<?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-448649965772887719</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:11:11.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SCRATCHED THOUGHTS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-2108588130899051574</id><published>2010-06-04T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:40:49.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love &amp; hate</title><content type='html'>Love                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll love you when . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re good-hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re innocent (like me) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re dignified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re humorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re forthcoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re gleeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re living w/o undue worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re wholesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re organized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hate you when . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re vicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re ill-at-ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re socially inclined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re ill-tempered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re user&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re hysteric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re eager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re kill joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re insusceptible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re filthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so san sa tingin nyo kayo nabelong?? haha. tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-2108588130899051574?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/2108588130899051574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/2108588130899051574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/2108588130899051574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-hate.html' title='love &amp; hate'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-3812771224456984400</id><published>2010-06-03T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:48:34.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk, tsk, tsk . . .</title><content type='html'>I was enjoying my netizen’s privilege, I am making an update on my facebook account. In the midst of it, my sister rang my phone, so I picked it up  “jigs diin ka? Si nanay diin?” I stridently answered her “ambot ay, ari ko subong tacurong, ga.internet”, it was humiliating and concurrently weird knowing that I was in a civic place. Haha. I was going to ask her if what’s to be shared. Haha but then she said “di na lang ahh”. She hung me nonplussed? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I upheld on what I am doing, visiting various accounts and making comments. I had a chat with some of my closest friends too and exchanged thoughts “silly things” in particular. Haha. I spent about an hour surfing the net and paid P15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of yielding a fair, I decided to travel by foot. I walked 3 blocks before I reached the Mercury Drug to purchase some goods. As luck would have it, I met my sister Sharon who’s delivering by the month of July. Share lang. haha. Since 2 counters were on task, a long line was made like the “NFA craze” hahaha. My sister asked me “ano baklon mo? Dal-a na diri kay laba-laba ang pila!”, so I hastily dig up 2 packs of bathing soap and gave it to her. Supposedly I have a lot to purchase. Hay. While following her on the line, “ si nanay nakagat cng ido” she said. I just don’t know why I wasn’t able to make any concerning reaction. Haha It was odd that I gave my sister a giggle. Well maybe because my instinct tells me that the dog was injected with anti-rabies and is not that life-threatening. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, we have waited for Nanay to arrive after seeking a doctor. While away, I washed Janessa’s feeding bottles and helped Tatay prepare food for our dinner. Straight off, I heard our wooden gate creaked. And it was my dog bitten Nanay. Haha. both legs were inflicted,  so I asked her what happened. She told me that while she’s buying “mani” the guarding dog bit her, so she waggled her right leg. The dog drew off its chomp. Nanay screamed and cast her affected leg away. But the dog seemed to be enjoying its biting sensation, once again it bit my Nanay’s other leg.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Imagining her in the actual situation made me feel bad. So I realized that in truth it was a serious matter, deeming to be that she’s getting older. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace of God she’s now feeling great and back with her daily habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. makastresssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-3812771224456984400?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/3812771224456984400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/06/tsk-tsk-tsk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/3812771224456984400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/3812771224456984400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/06/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='tsk, tsk, tsk . . .'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-7019067892774974960</id><published>2010-05-12T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T06:43:59.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Election!</title><content type='html'>It is not the acceptance of the things happen around us that we should compel into ourselves, but rather hope for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how many years our dearly-beloved country was doomed by the corrupt and graft leaders. Leaning it on the shoulders of injustice and materialism, but now’s our time to be free, to live through liberal and honest governance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my doubts upon the concern about the inaccuracy of the (Precinct Count Optical Scan) PCOS Machines were convincingly disbanded with the fast and transparent screening of votes. From time to time total uncanvassed and unofficial votes were updated, seemingly showing credibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voting process was quite disappointing, leaving the voters outside of the precincts and let them wait for about 2 hours. Don’t get me wrong, but I think more than 76,000 PCOS Machines were not just enough to fit or accommodate millions of voters all throughout the country. But I truly adore the forbearing voters who have waited so long. They used their so called “right of suffrage”, exhibiting patriotism in our nation. To the registered and unregistered voters who did not vote, damn you all! How thoughtless and futile you are! You do not have the right to complain on the faults and flaws of the government. You did not even try to put an effort on choosing the meriting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honor the journalists, teachers, COMELEC officials and the entire concerned citizens &amp; “netizens” for their dignified support. For warding the safety of votes resulting to bar the electoral fraud. And most importantly to Almighty God, for he is the one who made all these possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings to Noynoy! Sure enough he’ll be the new President. We all hope that you will help “PHILLIP” bounce off from poverty and taste its desired and deserved wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish this particular change, won’t change.