /&gt;publications in international journals was 160 times that of the Philippines;&lt;br /&gt;that of China was 58 times. Ten years ago, publications of smaller Taiwan were&lt;br /&gt;23 times and tiny Singapore, 6 times more than those of the Philippines.3.&lt;br /&gt;Problems that stunt the growth of science in the Philippines are rooted more in&lt;br /&gt;wrong research practices than lack of funding as commonly thought or made the&lt;br /&gt;excuse. 4. In the early 1990s, our S&amp;amp;T budget increased four-fold or from&lt;br /&gt;about P800 million to more than P3 billion. Holders of graduate degrees in&lt;br /&gt;science and engineering also increased. The UP College of Science alone granted&lt;br /&gt;over 500 advanced degrees in 1985-1994. But our S&amp;amp;T performance did not&lt;br /&gt;improve. The yearly publication output remained the same for 14 years in&lt;br /&gt;1981-1995. 5. Poor graduate training is a major cause. An important feature of&lt;br /&gt;advanced training in science is the thesis, which is meant as preparation for&lt;br /&gt;published research. But in our graduate schools, except UP, the graduate degree&lt;br /&gt;is granted without a published thesis.6. Hence, out of the country’s nearly 500&lt;br /&gt;publications in international journals in 2002, UP’s share was 40 percent,&lt;br /&gt;whereas the combined publication output of La Salle, Ateneo, UST, and San Carlos&lt;br /&gt;was only 8 percent. 7. In university rankings using academic capability&lt;br /&gt;indicators (such as advance degree holders), four from the Philippines (UP, La&lt;br /&gt;Salle, Ateneo, UST) made the list of the top 100 universities in Asia and the&lt;br /&gt;top 500 universities in the world. But in other rankings that used academic&lt;br /&gt;performance indicators (such as research output), no university from the&lt;br /&gt;Philippines made it in the top 100 in the Asia Pacific, or in the world’s top&lt;br /&gt;500. These studies show that indicators of capability do not guarantee&lt;br /&gt;performance; PhDs do not assure valid publications.8. Publications in&lt;br /&gt;international journals should therefore be required in (a) granting the PhD&lt;br /&gt;degree, (b) appointing members of the graduate faculty, (c) giving research&lt;br /&gt;grants, promotions and awards, and (d) appointing science administrators. With&lt;br /&gt;these, we can never go wrong.9. Making these changes will not be easy. The usual&lt;br /&gt;problems with incumbents, politics and mediocrity have defied past attempts. For&lt;br /&gt;example, faculties often voted against changes because members enjoy benefits&lt;br /&gt;with project reports only. 10. “The public will remain uninformed and uneducated&lt;br /&gt;in science until the media professionals decide otherwise, until they stop&lt;br /&gt;quoting charlatans and quacks, and until respected scientists speak up.11.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, whereas science alone cannot save the Philippines, the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;without science cannot be saved. This was also said of Africa.Should speaking&lt;br /&gt;the truth spark negative reactions? People say the truth hurts. I think the&lt;br /&gt;truth hurts only the culprits.Ralph Waldo Emerson was quoted as having said,&lt;br /&gt;“Speak the whole truth, as you see it, or do not speak at all.” And from Albert&lt;br /&gt;Einstein, “If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the&lt;br /&gt;tailor.”My articles also got positive reactions. One was from a&lt;br /&gt;Filipino-American scientist, Dr. Raul Suarez, who was a graduate student here in&lt;br /&gt;early 1970s, in the former zoology dept. He is now a professor of Biology at the&lt;br /&gt;University of California at Santa Barbara and editor of a leading international&lt;br /&gt;journal, the Journal of Experimental Biology, published in Cambridge, UK.Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Suarez’s article also appeared in Star Science, Part 1. on 12 April 2007 and&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 on 5 April 2007. His concluding statement: “We learned from Rizal’s life&lt;br /&gt;that it should not be considered a bad thing to write of darkness, foul air, and&lt;br /&gt;dirty water. Filipinos shot the messenger in 1896 and his message was censored&lt;br /&gt;for decades afterwards by the Church and banned in some of the best universities&lt;br /&gt;in the country.&lt;br /&gt;“It is in this light that I view negative reactions to&lt;br /&gt;objective analyses of the state of Philippine science. How sadly&lt;br /&gt;counter-productive! How contrary such reactions are to the interests of the&lt;br /&gt;Filipino people! But for every Filipino in Rizal’s firing squad in 1896, there&lt;br /&gt;were thousands of others who joined the revolution. Today, for every person who&lt;br /&gt;does not want to read or hear of dysfunction in Philippine science, there are&lt;br /&gt;many more who realize that it is time for change.”I gave you only a quick look&lt;br /&gt;of the science atmosphere in the Philippines, under which you will pursue your&lt;br /&gt;science career. I hope you give Philippine science a longer look to make&lt;br /&gt;improving it a part of your career.Thank you and again, congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A critique will follow later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me to be a scientist now. But its my duty. My destiny. My all. I have the power to save my country if I become a scientist. Only then can i do my Dharma... Though I will be unappreciated, yes, I believe that I want to trade this job for no other job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My country is my love. However, I also love a gorilla =) Different types of love that is, but I love my country better since the gorilla I love is part of my country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting weary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-3370019085356520071?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/3370019085356520071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=3370019085356520071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/3370019085356520071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/3370019085356520071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/06/lethargo.html' title='Lethargo'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-2085283005305452436</id><published>2008-06-13T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:13:55.