<?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-7434414355408930343</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:00:34.734-07:00</updated><category term='movie review/nowel analysis'/><category term='announcement'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='mondays'/><category term='film'/><category term='scribbles'/><category term='school'/><category term='survey'/><title type='text'>marvic.marese.me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-5419188855569664206</id><published>2009-04-07T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:52:54.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God vs. Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);line-height: 20px;font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is a long post. A story read by my friend, Mico. It's worth reading. &lt;br&gt;Share this to everyone!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students, "Let me explain the problem science has with religion." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes sir," the student says.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"So you believe in God?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Absolutely."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Is God good?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Sure! God's good."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Are you good or evil?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"The Bible says I'm evil."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The professor grins knowingly. "Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes sir, I would."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"So you're good...!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I wouldn't say that."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The student remains silent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Er...yes," the student says.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Is Satan good?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Then where does Satan come from?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The student falters. "From God"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes, sir."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"So who created them?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"No sir. I've never seen Him."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"No, sir, I have not."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yet you still believe in him?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"And is there such a thing as cold?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes, son, there's cold too."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"No sir, there isn't."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Evil is simply the absence of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt; It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The professor sat down. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-5419188855569664206?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5419188855569664206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=5419188855569664206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/5419188855569664206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/5419188855569664206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-vs-science.html' title='God vs. Science'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-6001702524968826143</id><published>2009-01-18T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:42:42.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving at the time when I have it all.</title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The hardest part in my life is when I am starting to have everything, the peak of my joy, but then, suddenly, I have to leave it all behind. I have to leave everything, all my pleasures and loved once to fulfill my destiny. I do not know what the future holds for me as I go on and leave things behind. I do not know if I am for this forever or if time comes and I will go back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I keep on asking, "God, why me?" and I also have many "What ifs.." on my mind. For several years, I tried to go on my own but I am still haunted. Haunted by what I should be. There is no assurance if I am for that, but my heart will never be contented and I will still be haunted by these thoughts if I will not try this. I have always been afraid to ask God for signs because I do not want to know His will for me. Why? Because I am afraid to face it. I am afraid of the future. I am afraid to be away from my loved ones. I am afraid to have detattachment. I do not want to leave things behind. I do not want to turn back on my dreams. I want to fulfill them. Yet, later I have discovered that my heart has its own dream; and its dream is what God wants me to do. But I am scared. I do not have the courage. But this time, I think I will try. Maybe this is the right time before it is too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Few months from now, I might be leaving. I am not so sure yet, but I think God is. This is hard for me to do. But the best time to do things is the time when one does not want to that thing. I offer it up for God. This is painful, but I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoever reads this, please, pray for me as I will always pray for you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God Bless you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-6001702524968826143?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6001702524968826143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=6001702524968826143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/6001702524968826143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/6001702524968826143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/leaving-at-time-when-i-have-it-all.html' title='Leaving at the time when I have it all.'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-7376282548989905642</id><published>2008-11-08T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:49:20.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emcee by ACCIDENT/SURPRISE? (November's first friday vigil)</title><content type='html'>I arrived at Manila Cathedral around 8pm last Friday(Nov. 7). At first I was a bit confused because there was only ONE brother(Br. B), TWO 3rd orders(MALE) and THREE X-men. whoa. There were no Sisters around. When I entered the cathedral, Br. B said that I would be the one to handle the program and be the host for the vigil. whoa!! I was not prepared!&lt;br&gt;+*+*+&lt;br&gt;Ako? naku, ilang youth ang nandun tapos ang dami pang mga Titas.. hayy grabe, sabi ko, "paano ko mabubuhay ang crowd na ito?" Hay, actually hindi ko alam kung paano ko napasunod at nabuhay ang ganoong crowd. Hindi ko na nga alam mga pinagsasabi at pinaggagawa ko. Holy Spirit na may gawa nun. :) 2 lang kasi ung sisters na pinayagang lumabas at ung ibang brothers late na dumating kasi may kanya-kanya silang assignments. back-to-back kami ni Br. Bernardine. hehehe. hayy, tapos nagchoir pa ako. (pasensya na sa mga choir, sintunado ako! haha. :)&lt;br&gt;+*+*+&lt;br&gt;It was very energy draining but because of God and for the love of Mary and Jesus evrything went on in success though there were a little mismanagement due to lack of brothers and sisters. :) Thank you God! It's really a great honor to be a host for vigil. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am a VICTIM! VICTIM for Your Love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ibang-iba ang feeling. kahit alam kong hindi ako deserving maghandle ng vigil, tinulungan po Ninyo ako. It is You, Lord ang nagdictate ng mga sinabi at ginawa ko doon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lord, sinadya niyo po ba na gawin akong emcee/host by accident? sinadya pero by accident eh noh.. o baka surprise un?!  hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sana maexperience ng lahat ang ganito .. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is a great and unique happiness in serving You. Happiness beyond suffering. &lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-7376282548989905642?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7376282548989905642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=7376282548989905642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/7376282548989905642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/7376282548989905642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/emcee-by-accidentsurprise-november.html' title='Emcee by ACCIDENT/SURPRISE? (November&amp;#39;s first friday vigil)'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-7602255821370138537</id><published>2008-11-01T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:42:56.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALLIANCE of the HOLY FAMILY INTERNATIONAL On REPRODUCTIVE HEALTH BILL</title><content type='html'>Here is a video from Alliance (my family! :]) on Reproductive health bil! hindi kasi maayos ung pagkaupload ko nung una.. :) GOD BLESS! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SUPPORT LIFE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtAvf4sPqgE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtAvf4sPqgE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-7602255821370138537?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7602255821370138537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=7602255821370138537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/7602255821370138537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/7602255821370138537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/alliance-of-holy-family-international.html' title='ALLIANCE of the HOLY FAMILY INTERNATIONAL On REPRODUCTIVE HEALTH BILL'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-413896467220032500</id><published>2008-10-31T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:08:11.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN, NO,NO! BUT HAPPY ALL SAINTS' DAY !</title><content type='html'>Mexico's Roman Catholic church is condemning the increasingly popular celebration of Halloween as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damaging and against the faith.&lt;/span&gt;"An article on the Web site of the Archdiocese of Mexico warns that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;those who celebrate Halloween are worshiping a culture of death that is the product of a mix of pagan customs."It adds that Halloween "&lt;/span&gt;has been identified with &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;neo-pagans, satanism and occult worship.&lt;/span&gt;" The archdiocese urges Mexican parents to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;replace trick-or-treating with costume parties in which children dress up as a character from the Bible, &lt;/span&gt;and are given a bag of candy with instructions to give away one piece to each of their friends with the words &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"God loves you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-THIS WAS POSTED BY A FRIEND, KEVIN QUIAMBAO :)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-413896467220032500?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/413896467220032500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=413896467220032500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/413896467220032500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/413896467220032500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween-nono-but-happy-all.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN, NO,NO! BUT HAPPY ALL SAINTS&amp;#39; DAY !'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-5825597279292287886</id><published>2008-10-23T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T06:05:30.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK! </title><content type='html'>haha.. hindi mapanindigan yung 40 days na no outside communication eh. hindi naman sa ganoon. there are just things that I must do with communication and media. And in the first place,  wala naman ako sa formation house. para sa kanila lang yung 40 days. naman.:D mas may maitutulong ako dito habang nasa labas. iba raw ang sacrifice for 40 days ng nasa labas. hehehe. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I'm asking for your prayers for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MHCC brothers(OATH)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sisters(LIHM-COTH)&lt;/span&gt;. thank you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God be with you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LIHM-COTH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;nagmerge ngayon ang LIHM at COTH. why? It's a congregation's secret. All we can do is PRAY. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The devil is working on his way to destroy Mary's works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy.&lt;/span&gt; call me weird. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do this for Jesus and Mary.and of course for you, my friends&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone is my friend.  :) &lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;*+*+*In the end My Immaculate Heart will triumph! -Our Lady at Fatima *+*+*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-5825597279292287886?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5825597279292287886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=5825597279292287886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/5825597279292287886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/5825597279292287886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-back.html' title='I&amp;#39;m BACK! '/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-4560977876758194301</id><published>2008-10-20T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:51:27.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40-day preparation</title><content type='html'>I'll be OFF for 40 days for a very very important reason! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PLEASE ALWAYS PRAY the ROSARY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please do the 4 THINGS. Rosary.Confession.Communion.Adoration.