&lt;br /&gt;Greetings as well to our FORMER! President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo for being the representative of Pampanga. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Goodbye to you our distrustful president, our 9 years of suffering now reached its end. lalalala” (Seasons in the Sun’s tune )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-7019067892774974960?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/7019067892774974960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/05/2010-election.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/7019067892774974960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/7019067892774974960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/05/2010-election.html' title='2010 Election!'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-5852781283409480280</id><published>2010-05-10T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:22:18.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willie vs. Jobert</title><content type='html'>As we all know, Willie is the man behind the felicity of the elders, through his presence and fine attitude?? Haha  towards them. I admit at times, I watch his show. He could effortlessly make the studio audience laugh and thus make him gain their respect. Willie has undeniably become an asset of the ABS–CBN Management for giving it a sky – scraping rating and offering millions of pesos into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobert on the other hand, is influential as well in the field of journalism. Having an authority to make or write an article to which he would like to make an issue is his job. Digging up issues among various artists are his ways and means to make a profit. As they say, scrap with anyone else but not with the journalists. They have the widest range in conveying any information it might be as pleasant or as worst as it could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let’s set up to the real issue. What is your reaction after hearing and seeing the news about the rivalry happening between Willie and Jobert? It definitely knocked my socks off and concurrently made me laugh. In point of fact, Jobert was right. How Willie could possibly make fun out of the imperfections of his studio contestants, as though he was educated well.haha It’s alright to throw off gags among them as long as you do not mean it. Hmmm.  Wiliie then countered much, he bravely challenged the Management. If the Management will not pull off Jobert into his work, he will voluntarily resign and leave his show. He was so arrogant speaking out those words, as if ABS could not make it without him. He added up too, “bakit? Iisa lang ba ang channel?” Ugh! I can feel the exhibit of self-importance hearing it. Well, it is up to the Management if they endure Willie’s ill-natured mind-set. It would be better if he just shut his mouth. As Meriam Defensor stated “an innocent person is as brave as the lion” Willie is brave out of the situation but is he innocent?? Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-5852781283409480280?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/5852781283409480280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/05/willie-vs-jobert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/5852781283409480280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/5852781283409480280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/05/willie-vs-jobert.html' title='Willie vs. Jobert'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-4322909176081300690</id><published>2010-04-27T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T02:48:29.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>upsetting day !</title><content type='html'>My sister asked me to take the exam for SPES (Special Program for the Employment of Students). Actually, she works at tacurong City Hall, at City Assessors. She helped me comply the requirements needed able to have the examination. I’m hoping to be one of the grantees of 4,000.00. practically, it is an opportunity that anyone should not ignore. Haha (sayang man) She assured me, that I will be assigned in the office, if I’ll pass the exam. And luckily, I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited, knowing that I will be working in an office. With nothing to do but sleep, acquire colds ‘coz of centralized air conditioner haha, count the remaining days to work with and waiting for the pay day. Haha. But of all the things that I was expecting to happen, nothing was established. She texted me that I was assigned in the City ENRO (Environment and Natural Resources Office). Oh no! when I read the message I can imagine my self dealing with smelly mountains of junks. Truly, I was disappointed, ‘coz of the discontentment I’m feeling. I decided to get my self out of that 4,000.00 matter. I texted Sir Allan who’s the PESO Manager, that I want to back out. So he gave me 24 hours to decide if what really is my final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the next day, my sister found a way for me to be transferred in office. She texted me “ Jigs, ginrequest ka ni Ma’am Robles, pero cling ni Sir mo Allan report ka lng anay 1 wik sa City ENRO kag transfer ka dasun.” Who0h! better! Haha. I accepted the proposal, thinking that I’ll be spending 3 weeks in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, yesterday was our first day of duty, but then rescheduled today. I was relieved knowing that we’re assigned in the Nursery Section, with plants and trees. Haha. Yet, I was so bored. This day I practiced to be one of the loners out there. Hahaha Before, I thought being lonely was cool. Dumb thinking that it was.haha It sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-4322909176081300690?