<?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-7201962833257944905</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:48:18.147+08:00</updated><category term='UAAP'/><category term='marimar'/><category term='chris tiu'/><title type='text'>life is a MAYBE</title><subtitle type='html'>so enjoy every second... 
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&lt;b&gt;LIVE, LAUGH and LOVE&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thryn09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12684336301179744964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j43Qag3sPX0/SC2QiW3PpXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TpeYd3JPWx4/S220/17.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201962833257944905.post-7196725534140948577</id><published>2008-06-09T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:39:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINAY DIARY ENTRY 1: PASUKAN NA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PINAY DIARY ENTRY 1: PASUKAN NA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabi nga ni Gat. Jose Rizal, "Ang hindi magmahal sa sariling wika ay masahol pa sa malansang isda." (Tama ba?) Kaya, napagdesisyunan ko isulat ito sa wikang ipinamana pa sa'tin ng ating mga ninuno. Ang wikang Filipino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hunyo 9, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Nagtangka akong magpakamatay noong kamakalawa. Uminom ako ng limang tabletas ng SINECOD. Yung gamot sa ubo. Wala na daw kasi kong kwentang tao eh, kaya naisip kong tapusin na lang buhay ko. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang pumasok sa isip ko. Malas. Walang nangyari sa akin. Masamang damo daw kasi ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maiba naman tayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigla na lang akong kinabahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halos isang tulog na lang, balik nanaman ako sa dati. Mula sa pagbangon ng alas singko ng umaga, paggising sa sarili sa pamamagitan ng pagligo sa sobrang lamig na tubig at hanggang sa pagpasok sa paaralan ng maaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong nakaraang taon, ika-13 ng Hunyo nagsimula ang klase. Natatawa ako dahil magpahanggang ngayon, naaalala ko pa kung pano ako naging aligaga dahil sa sobrang pagkasabik makita muli ang aking mga kaibigan. Isip bata pa ako masyado noon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang bilis nga naman ng panahon, ngayon, halos di ko man lamang naramdaman ang bakasyon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marahil naging masyado akong abala ngayon sa mga kung anu-anong bagay. Siguro nga. Hindi naman siguro dahil bumilis ang ikot ng mundo? Imposible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa itinakda ng ating KAGALANG-GALANG na Pangulong Arroyo na iusod ang Araw ng Kalayaan da ika-9 ng Hunyo, ang pasukan ngayong taon ay naging Hunyo 10, Martes. Mantakin mo yun, isang tulog na lang, balik eskwela na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi ko mapaliwanag ang nararamdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;Halo-halo. Kinakabahan ako, nasasabik ako at higit sa lahat, tinatamad ako. Hahaha. Likas na sa 'kin yung katamaran na yun, hindi na mawawala yun. Himala. Oo, may himala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa lamang ang mahihiling ko ngayong taon na 'to.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na ako nag-aasam na makasama pa sa mga magagaling sa klase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi na rin ako nag-aasam na makasali sa mga programa sa eskwelahan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi na rin ako umaasang sisipag pa ako ngayon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang tanging hiling ko lang, kahit ano man ang mangyari sa taong ito, sana maging masaya ako. Ayoko nang makigulo't magkaroon ng kaaway. Sana kahit paano, sumipag na ako at maging matiyagang abutin ang mga mithiin, alalaong baga, kung may tiyaga, may ROLLCAKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CREDITS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salamat kay Nigel, hehe:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201962833257944905-7196725534140948577?l=thryn09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/feeds/7196725534140948577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7201962833257944905&amp;postID=7196725534140948577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/7196725534140948577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/7196725534140948577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/2008/06/pinay-diary-entry-1-pasukan-na.html' title='PINAY DIARY ENTRY 1: PASUKAN NA.'/><author><name>thryn09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12684336301179744964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j43Qag3sPX0/SC2QiW3PpXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TpeYd3JPWx4/S220/17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201962833257944905.post-3190394924764931296</id><published>2008-06-05T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:31:53.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marimar'/><title type='text'>Lessons of Mari Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j43Qag3sPX0/SEbU5t9AZvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xhbcaGIvVg0/s1600-h/2267413823_dc970c7088-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208084107153663730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="222" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j43Qag3sPX0/SEbU5t9AZvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xhbcaGIvVg0/s320/2267413823_dc970c7088-1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;August of 2007, Pinoy viewing habits of primetime television sizzles because of her arrival. The Mexican heroine became the Filipina tube Siren of today. Her sleek and slender body, her envious long curly hair, her handsome beau Sergio, her hip swaying dance moves and who would have forget her loyal dog comrade? All this makes us Filipinos fall madly in love with her story once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But is that eye candy that brings back the Mari Mar craze? I think every Filipino fell in love with her story for it depicts some of our values and attitudes towards life itself. We remain strong in times of great