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is to prepare yourself in the "state of grace". Everyone &lt;del&gt;can&lt;/del&gt;MUST do this. Maybe not all of you can understand this but please have FAITH in GOD. ASK Mother MARY for GUIDANCE. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ONLY GOD KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN SOON.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you! Just keep in touch. okie? :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-4560977876758194301?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4560977876758194301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=4560977876758194301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/4560977876758194301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/4560977876758194301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/40-day-preparation.html' title='40-day preparation'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-4351290998750523735</id><published>2008-10-17T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:48:07.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is because of LOVE, :) I'm his younger sister! </title><content type='html'>I was mistaken as Br. Moses' girlfriend! waw! didn't think of that.   but please, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;add NO MALICE. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love Br. Moses. He also loves me (I know that! ;p) We are like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIOLOGICAL&lt;/span&gt; siblings. I treat him as my Kuya and he treats me as his little sister. I know he misses his family. Maybe that is why he treats me as his very own sister. Before he has entered his "new" life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is an engineering student&lt;/span&gt;. And at present,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm also an engineering student.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he also sees his self on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;It's my fault &lt;/span&gt;(i think so!) when a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; brother concerned for Br. Moses reprimanded me&lt;/span&gt;! I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I talked about too many&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WORLDLY ISSUES&lt;/span&gt; to Br. Moses&lt;/span&gt;. I&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; forgot that We should detach ourselves to the world.&lt;/span&gt; That's  why that brother thought that I was Br. Moses girlfriend. Good thing everything was CLEARED.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was only Br. Moses' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little dear sister. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thank that brother&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;he is very concerned for his fellow brother&lt;/span&gt;. I always pray for them. For Br. Moses that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;soon, he will save souls and become a priest! &lt;/span&gt;I know that even though his path is sometimes lonely, it is often happy because God is always with them and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is close to his Mother, our Mother&lt;/span&gt;. Mama Mary. :&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Br. Moses and I have our OWN love ones.. of course! But you know what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE LOVE the SAME &lt;del&gt;persons&lt;/del&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;Oops, hindi nga pala sila tao.. I mean we love the same HEARTS! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are both consecrated to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO HEARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always be his little dear sister &lt;/span&gt;and h&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e will always be my angelic&lt;/span&gt;(ahemm) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday, I will help them&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LIHM sisters and OATH brothers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grant that God extends OUR TIME. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-4351290998750523735?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4351290998750523735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=4351290998750523735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/4351290998750523735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/4351290998750523735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-because-of-love-i-his-younger.html' title='It is because of LOVE, :) I&amp;#39;m his younger sister! '/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-4950909719264010602</id><published>2008-10-11T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:45:28.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claiming God's Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Vocation &lt;/span&gt;is a &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;very important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; gift&lt;/span&gt; from God. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Everyone has their own gift of vocation&lt;/span&gt;. Since God has given each one of us, one must fully acknowledge and answer this vocation. The twist here is how to know what your vocation is.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; One must discern for it &lt;/span&gt;and ask God for guidance and Mary for prayers. One must claim this gift for if not claimed, one can not find true happiness. Then the person is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"MISFIT"&lt;/span&gt; for he or she is not in his or her "proper" life. Simply because it is not his or her vocation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We must be thankful that God has given us this gift. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Do not be afraid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Doubt no more&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;As what Fr. Francis Ma. Tiquia says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Promises are bound to be broken, make a RADICAL decision instead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-4950909719264010602?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4950909719264010602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=4950909719264010602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/4950909719264010602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/4950909719264010602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/claiming-god-gift.html' title='Claiming God&amp;#39;s Gift'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-3705511140923659499</id><published>2008-09-09T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:21:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi ako umattend ng P.E. Class</title><content type='html'>Hindi ako umattend ng P.E. Class. bakit? ang lamig eh. di ko kaya. ang lakas pa ng ulan. bagyong Marce kasi.