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamagat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pakialam nyo ba sa title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba ito... What a week it has been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already resigned myself to fate. Only it stands between me and my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, UPCAT forms have already been filled up... Fingers crossed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get my first choice, BS Chemistry in UP Diliman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to feel like, uhm well, an older brother. It's kinda weird, since I never had anyone of my age to talk to at home, save for my cat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/46881006/1/511115257"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/01/46881006/1_511115257l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, looks weird... but these sisters are quite dear to me, really... The one in yellow is Joyce, the younger one, my classmate in First Year and Second Year, while the one in pink is Marjorie, aka Gori, my classmate from Third Year to present. It's as if sawa na ako sa kanila. For four years Sierra ang seatmate ko, and i have served as alalay, maid, slave, minsan punching bag, or kung anu-ano pa... Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be serious, I take these ladies as my charge. Being with either one of them for actually most of my imaginable high school life is enough reason for me to appreciate who they are, yes, and I will sometimes act as a protector, older brother sort of guy... Bahala kayo, basta pag may nangyari dyan sa dalawang yan, bubugbugin ko kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong, I do not harbor any romantic feelings for any of these 2 damsels. I just have a responsibility to be at their disposal whenever they need assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that they treat me as a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 11...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, thinking, thinking real hard on something, you can find that in my YM archive. (hey, I love to archive messages.) My archive is private, and will only be published with the written consent of the one i spoken to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for the first time i found myself without a care, and yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that it will be harder for me to see my beloved gorilla (NOT GORI SIERRA, gotterdammerung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you figure it out...The gorilla's Donkey Kong) now that the gorilla will not be in the same class as I am. I am very sure that yes, i admit, that my morale will drop... I mean, with all that load in journalism, seeing its hair, (yes, when in ponytail, its hair is already 1 x 10^10^10... times beautiful) and those eyes, will be enough, and probably more than was enough, for me to carry on and do the good old and dirty job of layouting the feezin school paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that the gorilla loves to write (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; what a special gorilla, knows how to write!!!!) and to take a good opportunity from it would be well... ask it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence Day! I love my country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, June 12... We went to Luneta for nothing, it was an uneventful day before it ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got kicked out of Finite Math early, and I was planning to talk to the gorilla once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jon took me out to the canteen for a drink (of water, oh, gotterdammerung!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so i thought all was lost... until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take the Sierras to the train, yes, for no particular reason, except for my own pleasure... Yes, and I found out that the Donkey Kong was coming with them, anyway the train they'll take will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Opportunity earned. opportunity grabbed. I talked to the gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was about to leave them, someone let slip that due to the independence day celebrations, LRT is free. I decided, having forgotten about my assignments, to join them, hoping that I can be with gorilla up to monumento and spend some more time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell... I was WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if all commuters took the LRT. After having missed a train, Joyce met an acquaintance of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one train came, Joyce came in, the guy followed but we cannot follow, since the guy was blocking the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey Kong was worried, she said the guy was suspicious. No, I didn't believe at first but then, for service to the Sierras and the gorilla, I decided to go with Gorie to the station to fetch Joyce, who will be waiting for us with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the station... yes, Joyce was cornered... to a column supporting a station. When the guy saw us, he backed off. If he didn't well, he'll taste my wrath... i was under orders to beat him to a pulp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went back immediately, but made it a point to talk to joyce tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photofinish! luckily, i did my assignments quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/362793667_3659029626_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another uneventful day. Yes, same old olds... old officers, old stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned to create a poem for my class' presentation for monday. I asked to be excused for lunch, since i wanted to eat out, and i can't think of a good idea for a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ordered, i saw Donkey kong and her friends come to KFC. (I went first, gotterdammerung!