trouble, we remain humble even in times of success and sometimes we exonerate those who cause us pain all in the name of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari Mar taught us some lesson to live by. That is to still believe in the power of love and friendship. All throughout the story her struggles to win and fight her love of her life may sometimes seems so tiring yet the flame of her perseverance still sizzles every episode night. She also taught us the value of real friendship despite the status quo of the society (remember funny Corazon and Fulgoso?). She also reminded us the importance of loving our family and respect for the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It may sound so corny or cheap, but the show as it had come to the end, not only my family but also many households in the Philippines will treasure her story and the morals that we have erudited from her. After all, we are all Mari Mars in our own twisted ways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201962833257944905-3190394924764931296?l=thryn09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/feeds/3190394924764931296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7201962833257944905&amp;postID=3190394924764931296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/3190394924764931296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/3190394924764931296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/2008/06/lessons-of-mari-mar.html' title='Lessons of Mari Mar'/><author><name>thryn09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12684336301179744964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j43Qag3sPX0/SC2QiW3PpXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TpeYd3JPWx4/S220/17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j43Qag3sPX0/SEbU5t9AZvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xhbcaGIvVg0/s72-c/2267413823_dc970c7088-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201962833257944905.post-1538451524836748899</id><published>2008-05-23T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:50:57.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISTRESSED AND TOTALLY EXASPERATED &gt;:((</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GAWD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry for being &lt;em&gt;maarte&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My day’s almost complete but then. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAG-BROWNOUT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Argh. I hate it. It’s so hot here, and those freaking mosquitoes are already biting my legs! It’s so infuriating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To add insult(s) to the injury, the FLASHLIGHT is nowhere to be found, and my PHONE by now is already lowbat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good thing, my laptop is fully-charged and I have a spare internet card in my wallet that’s why I still can go online even if it’s brownout. (Though the connection’s kinda slow, it’s okay.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201962833257944905-1538451524836748899?l=thryn09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thryn09.multiply.com/journal/item/99/DISTRESSED_AND_EXASPERATED_?replies_read=8' title='DISTRESSED AND TOTALLY EXASPERATED &gt;:(('/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/feeds/1538451524836748899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7201962833257944905&amp;postID=1538451524836748899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/1538451524836748899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/1538451524836748899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/2008/05/gawd-sorry-for-being-maarte-again.html' title='DISTRESSED AND TOTALLY EXASPERATED &gt;:(('/><author><name>thryn09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12684336301179744964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j43Qag3sPX0/SC2QiW3PpXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TpeYd3JPWx4/S220/17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201962833257944905.post-4757240873130359674</id><published>2008-05-17T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:24:43.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest is Still Unwritten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This post would just be short. I’ll just say what’s bugging my mind:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain pouring outside just depicts that, summer seems to be really over. (Or global warming? Eh? Haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 3 weeks from now, school gates would be open again. I’m just kind of excited since it is my last year at my school. I wonder how would it be for us, and even what’s in store for me this year. Views of these stuffs give me butterflies in my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t really envisage how it would be for me after a year. I still can’t decide where university to go for college, and even what course to take. Gosh, I know, I should have to decide as early as possible, but I’m still having double thoughts whenever I’ve come up with an assessment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201962833257944905-4757240873130359674?l=thryn09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/feeds/4757240873130359674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7201962833257944905&amp;postID=4757240873130359674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/4757240873130359674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/4757240873130359674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/2008/05/rest-is-still-unwritten.html' title='The Rest is Still Unwritten.'/><author><name>thryn09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12684336301179744964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j43Qag3sPX0/SC2QiW3PpXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TpeYd3JPWx4/S220/17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201962833257944905.post-3980075273336026074</id><published>2008-05-16T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:30:53.