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pagdating sa&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Quiapo-baha&gt;Lawton-baha&gt;Bay City-baha&gt;Las Piñas-baha&gt;Magdiwang-baha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;buti dito sa subdivision namin hindi baha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I don't feel like Marvic Therese C. Villoso today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hindi naman dahil sa may quiz tomorrow. Cancelled na naman iyon. mood swings siguro.. :)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-3705511140923659499?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3705511140923659499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=3705511140923659499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/3705511140923659499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/3705511140923659499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/hindi-ako-umattend-ng-pe-class.html' title='Hindi ako umattend ng P.E. Class'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-2020298165863872896</id><published>2008-09-07T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:12:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God sent me two angels and Mama Mary revealed their purposes.</title><content type='html'>Every person met has a purpose in one's life. And Mama Mary revealed to me his purpose in my life on her birthday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It has been three weeks since I saw them in our parish. I am talking about the two brothers; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;should I call them the "signs" or "angels"&lt;/span&gt;? I'll just name them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bro. C &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bro. M&lt;/span&gt;. We have had a little talk. But since then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it seem to be we know each other for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;First Friday vigil at Manila Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;, Bro C. was there. During the break, he texted me to come over them. I went and he talked to me. He asked. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-style: italic;"&gt;"First time mo lang ba magvigil dito sa Manila Cathedral?&lt;/span&gt;" Then I answered, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-style: italic;"&gt;"Opo, bakit?"&lt;/span&gt; He  said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"First time ko lang din dito. &lt;/span&gt;Ikaw ung sign ko." Confused, I answered back, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Ano pong sign?" "&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Hindi ko na kailangang sabihin yun. Basta sign ito. Yung unang sign yung nameet mo kami sa church niyo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; he replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He is talking about signs. Signs of what? It is not clear for me. But I think that he is talking about the "calling" thing..?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha. Bro. C, paano mo nalaman yun? Ang galing mo naman. Pero totoo, may ibig sabihin ung pagjkikita natin dun. Kung ano yun? Hindi pa maliwanag sa akin. Si Lord talaga. Bro. M. was not able to attend that vigil because he was in Laguna. di ba, look at the chances nga naman. Ay, hindi nga lang pala ito mga pagkakataon, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sadya ang mga pangyayari dahil kay Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Several minutes before Mama Mary's Birthday, I received a message from Bro. M.&lt;/span&gt; It started  our conversation. Sinabi pala ni Bro. Cyril na nandun ako sa Vigil. Nalaman pa niya na nagtalk ako. hahaha. Sayang daw at hindi siya nakapunta. Basta, we had a conversation. Nagjoke pa nga kami eh. Then he told me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"...maganda ka pala kabiruan at masayahin. Naalala ko tuloy yung sa past life ko." &lt;/span&gt;He told me that I remind him of someone from his past before he entered the seminary. Who was that person? I did not know. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Pero simula nung sinabi niya yun, God, tumama sa puso ko. Naramdaman ko ang hirap na pinagdaraanan niya. Hanggang ngayon, nararamdaman ko sa puso ko yung sakit at lungkot  sa pag-iwan niya sa pamilya at lahat ng minamahal niya para lang tyumugon sa tawag ni Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Carry your cross.&lt;/span&gt;" yun nga ang sabi kung mahal mo si Lord. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;siguro yun yung cross ni brother M.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;natouch naman ako kasi kahit papaano, siguro, masaya siya sa company ko. o hindi kaya lalo lang siyang nalulungkot dahil may naalala siya sa akin?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever happens, I will always pray for their vocations&lt;/span&gt;. Mahirap ang tinatahak nilang landas. Pero may kasiguruhan namna mula kay Lord. di ba? Tatahakin ko rin ba ang ganitong bagay?  Hindi ko alam. Hindi pa nila ako kasing lakas. &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" size="3"&gt;Saludo ako sa inyo brothers! Love ko kayo! At malaki ang pasasalamat ko kay Lord dahil pinakilala niya kayo sa akin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-2020298165863872896?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2020298165863872896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=2020298165863872896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/2020298165863872896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/2020298165863872896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-sent-me-two-angels-and-mama-mary.html' title='God sent me two angels and Mama Mary revealed their purposes.'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-394447671282241543</id><published>2008-09-06T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:31:46.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;My heart is restless until it rests with You, oh Lord! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I do not know where will I be and what will happen to me if I have not met you, oh Lord. I do thank you for everything and for every teachings you shared upon me. You are my light. You are my savior. You are my life. You lived for us; teach me to fully live for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I adore thy Sacred of of Jesus and thy Immaculate Heart of Mary. Guide me as I live this journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;No one will I love like this other than the Holy and Loving TWO HEARTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-394447671282241543?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/394447671282241543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=394447671282241543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/394447671282241543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/394447671282241543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-love-you.html' title='I just love You.'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-229276963173357184</id><published>2008-08-30T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:03:58.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;!-- &lt; --&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" size="6"&gt;I'm confused. My mind is disturbed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-229276963173357184?