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I prefered a private seat. Donkey Kong's Hair was more than enough for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I ate, amazingly, I finished the poem in less than 15 minutes, starting from no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... gotta rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaz iz all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My country is something so valuable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kung may gusto ako sa isang tao, siguradong hindi ko siya mahal&lt;br /&gt;Pero pag wala akong gusto sa kanya, lagot, patay na patay na ako sa kanya!&lt;br /&gt;Kung may gusto ako sa iyo, balewalain mo&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung wala, naku, sigurado mahal na kita..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love a Gorilla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-2085283005305452436?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/2085283005305452436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=2085283005305452436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2085283005305452436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2085283005305452436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/06/pamagat.html' title='Pamagat'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-8138197136003228842</id><published>2008-06-10T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:10:21.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of classes... juz about it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah, after bein idle for the exciting month of Beltaine (May, in Gaelic), i stumble upon myself posting for the start of classes... oh well, May was actually too exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:'+2';"&gt;Bamboo - So Far Away lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore&lt;br /&gt;It would be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t help to know that you’re just time away&lt;br /&gt;Long ago I reached for you and there you stood&lt;br /&gt;Holding you again could only do me good&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could, but you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more song about movin’ along the highway&lt;br /&gt;Can’t say much of anything that’s new&lt;br /&gt;If I could only work this life out my way&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather spend it bein’ close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;You’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelin’ around sure gets me down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Nothin’ else to do but close my mind&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope the road don’t come to own me&lt;br /&gt;But there’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore&lt;br /&gt;It would be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn’t help to know, it doesn’t help to know&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t help to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:'+1';"&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.lyricsmode.com/'" target="'_blank'"&gt;Song lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bamboo/so_far_away.html" target="'_blank'"&gt;So Far Away lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmn... yes, the first day as a senior was quite fun for me... meeting old friends... catching up on whats the buzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've discussed some things with eishrine, a new classmate (not exactly new. it's complicated =) ) but i am not in the position to disclose them online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and homework immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though happy, i feel kinda choked with emoness right now, i can't disclose it right away... let it cool off... that old favorite of mine up there will probably show a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your servant as always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-8138197136003228842?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/8138197136003228842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=8138197136003228842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/8138197136003228842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/8138197136003228842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-of-classes-juz-about-it.html' title='First day of classes... juz about it...'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-4701359156932076901</id><published>2008-04-25T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:36:50.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit ba kailangang may title? Ayaw ko e...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ae/Interior_Render_of_a_Living_Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ae/Interior_Render_of_a_Living_Room.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was really kind of shocked to find out that this is 100% computer generated. Parang tunay na talaga sya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Kahapon umuwi ako sa Cavite after my classes, birthday kasi ni Mikolo e. Best friend ko yun sa dati kong skul... Kaya ayun, kahit may klase ulit sa Maynila, umuwi ako. May konting salu-salo kina Mikolo noon, tapos lumipat kami kasi si Diego, na kaklase nya ay kasabay pala niya ng Birthday. Dun kami tumambay buong hapon. Ang saya namin nun, grabe. May inuman pa... Tapos may nakilala ako kasi kasama ni Cheska (*dating kaklase) na "Krizzy" ata ang pangalan. Kursunada ko, pero di ko nakuha number... awww... iba talaga ang kabitenya hahahaha.... (oopss... dedz ako)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, gumawa ako ng clay. Nakakatuwa paglaruan, kaya lang humahawa sa kamay yung kulay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May isang palaisipan na nasa utak ng ko. Kung ikaw ay binato ng bato, at nilanghap mo ito, ano ka? Hilo? (*fck random nonsense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang dapat kong ayusin, I must fix my state of mind. I've been quite confused lately... I need time off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, nakapagtataka. Sa UPCAT reviewer ko, nung kinuha ko, 7/25 ako sa arithmetic, pero 19/20 ako sa Physics at Chem. Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan na lang ako ng kung sino man na nagugulo ko. Magulo ako ngayon... Un p lng kc alam kong release activity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ibang balita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayusin ko muna research namin... next post after i return from cavite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awit ni Maria Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Walang kasintamis ang mga sandali sa sariling bayan,&lt;br /&gt;Doon sa ang lahat ay pinagpapala ng halik ng araw,&lt;br /&gt;May buhay na dulot ang mahinhing simoy na galing sa parang.&lt;br /&gt;Pagsinta'y matimyas, at napakatamis ng kamatayan man.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Maapoy na halik, ang idinarampi ng labi ng ina&lt;br /&gt;Paggising ng sanggol sa kanyang kandungan na walang balisa,&lt;br /&gt;Pagkawit sa leeg ng bisig na sabik pa-uumaga na,&lt;br /&gt;Matang manininging ay nangakangiti't pupos ng ligaya.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Mamatay ay langit kung dahil sa ating lupang tinubuan,&lt;br /&gt;Doon sa ang lahat ay pinagpapala ng halik ng araw,&lt;br /&gt;Ang mahinhing simoy ns galing sa bukid ay lubhang mapanglaw&lt;br /&gt;Sa wala nang ina, wala nang tahana't walang nagmamahal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bigla ko lang yang nakita... Well, its so nice... Yung last two lines, ang translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death is the breeze for him who has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt; no country, no mother, and no love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Emo na pala ang mga tao noon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na. I need rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I still believe that even if the darkest clouds come, even if Mount Pinatubo blackens the sky, the sun of progress and wisdom will still shine upon my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-4701359156932076901?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/4701359156932076901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=4701359156932076901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/4701359156932076901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/4701359156932076901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/04/bakit-ba-kailangang-may-title-ayaw-ko-e.html' title='Bakit ba kailangang may title? Ayaw ko e...'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-1856477368483357554</id><published>2008-04-23T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:37:33.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On "The Philippines A Century Hence" - Dr. Jose Rizal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buenosairespe.com.ar/images/rizal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.buenosairespe.com.ar/images/rizal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This essay was written by our national hero about 100 years ago. So it is probably high time for us to find out how we fared and how close we were to this predictions, and how we can learn from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dr. Rizal predicted two options for the Filipino People during his time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First, Filipinas would be considered Spanish territory, but this would happen if and only if the Filipinos were treated with respect and equality under law, and only if liberalization happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, it did not happen, so the second option, that the Filipinos would shake off the Spanish yoke, came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So this is what we are going to follow, and we will compare and contrast what Dr Rizal predicted and what actually happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dr. Rizal predicted that the revolution would be bloody, and by bloody hell it was. Filipinos fought tenaciously, that is until the Americans came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dr. Rizal also predicted that the Americans would come, however he predicted that it would be unlikely since &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:times new roman;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;this is contrary to her traditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;." &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;However, America did this through cunning and not through direct military conflict, and to hell with traditions! Americans had been hypocrites... And i hope they will no longer be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement was once true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Very likely the Philippines will defend with inexpressible valor the liberty secured at the price of so much blood and sacrifice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With the new men that will spring from their soil and with the recollection of their past, they will perhaps strife to enter freely upon the wide road of progress, and all will labor together to strengthen their fatherland, both internally and externally, with the same enthusiasm, with which a youth falls again to tilling the land of his ancestors who long wasted and abandoned through the neglect of those who have withheld it from him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the mines will be made to give up their gold for relieving distress, iron for weapons, copper, lead, and coal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps the country will revive the maritime and mercantile life for which the islanders are fitted by their nature, ability and instincts, and once more free, like the bird that leaves its cage, like the flower that unfolds to the air, will recover the pristine virtues that are gradually dying out and will again become addicted to peace -- cheerful, happy, joyous, hospitable and daring."