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<title><![CDATA[God-Planned Oredeals]]></title>
<link>http://spokeningdollar.wordpress.com/2007/10/17/god-planned-oredeals/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 07:27:36 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Charlon Kim</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[    So yeah, I&#8217;m going to take the Finals for Math11. Lucky me. I thought I would repeat it ne]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>    So yeah, I&#8217;m going to take the Finals for Math11. Lucky me. I thought I would repeat it next semester. But in Faith, I know, and I believe that I would pass the Finals tomorrow. And oh, I&#8217;m also going to take SOSC1&#8217;s Finals. Life! But you know what, I can&#8217;t complain anything about it. Maybe God planned this for me. Yeah, including the ordeals I&#8217;ve been experiencing (all my life). And maybe, just maybe, this is just a test of Faith and Trust. You know what I mean? <span style="font-style:italic;">Basta</span>, it&#8217;s so <span style="font-style:italic;">gulo</span>.<br />
Maybe, after posting this entry I would start studying <span style="font-style:italic;">na</span>. Like, I really, really, really, want to pass my Finals tomorrow. Even though I already set my mind <span style="font-style:italic;">na</span> I&#8217;m going to repeat Math11, I won&#8217;t let this oppurtunity just pass by. Like, I really want this. I don&#8217;t want my Parents to think that I don&#8217;t deserve UP. I don&#8217;t want to disappoint them.</p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic;">Siguro</span> I won&#8217;t touch my computer <span style="font-style:italic;">muna</span> after posting this entry. And I&#8217;m going to start <span style="font-style:italic;">na</span> making a schedule so I would know my purpose until tomorrow. <span style="font-style:italic;">Wala lang</span>, I just remembered a topic we discussed <span style="font-style:italic;">sa </span>OG. <span style="font-style:italic;">Iyong</span>, you should know your purpose, <span style="font-style:italic;">kasi kung hindi</span>, you would end up doing things that are not really necessary/important.</p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Schedule for:</span><br />
<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><span style="font-weight:bold;">WEDNESDAY</span><br />
3:00pm &#8211; 5:00 = <span style="font-weight:bold;">Study for SOSC1</span><br />
5:00 &#8211; 7:30 = <span style="font-weight:bold;">Youth Service</span><br />
7:30 &#8211; 10:00 = <span style="font-weight:bold;">Study for SOSC1</span><br />
10:00 onwards = <span style="font-weight:bold;">Study for MATH11</span><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br />
<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br />
<span style="font-weight:bold;">THURSDAY</span><br />
6:30am &#8211; 9:30 =<span style="font-weight:bold;"> MATH11 Finals</span><br />
9:30 &#8211; 12:30pm = <span style="font-weight:bold;">SOSC1 Finals</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span>    So yeah, that&#8217;s it. I hope <span style="font-style:italic;">masunod ko iyan</span>. <span style="font-style:italic;">Sana talaga.</span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Where Art Thou, DAD?]]></title>
<link>http://spokeningdollar.wordpress.com/2007/08/04/where-art-thou-dad/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2007 12:49:43 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Charlon Kim</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[As a child, I only had one playmate. And she is my cousin, a girl. I never had someone whom I could ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>As a child, I only had one playmate. And she is my cousin, a girl. I never had someone whom I could play <em>bargasan</em> with. I was always the one who makes her cry. And I don&#8217;t blame myself for that, I love it everytime she cries. Such a cry-baby. But it always got into me every after the crying and whining, that what I did was wrong. I don&#8217;t know, but I&#8217;m also the one who pacifies her. Maybe because I am afraid to be scolded by her Mom. Or it is just the guilt that makes my heart soften. Good times.</p>
<p>Actually, what I&#8217;m posting today is somewhat not really related to the introduction&#8230;</p>
<p>I am really getting tired hanging out with girls. I never had a chance to hang-out with the ones I have the same interest. And it really disturbs me that maybe someone would think that I am gay. Just because they always see me with girls. I don&#8217;t know. But, really it is THAT disturbing for me.</p>
<p>Last July 29, I celebrated my Birthday(July 17). I was really excited. &#8216;Coz I know for sure, my<em> barkada</em> would come. They promised me. But, I waited for hours until I decided not to wait for them anymore. All those who celebrated with me were girls. Yeah, It is fun. But I can&#8217;t help but think of the <strong>&#8220;What-Ifs&#8221;</strong>.</p>
<blockquote><p><em>What if my barkada showed up, maybe my party would&#8217;ve become more fun. What if&#8230; what if&#8230;</em></p></blockquote>
<p>You know, it&#8217;s not that I don&#8217;t treat those who come<em>(Mei, Ja&#8230;etc.)</em> as my<em> barkada.</em> Actually, they are more barkada to me than the other/s(?) I don&#8217;t know. Maybe I&#8217;m just being paranoid.</p>
<p><strong><em>*During in HS, I have 4 barkadas: (Famous)All-girls, (Not-so-famous)All-girls, (Nerdy)All-boys, and (Famous&#38;Maloko)All-boys &#8230;the T.J. Barkada(Tropang J****).</em></strong></p>
<p>But in the end, I thought maybe they don&#8217;t really treat me as a<em> kabarkada</em>. Maybe I&#8217;m just the one who keep on insisting that they are my <em>barkada,</em> you know what I mean? I don&#8217;t know. I really don&#8217;t know.</p>
<p><strong><em>*Basketball is not my sport(&#8216;Coz my Dad is so busy to teach me, until nagbinata na ako at mahirap ng matuto). But actually, I&#8217;m not really into sports(except Badminton). And DOTA is not my thing. It&#8217;s not that I hate it. But it would be more pleasurable for me to surf the net and to study HTML. Maybe I&#8217;m a Nerd&#8230; Geek?&#8230; I don&#8217;t know. But I don&#8217;t even read books. ha-ha. Maybe I&#8217;m a Boy-Next-Door type of guy&#8230; so mysterious. ha-ha. Girls drooling over me? Yeah baby! Crush ng Bayan pala ha? In my dreams&#8230;</em></strong></p>
<p>I concluded that maybe it&#8217;s because my Dad is not there with me to teach the things I should know about manhood.<em> Kaya</em> I&#8217;m very thankful that at least the <strong>T.J. Barkada</strong>  taught me those things. From <strong>*tooot*</strong> to <strong>*tooot*</strong>. ha-ha And they helped me to somehow come out of my shell. Just a li&#8217;l.</p>
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