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/229276963173357184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=229276963173357184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/229276963173357184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/229276963173357184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;!-- &amp;lt; --&amp;gt;'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-3293011819912750506</id><published>2008-08-24T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:25:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 minutes LATE for a 30-minute PRELIM EXAM</title><content type='html'>      Oh God! This morning I was 15 minutes late for my 30-minute prelim exam in NSTP(LTS). I left home at 9:00am and my exam was at 10:00-10:30am,and I didn't feel like going to Manila for a 30-minute exam.(That's why I left home late-- traveling from Cavite to Manila usually takes 1.5-2 hours on weekdays and 1 hour on weekends) But then, it took 15-20 minutes before the van left for Manila.(That's why I was late!) I arrived in UST at 10:15am and then I rushed to the CAD room (3rd floor). I took the online exam panting for breath. And then, I answered the 50 questions without analyzing it carefully because I was pressured by the remaining time and by the students who had finished the exam. But thank God (really!), I got 41 out of 50. &lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-3293011819912750506?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3293011819912750506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=3293011819912750506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/3293011819912750506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/3293011819912750506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-minutes-late-for-30-minute-prelim.html' title='15 minutes LATE for a 30-minute PRELIM EXAM'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-713061809032190944</id><published>2008-07-26T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:34:00.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>next to carelessness is failure</title><content type='html'>How many times did I experience to fail because of failure? How many times did I cry or laugh at myself for such blunder that I, myself, have committed? How many opportunities did I miss because of such an erroneous act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus quiz, Physics problems, major/minor exams, I often lost big points in everything because of either I missed a step, overlooked the sign, or was mental blocked. The effort I exerted reviewing before and after I went to sleep was ultimately wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Marese, you know the right answer. You always doubt your answer that is why you always change it. You know what? You are only making it worse. Why? because your first answer is always correct! Remember your Physics quiz? How many points did you lose because you change your right answer into a wrong one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, always be careful. Think twice before doing something. Failure comes right after carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;May gamot sa kabobohan pero wala sa katangahan. awts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-713061809032190944?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/713061809032190944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=713061809032190944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/713061809032190944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/713061809032190944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/next-to-carelessness-is-failure.html' title='next to carelessness is failure'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-4400802475851228045</id><published>2008-07-19T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T06:11:00.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>LTS assignment no. 2</title><content type='html'>In our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;NSTP-LTS&lt;/span&gt;(National Service Training Program-Literary Training Service), we are asked to write a letter in 3-5 sentences  addressed to ourselves reflecting on our strengths and weaknesses as an individual. Here's my letter for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Marvic Therese&lt;/span&gt;(myself),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even from the start, there are lot of things that you can do. You are gifted with knowledge and wisdom. Your strong personality and confidence can bring you to the top. However, I have noticed that you lack motivation to do your best. To overcome that weakness, always remember that God gave you a gift which others do not have, and you must use it to show that you are thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvic Therese(&lt;/span&gt;myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Come on, write one for your self too!ö&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-4400802475851228045?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4400802475851228045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=4400802475851228045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/4400802475851228045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/4400802475851228045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/lts-assignment-no-2.html' title='LTS assignment no. 2'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-5811490546203271813</id><published>2008-07-18T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T04:31:01.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 5:23 pm&lt;br /&gt;Name: Marese&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 1&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 0&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size: 8&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: coffee&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: whatever is available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: uhuh&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: Nope, but I can swim!&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: Yes. I was just half-asleep(?)&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: no-no&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: no-no&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: white with sofa-bed, with tv, dvd, pc and a fan&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: my phone, green highlighter, reg form and used fone card(s)&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: IndoMi fried noodles (my fave!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox: No-no!&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: no-no&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: No, it is not love at first..