&lt;/p&gt;However, can we see this in the Filipino of today? Are Filipinos laboring together to strengthen their fatherland? I do not think that this is being done. We are actually vivisecting the fatherland, in a sense. We take what we can from it and leave the cadaver for other scavengers to do their thing. Wala tayong utang na loob sa bansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this struck me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absence of any great preponderance of one race over the others will free their imagination from all mad ambitions of domination, and as they tendency of countries that have been tyrannized over, when they once shake off the yoke, is to adopt the freest government, like a boy leaving school, like the beat of the pendulum or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by a law of reaction, the Islands will probably declare themselves a federal republic&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:times new roman;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that law of reaction is currently on-going. There are calls in the provinces for a federalist form. yet, for the almost 50 years of our existence as a sovereign nation after the World Wars, nothing significant happened for federalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a rejection of Dr. Rizal's words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, since it is the politicians in Imperial Manila who holds all power. The provinces are under-represented. So, that is the cause of the negative effects of regionalism. Federalism will make this regionalism into something positive, while not actually eviscerating the unity of the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know, but I advocate federalism. A treatise on that will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Rizal proves prophetic, otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-1856477368483357554?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/1856477368483357554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=1856477368483357554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/1856477368483357554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/1856477368483357554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-philippines-century-hence-dr-jose.html' title='On &quot;The Philippines A Century Hence&quot; - Dr. Jose Rizal'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-2000022258993840995</id><published>2008-04-23T12:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:52:59.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexons d'un creient alliberat</title><content type='html'>Ito ako, kararating lang from chem camp, tapos hindi na matutuloy sa Rockwell (awwwwwww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad astra per aspera. From adversity to the stars. My motto, shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism is one thing I have a hard time balancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="433"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=54805178&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" flashvars="id=54805178&amp;amp;width=1337" height="433" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/54805178/"&gt;Maria Clara&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://xergille.deviantart.com/"&gt;Xergille&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Naalala ko na naman ang Noli me Tangere. Pati na rin yung summary ng El Filibusterismo. Alam ko na halos 100 taon na mula ng ito'y isulat ni Gat Jose Rizal, pero bakit hindi pa rin nawawala ang kanser sa lipunang nais niyang ipakita noon pa man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga at wala na ang mga Kastila, pero ang mga prayle ay napalitan na ng mga lehislador at ang mga Pilipino ay ganoon pa rin, walang pagkakaisa at may pansariling interes pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba kasi walang halaga sa atin ang mga bagay na magpapabuti sa ating bansa?&lt;br /&gt;Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaya pupunta ako sa eskwela at mag-aayos nang ilang trabaho. Yun lang. Mamaya na ulit ako magpopost, pero para sa kaligayahan ninyo, may ilalagay akong isang video mula sa youtube. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction="left" behavior="scroll"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scientia est modus praemunio mea patria postremo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lte2PVi6gY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lte2PVi6gY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego sum Filipino - hereditas glorificus praeteritus , obses ad incertus posterus.&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/28425424191758403-2000022258993840995?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/2000022258993840995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=2000022258993840995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2000022258993840995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/2000022258993840995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflexons-dun-creient-alliberat.html' title='Reflexons d&apos;un creient alliberat'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-1491794313400020002</id><published>2008-04-22T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:27:59.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradiso... and random mumblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sas.com/offices/asiapacific/philippines/images/ortigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.sas.com/offices/asiapacific/philippines/images/ortigas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Greenhills kanina, and grabe, it was like paradise for me... Maraming shops with computer-related goods, and maraming restaurants, kaya pede nyo na akong iwanan dun at magiging masaya ako. Hahaha. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, so bale pag-iipunan ko yung original na Sim City 4 Deluxe para makarehistro ako sa Maxis. May plano kasi akong irecreate ang Mega Manila sa Sim City according sa kagustuhan ko. Grabe... Tapos subukan ko pang mag-aral ng 3d animation. Hell pala yun. Yung Sim City, 1995 lang naman at yung Autodesk 3dmax na hinahanap ko, 10,000 lang naman. Ang hirap magbuo ng pondo. Buti na lang may paraan ang mga Pilipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi lang yun... May isa din akong pinag-iipunan, na kahit short-term e un pa rin ang focus ko, mas madali kasi e. At isa pa, may kadamay na unggoy na namamato ng mga casko ng alak. Hahahahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SA3mSEMArHI/AAAAAAAAABY/dIt-SvzrsU0/s1600-h/students.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SA3mSEMArHI/AAAAAAAAABY/dIt-SvzrsU0/s320/students.