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris tiu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAAP'/><title type='text'>Back For Good. FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The first thing I want to say is about my stint as an Ateneo Blue Eagle. A lot of people have been asking me about this, and I’ve made my decision that I will be back to play in the next UAAP season. I want to share my reasons why I’ve chosen to stay for one final year. Actually, I felt like moving on to new opportunities. But after the advice and encouragement of the people around me, I’m determined to stay one more year and carry out what I set out to accomplish."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                                                                                   - Chris Tiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh, a while ago, Leynet texted that Chris Tiu's playing in the replay of UAAP in Channel 23, so, what I did is I hurriedly went upstairs just to watch it because someone's watching the super chaka show of the Sexbomb downstairs. Then when I saw him, despite the fact that he looks so &lt;em&gt;Totoy &lt;/em&gt;that time (It was August 22, 2004 then, I forgot what season was that), he looks so freakishly cutteeeee. Then when I got online again this evening, I decided to check my mail and saw a message sent from Yahoo Groups about his blog in here and without double thoughts, I clicked on the URL of his blog and presto, the contents dazed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MY GOSH! I've read in Chris’ blog that right now, he's taking Applied Math and Finance as his second major and corresponding to that, he's going to play again for Ateneo in this season's UAAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m crying kanina but then, when I’ve read his blog, gosh, the tears just stopped from falling, natuwa ako masyado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if I will be given the chance, I’m going to watch every game of Ateneo LIVE! Sana nga lang, walang school day na masagasaan. (CROSSED FINGERS, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BTW, the draftiness of the weather and the aircon plus the fact that I’m alone here in our house makes me chill at this moment so, just put up with the sentence structures. The brain’s kinda freezing rin ehh. LOL. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(this post will also be seen in my multiply blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201962833257944905-3980075273336026074?l=thryn09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/feeds/3980075273336026074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7201962833257944905&amp;postID=3980075273336026074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/3980075273336026074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/3980075273336026074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-for-good-fight-fight-fight.html' title='Back For Good. FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!'/><author><name>thryn09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12684336301179744964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j43Qag3sPX0/SC2QiW3PpXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TpeYd3JPWx4/S220/17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201962833257944905.post-1671170657870274383</id><published>2008-03-22T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:08:40.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before March Ends. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every scorching month of March, Filipinas celebrate Women’s Month as a symbol of their liberation from the typical Maria Clara, passive image. Every field of expertise today, we can always discover that one way or another there is a woman working behind that curtains. Filipinas had reached the new height of imagery from men in our country but is it worth the price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with a registered social worker (my ate. .) I have learned that every pride that a Filipina make and takes there are still ironies in it. The Philippines is one of the most women-friendly nations in the world. We have lots of Philippine Laws today that protect women in the society. There’s R.A (Republic Act ) 9262: Violence Against Women and their Children, RA 8353 Anti- Rape Law, R.A 7877 the Anti-Sexual Harassment law and Anti Trafficking in Persons act or RA 9208. The list could go on for another paragraph or so that can amazed any feminists around the globe but the really sad part of the story is that more and more Filipina women became a victim every year. She could be our friend, relative, neighbor and even one family member. She could either be the posh young lady wearing that flossy suit or that simple vegetable vendor in the market. And why is that so? Because the machismo attitude among Filipino men are still irreplaceable even the new technologies of today. Filipino ego might compete with Mt. Everest in altitude and its humongous size could match the continent of Australia! I’m not being a feminist or the like but this is the reality that I perceive. Every law has loopholes and bloopers. . and why is it so? Most of our statesmen. . well are Men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that in every angle Filipina may seem “dehado” in every game, we stood proud in the ground that what men can do we can also do and surpass it. We should always find time to fight for our right and fulfill our dreams without what ifs and buts. We should step outside the shadow of discrimination. We should always think that we would always be the equal of men; We Filipina should not sleep in our boudoirs but always awake by the dawn. . of the new beginning of equality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201962833257944905-1671170657870274383?l=thryn09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/feeds/1671170657870274383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7201962833257944905&amp;postID=1671170657870274383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/1671170657870274383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201962833257944905/posts/default/1671170657870274383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thryn09.blogspot.com/2008/05/womens-month.html' title='Before March Ends. .'/><author><name>thryn09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12684336301179744964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j43Qag3sPX0/SC2QiW3PpXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TpeYd3JPWx4/S220/17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