&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: of course! My classmates and I often have picnics.:)&lt;br /&gt;Who was, were the last person you danced with: Yeye, my partner in folk dance last sem &lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: cho, robert, lhet&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: nick sr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you:&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: no&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: nope&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: I have a flu, my arm muscles are aching because I have carried 2-3 kilos of palabok and spaghetti and got wet under the rain/storm&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex: No, i don't have an EX!&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: hmm, yes?&lt;br /&gt;Eat: yep&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: contentment on what i have&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: before, with garfield..&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: a shoebox&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: come on, those DEAN'S LISTERS WHO BRING OTHER STUDENTS BY SPREADING WRONG INFORMATION REGARDING SCHOOL TASKS&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?: 4:36PM 07-18-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;1. being top 1 student &lt;br /&gt;2. playing with other children&lt;br /&gt;3. sleeping beside my parents&lt;br /&gt;4. watching plenty of cartoon movies&lt;br /&gt;5. fighting with my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;1. answer e-leap homework&lt;br /&gt;2. buy a brochure &lt;br /&gt;3. study calculus&lt;br /&gt;4. download and write notes on moral theology&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. McFries&lt;br /&gt;3. cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;4. Palabok&lt;br /&gt;5. chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a car&lt;br /&gt;2. Shop&lt;br /&gt;3. travel around the globe&lt;br /&gt;4. buy a house and a farm&lt;br /&gt;5. Be a philantropist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. lazy&lt;br /&gt;2. -&lt;br /&gt;3. -&lt;br /&gt;4. -&lt;br /&gt;5. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in:&lt;br /&gt;1. My home&lt;br /&gt;2. -&lt;br /&gt;3. -&lt;br /&gt;4. -&lt;br /&gt;5. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. monai&lt;br /&gt;2. galeaya&lt;br /&gt;3. regina&lt;br /&gt;4. ruth&lt;br /&gt;5. althea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-5811490546203271813?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5811490546203271813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=5811490546203271813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/5811490546203271813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/5811490546203271813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-7807326096974778949</id><published>2008-07-18T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T02:18:15.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'>the face of love</title><content type='html'>As I was browsing videos on you tube, I found this recap on Yunnan, China mission trips. I was really touched and it motivated me more to strive hard to earn a living so later on I can be what I always want to be, a PHILANTROPIST. I really wanted to go places and help people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CpAE5Owgm1k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CpAE5Owgm1k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this video will also motivate and inspire you to help people in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus,I really like the background music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-7807326096974778949?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7807326096974778949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=7807326096974778949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/7807326096974778949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/7807326096974778949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/face-of-love.html' title='the face of love'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-2608764634209116880</id><published>2008-07-14T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:39:01.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondays'/><title type='text'>Rainy Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 1:00+am rain started pouring so hard. I was the only one awake, and it was so scary. But I wasn't not yet sleepy. So i just surfed the net and downloaded some games and software for my not so old yet not so new SE w200i. However, I couldn't install those to my fone.  I didn't know what's the prob;em with my fone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww.. I want a new fone! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have slept at 2:22 am and woke up 7:30am. it is still raining. aw.. I still want to go back to sleep. &gt;.&lt; But No,No! Even though I don't have classes on Mondays, I still have lots of things to do. But why am I blogging now? Well, because I just want to relax for a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-2608764634209116880?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2608764634209116880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=2608764634209116880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/2608764634209116880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/2608764634209116880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/rainy-monday.html' title='Rainy Monday'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-2975124935798890597</id><published>2008-07-14T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:39:54.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review/nowel analysis'/><title type='text'>for moral theology (ethics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On John Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(A movie review)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CVilloso%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoHeader, li.MsoHeader, div.MsoHeader 	{margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	tab-stops:center 3.0in right 6.0in; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m41i6fJayQ8/SHsswOJ1aUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eqfIwDwF2DA/s1600-h/john_q16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m41i6fJayQ8/SHsswOJ1aUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eqfIwDwF2DA/s200/john_q16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222817399810910530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                 The movie, &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;John Q&lt;/i&gt;, is a about a father who desperately works in a factory and makes ends meet but always seem to fall lack of cash. Despite of that situation, he has taken good care of his wife and son. One day in little softball league, his son, Mikey, collapses and has found out that the child is suffering from enlargement of the heart. Mikey needs a heart transplant, his son will die. But he needs a quarter of a million dollars to have his son operated. For the initial payment, he needs to raise $35,000 to put his son’s name on the donors’ list. Having a very small salary and after knowing that his son is not covered by their company insurance, he has done everything just to raise the money. He has sold their possessions and received donations from the church. However, he has received a bad news from his wife that she has just talked to the heart specialist, Dr. Turner. Dr. Turner has said that t&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;he hospital management decided to release Mikey and send him home because of the poor financial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;status of the Archibalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;          After his desperate wife calls with the bad news and tells him to “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;DO SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;”, John is forced to do something unlawful just to save his son’s life. He has taken over the emergency room of the hospital and took several people there as his hostages.