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192059143464201330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayun, so ito ang mga plano ko sa nalalabing 1.3333333... na buwan ng taon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fix Research. TOP PRIORITY KO ITO NGAYONG BAKASYON&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAg-aral ng isang programming language. Iimprove ko na lang siguro ang C ko.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mag-self review para sa UPCAT, pero sana sa ibang bansa ako ipatapon ng Diyos para mag-aral.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mag-aral ng techniques sa editing para sa negosyo ko.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Sa research kasi, palagay ko mas makakatulong ako sa bansa ko. Destino ko na siguro ito, maging isang chemist. Destino ko na ang pagiging isang taong nagpipilit magbigay ng gamot sa isang bansang hindi nagpapahalaga sa akin. Yun lang... Oh well... Hindi ako magpapaconvert sa relihiyong EMO, may Butasismo na ako e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Isususulat ko din pala yung doktrina ngayong summer... Tsk... tsk... tsk... (JKz)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, sana may berze dyan na nakakaalam kung ano na gagawin sa outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang isa sa mga nakita ko sa LRT, nakapost dun kasi mga tulang Espanyol, isulat ko na lang para kung sakali sana may makarinig dyan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Si alguna vez la vida te maltrata&lt;br /&gt;acuerdate de mi,&lt;br /&gt;que no consarse de esperar&lt;br /&gt;aquel que no se canse de mirarte."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis Garcia Montero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bukas naman, Rockwell ang titirahin ko. Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May say din ako sa nangyayaring krisis sa pagkain. Hindi kasi natin pinapahalagahan ang ating magsasaka, kaya nauubos sila. Idedetalye ko ito, pero isusulat ko muna bilang isang essay para mas maging maayos ang pagkakapaliwanag ng mga idea at konsepto ko ukol sa isyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Meus animus. perpetuus , Meus. animositas , semper libera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meus patria , umquam veneratio quod diligo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ego fides ista ego mos servio et assero tibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ut permaneo spiritus quod ut permaneo occumbo of meus cruor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dum fidelis libertas , imperium , progressio , et justicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fio vestri chalybs et vestri servus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ego fides qui omnis mea facina eris pro vestri bonus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanquam talis , ego animus certo illi quae sustineo vobis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quae sustineo civitas futurus vestra civitas futurus tanquam a natio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agricolum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-1491794313400020002?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/1491794313400020002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=1491794313400020002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/1491794313400020002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/1491794313400020002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/04/paradiso-and-random-mumblings.html' title='Paradiso... and random mumblings'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SA3mSEMArHI/AAAAAAAAABY/dIt-SvzrsU0/s72-c/students.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28425424191758403.post-5714199782049339231</id><published>2008-04-18T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:50:13.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post, to the Last Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I, Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola, Crusader of Artuctux and Training Liberator of My Race, now start this endeavor, this blog, as a written record of my history, opinions and random buzzes, in this life inside the body of Ace Christian F. Serraon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may seem highfalutin, but I believe that like my people, the Filipino people, I am destined for greatness through service to the people in the best way that I could, in the field of science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I may forever enshrine my memories... To this I dedicate my Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may start to make a biography, but I won't, although I promise to write this in the future. I will post my life's history before this blog in another, more suited time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a life of alter-egos. One, is of the average malokong mamamayan sa Pilipinas named Ace Christian F. Serraon, and the other, the almost medieval, but probably Enlightenment scholar-crusader who wants to make a difference, is Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola, whose conflict shaped and shapes my destiny in a contrasting but complementary manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my country I dedicate my life, and to that same country, the Pearl of the Orient Seas, the Thousand Jade Islands, I will dedicate my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Last Post, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28425424191758403-5714199782049339231?l=artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/feeds/5714199782049339231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28425424191758403&amp;postID=5714199782049339231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/5714199782049339231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28425424191758403/posts/default/5714199782049339231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artucrux-justoxdizaola.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-post-to-last-post.html' title='First Post, to the Last Post!'/><author><name>Justox Davion Freicz Dizaola de Saberx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562282148727953367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJj2xZ80OqI/SAiqSqt1jbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UjyTFfrnQME/S220/thekilluaring_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