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m41i6fJayQ8/SHsswC0sLqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iK9bnAP0Ffk/s1600-h/john_q_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m41i6fJayQ8/SHsswC0sLqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iK9bnAP0Ffk/s200/john_q_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222817396769435298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;      However, as the people, hostages, Lt. Frank, and of course, the hospital director, Rebecca Payne, witness the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;crazy things John is willing to do and how father he can be&lt;/span&gt;, these people has felt sympathy. Rebecca was really moved with John’s actions and words to his son and decided that she will be setting Mikey’s heart transplant free of charge. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;        As I support and agree to the point of the story that there is an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unjust” law&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;regarding the medical and healthcare industry that will cause a person to die because of lack of money or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;insurance and that you are not totally ensured with your medical insurance, that message is perfectly delivered with the flare of John Q. In my opinion, this situation is an example where it is reasonable to blame the messenger for the bad feelings you may have.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;      I also agree with what Jimmy Pulumbo’s, John’s friend, statement that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;“…what is important is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VALUES&lt;/span&gt;, but here, what is important is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VALUE&lt;/span&gt;.” &lt;/span&gt;People nowadays, in most cases neglect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m41i6fJayQ8/SHst-2wpPYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8W_BR1eceuM/s1600-h/john_q_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m41i6fJayQ8/SHst-2wpPYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8W_BR1eceuM/s200/john_q_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222818750740905346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and disregard the values in their action. Today, it is a nevermind the values as long as you have the value to achieve something. And this wrong principle leads one to wrong ethics.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow disagree with Rebecca Payne’s statement, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“It costs money to provide healthcare.” &lt;/span&gt;Yes, you need to pay for medications, but I think that it is unethical to watch someone die and do nothing because he can not pay for a service. The movie makes me realized that life is important than money.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt; The principal end of John Q. Archibald (the agent) is to save his son from death by taking over the hospital. However, the second end affected more his family and other people. He has been imprisoned as a result of the principal end. But looking on the bright side, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;he has awakened many people to bring back the values&lt;/span&gt; and justice to healthcare of every people, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;to destroy the wrong principle of hospitals regarding their system on prioritizing patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The film calls out for people to lend a hand and cross each other's arms whenever they feel abused by the system.&lt;/span&gt; However, unintentionally the message may bring more harm than good.&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;John Q &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;is a good example of a film that shows how obstacles like fear and force affect the human acts&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&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/7434414355408930343-2975124935798890597?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2975124935798890597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=2975124935798890597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/2975124935798890597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/2975124935798890597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-moral-theology-ethics.html' title='for moral theology (ethics)'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m41i6fJayQ8/SHsswOJ1aUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eqfIwDwF2DA/s72-c/john_q16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-7435011606911472074</id><published>2008-06-30T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:05:00.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>Moved On Blogger!</title><content type='html'>I transferred my old posts to &lt;a href="http://mtvutterfly2.blogspot.com"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/a&gt;. I transferred it to get rid of those super super many unnecessary labels I made before. I wanted to make this blog more meaningful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-7435011606911472074?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7435011606911472074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=7435011606911472074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/7435011606911472074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/7435011606911472074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/moved-on-blogger.html' title='Moved On Blogger!'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-1188963677781336433</id><published>2008-06-29T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:17:52.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Noli me tangere</title><content type='html'>This is the film that we made to complete the requirement in Rizal Course during our first year, second semester. Our group is assigned to PLAY Noli Me Tangere but I insisted to make a short FILM instead. This is an&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; amateur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; film directed by &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Marvic Therese &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(that's me!). And I would like to THANK all the people who cooperated in making this project. Special thanks to my groupmate, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-8 2nd semester&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; on this movie if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1BmUu6l_0iM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1BmUu6l_0iM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kPX4JM6H0k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kPX4JM6H0k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_x8JlWo8X9Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_x8JlWo8X9Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jrCnhkS4FIg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jrCnhkS4FIg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/byf4KrUFsDM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/byf4KrUFsDM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-1188963677781336433?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1188963677781336433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=1188963677781336433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/1188963677781336433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/1188963677781336433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/noli-me-tangere.html' title='Noli me tangere'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-8541376448681108652</id><published>2008-06-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:39:54.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Trend -setter</title><content type='html'>We started the the idea of sitting in a circle and having lunch at Benavides Park. And now, many students started to have their lunch there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m41i6fJayQ8/SGeW3ezjZAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/B3E1eA9Wzc0/s1600-h/R0cksTahrmw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m41i6fJayQ8/SGeW3ezjZAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/B3E1eA9Wzc0/s320/R0cksTahrmw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217304573238273026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;A break from all fastfood products. We bring our lunch and have a picnic in Benavides park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a "get together" is fun because it's our last year together. Next year we will be separated because we will be majoring in different areas of engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&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/7434414355408930343-8541376448681108652?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8541376448681108652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=8541376448681108652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/8541376448681108652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/8541376448681108652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/trend-setter.html' title='Trend -setter'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m41i6fJayQ8/SGeW3ezjZAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/B3E1eA9Wzc0/s72-c/R0cksTahrmw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-2061154049500455427</id><published>2008-06-26T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:00:01.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Back to school; back to blogger</title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm back after a long break in blogging. Now that my pc is a few steps from me, I think that I will be blogging more often than before. But of course, I'm gonna make sure that I will still manage to do my homeworks. Yes, I want to have BETTER grades. ö Aim high!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_First Month of First Semester of Second Year_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! First month is always full of expenses! There are many books to be bought. Good thing someone lend me his Physics book (the most expensive in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Books-to-buy&lt;/span&gt; list). Thanks to kuya Tim! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many freshmen! Yeah, freshmen are freshies! They are so behave and quiet. Lert's see how long it will take! haha! Oh, it's good to see some of my schoolmate in hisgh school(Parsci).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see Benavides again.  It's a good place to stay after classes. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tambayan?&lt;/span&gt; haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UST. All the same.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-2061154049500455427?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2061154049500455427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=2061154049500455427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/2061154049500455427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/2061154049500455427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-school-back-to-blogger.html' title='Back to school; back to blogger'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434414355408930343.post-8554641905994731498</id><published>2008-02-08T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:58:11.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>we are grown-ups; there's no room for irresponsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are already &lt;strong&gt;grown-ups&lt;/strong&gt;. There is no more room for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;irresponsibility&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, I have realized that I am growing and that there are many responsibilities that I must handle. Things I shall commit myself and have to give time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am in college, yes, my life will be drained by serious school works; some may just be "huh, chicken!" yet, some may be do-or-die or "gosh! how will i do this and that?". I need to learn to weigh things. I need to know what I will prioritize and to learn to make a decision and stand for it. Things may be easy or not, every bit of it will change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I should not forget about fun. A circle of good friends will matter. I must know who my friends are. Why? Of course we are the ones who will encourage each other to do &lt;del&gt;good&lt;/del&gt; better in every thing we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am getting older, I am capable of making a decision, and whatever that decision will be, I am responsible for the outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434414355408930343-8554641905994731498?l=mtvutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8554641905994731498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7434414355408930343&amp;postID=8554641905994731498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/8554641905994731498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7434414355408930343/posts/default/8554641905994731498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtvutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-are-grown-ups-theres-no-room-for.html' title='we are grown-ups; there&apos;s no room for irresponsibility'/><author><name>blackbutterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/marvic/halaka.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