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/4322909176081300690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/upsetting-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/4322909176081300690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/4322909176081300690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/upsetting-day.html' title='upsetting day !'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-422388705168528158</id><published>2010-04-24T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:05:48.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my Melodramatic “NANAY” . . .</title><content type='html'>I am lucky and blessed to have a mother just as similar as my NANAY. I am not a braggart, but when we are talking about moms, I am becoming as one. Her capability to take care of us at her utmost effort, granting our needs, and employing the so called “mothers’ instinct”. These are all of her features that made me so swollen with pride. She exemplary executes her obligations and duties among us. When she’s ill, we take a firm stand to render her a rest, but she’s telling us “ nagadugang lng ang sakit ku cni, kung sagi lng ku higda”. I don’t know if it is a common denominator for mothers to still work with that kind of displeasure. But, I guess it is just their “human nature”. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually our moms are asking help when they think they need some. Though they please us to do so, being a teenager and adolescent we used to stomp our feet when we were. I don’t know if a lot do this, but for sure there is few.haha.  Anyway, it happened between me and my NANAY just recently. She was yelling at the top of her voice, complaining that she’s the only one who does the household chores. And we all panicked, hearing that conscientious nag.hehe. I heard my NANAY murmur “mabakasyon takun sa Baras”. I don’t think she was serious. At the back of my mind, “oh come on, you have said that many times, and nothing was put in effect”. Hahaha. But a day after, she decided to fulfill what she said. She slept at our Granma’s home.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we have tried to live a day without a NANAY.haha.  It’s been hard, especially for me, I was the one who was inherited for the tasks inside our house. haha. I cooked the food for breakfast, I washed the clothes as well as the dishes, cleaned my room. haAy.i feel weary every time I recall what I did.hahaha.(batugan abi ku)haha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But at mid-day she finally went home. Yoohoo! At last my suffering will be ended. I just learned a thing; moms are somewhat “MELODRAMATIC”.haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-422388705168528158?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/422388705168528158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-melodramatic-nanay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/422388705168528158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/422388705168528158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-melodramatic-nanay.html' title='my Melodramatic “NANAY” . . .'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-6957669634795231398</id><published>2010-04-20T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T02:05:03.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLEGE or pleasurable JOURNEY'S SAKE . . .</title><content type='html'>I woke up early in the morning. My alarm clock seems to be useless. I always wake up in the morning earlier than my depended arousing agent. (my alarm clock)  So I hurriedly got off of my bed, fixed it and started preparing all the things that I should bring in for my dreaded entrance exam, haha. (In fact I can’t even sleep well that night imagining what would be the questions that would probably come out.) Later on, I took my “brekkie” quickly and drank my hot milk, just to struggle with the coldness of the morning breeze. I took a little rest before having a freezing bath. I think I’ve enjoyed much refreshing myself .haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I remember, Mec2 texted me to be fixed with myself at 6 am, so I hastily wear my clothes and waited for Manong Nonoy to arrive. For I have asked him to pick me up and to direct me to my destination. I have waited in front of the Tacurong Fit Mart for quite a long time and a get a little bit bored. But I hear this voice inside my head telling me that it’s ok, at any rate you have nothing to worry ‘coz actually it’s a free ride.(whoah! Spooky haha). &lt;br /&gt;45 minutes past and a car just stopped in front of me, not knowing that it was them (Mec2, her parents, her aunt Ma’am Loja, Apple, Melissa, Kyrien and Dana), and so I have entered the car, we have fit wonderingly, ‘coz there are 9 of us inside the car. Haha.(considering that Mec2 and Dana were both healthy.haha. ‘know what I mean)haha.just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours of travel we have eventually arrived at General Santos City. Mec2’s parents were too kind to lead us right in front of my future Alma Mater.haha. at GenSantos Foundation College Inc.(GFCI ), but known to be GFI alone. Then I immediately went inside the testing area. When I entered the room I saw a lot of students sitting closely, they all look a bit older than me, so I doubt them to be my co-examinee for the entrance exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the back row. Suddenly a teacher popped in, telling the older students. Haha, to fill up some sort of documents. I heard him saying “we are going to proceed at Law 2, and later we will recapitulate your Law 1”. Ahhh, so they’re having a summer class. I thought I entered the wrong room, but I wasn’t. I saw the printed writing on the board “TESTING AREA”, ahhh, so they’re the ones who entered the wrong room. Hahaha. I stood up and went near to the teacher and asked him “Sir, san po ba talaga dito ang testing area?” he had answered me sarcastically “Bakit dito ba testing area niyo?”. Ha??? Ano daw?Tsk3.( ang gulo naman)haha. Then he looked at the board and apparently he saw what was written. He told me “ah ok, cge dyan ka lng muna likod hintayin nyo lng ang proctor niyo”. Afterwards he advised his students to go to the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taken the examination at exactly 10 am, it was a 50 item test. Thank GOD that the questions that came out were not that difficult to cause our noses bleed.. We asked ate Grace, the one who supervised us in our exam. “ate ilan ba ang passing score?”. She had instantly replied “actually ning exam nga ni, para lng mabal.an kng may discount kmu.”. We, the examinees, all laughed after clarifying our question. We thought that there’s a passing score, or maybe a cut off of students who are qualified to be one of their enrollees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes was the time limit in taking the exam, right away, we headed at KCC to have fun . . .fun . . .fun. (haha). . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-6957669634795231398?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/6957669634795231398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/college-or-pleasurable-journeys-sake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/6957669634795231398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/6957669634795231398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/college-or-pleasurable-journeys-sake.html' title='COLLEGE or pleasurable JOURNEY&apos;S SAKE . . .'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-2016049340163558985</id><published>2010-04-16T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:53:14.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High - pitch response !</title><content type='html'>I was in our neighbor’s house at around 1 o’ clock, I went there to have a chitchat ‘coz boredom’s pissing me off, you know ‘coz of the energy shortage. But about 3 pm the energy current came back, and we decided to watch a movie (we watched NARUTO)haha childish.  Honestly I enjoyed a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching 2 episodes, my sister texted me to go home and tell Nanay to prepare mongo beans for our dish for dinner to be cooked with ampalaya leaves and shrimp.(ugh! Hate ampalaya) So I immediately went home and tell Nanay about what my sister texted me. Right away Nanay asked me to buy tomatoes, she gave me 5 pesos (tsk krisis na gd) haha. I’m used to buy goods at Marites’ store but unluckily she does not have some. And so I went on the other store. My mood was steady and calm approaching it, I knocked and called for someone who will entertain me. Then I heard a chirp, haha, because it was a little girl’s voice.haha. Below, was the complete conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: ayo. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata: ano to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: may kamatis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata: wala. (she had spoke in a very  low pitch, allowing me not hear her voice clearly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: (so I asked her again.) may kamatis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata: wala!. (I was shocked upon the huge change of her pitch, she had raised it too much, as if she was like a soprano)haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee! Young generation nowadays is totally different from the past generation. Hahaha. (Natarayan ako ba! Haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-2016049340163558985?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/2016049340163558985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/high-pitch-response.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/2016049340163558985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/2016049340163558985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/high-pitch-response.html' title='High - pitch response !'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-2934233215404093764</id><published>2010-04-15T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:43:24.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raucous NIGHT!</title><content type='html'>In our brgy. at San Emmanuel, we celebrate our patronal fiesta yearly, on the month of April. Typically, the're lots of activities held, such as the games for youngster, sports (basketball league) and the pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Brian who's my sister's husband, was invited by some of the basketball players in our "purok" to join the league. Then, he gladly accepted the request. Just for the record Kuya Brian was before a star player of his team. (hahaha) But now, he plays basketball infrequently, 'coz he's busy with his job as a policeman and as a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister Sharon, kuya Brian's wife, persistently invited us to watch the game, and so, my sister chippy and I agreed to go with them. When the clock  struck 6 we started eating, preparing for the activity. That was scheduled to begin at 8 o' clock. Right after we ate, Chippy had her self refreshed, and I, just sit on our sofa having a rest from our satisfying dinner and consequently letting time to pass. And when Chippy got dressed and kuya Brian &amp; Sharon were ready too, we hurriedly proceeded to the brgy. gymnasium. There are 2 games to be played, one's for the juniors' league and the other's for the seniors and kuya Brian was in lined with the seniors. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours past, and finally it is the seniors turn to play. Though it is too late at night, the crowd's still full of intense to cheer the teams. As the supporters of kuya Brian's team, we confidently thought that they're gonna win, because they've easily earned 10 points at the start of the game. Yet, the opponent's team were much courageous and ending the game as the victor. Yeah! our team lost, yet we all enjoyed watching both teams fairly played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we realized that we all have this hoarseness in our voices. haha (pildi pa ang nagmugmog lansang.)haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-2934233215404093764?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/2934233215404093764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/raucous-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/2934233215404093764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/2934233215404093764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/raucous-night.html' title='Raucous NIGHT!'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-8286614822713413064</id><published>2010-04-11T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T02:54:50.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 years of living . . .</title><content type='html'>Yehey! happy birthday to ever cheerful, humane, (innocent?) and humorous me. Indeed God has loved me exceedingly for extending my life for 17 long years and hoping to be extended. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am asking my self, how did my life start? Since i can't even remember just a single scene of my past childhood life, i assume that i did the same thing as a normal child basically does. Being bathed by our mothers naked (haha.silly), feeding ourselves with feeding bottles, playing with sticky mucus gently gushing from our noses (ugh! disgusting, yet "sometimes" TRUE) haha and also our syllabic repetitions, our stammering, just like "am-am" which stands for food and "mamam" for water. I don't know if you've been tried to be teased by your siblings and your mother, that you are not a real part of the family(i've tried). They were quite effective and insistent enough to make me believe that i was truly an adopted son. ("uto-uto") haha. Though they teases me a lot, i can feel their irrevocable love on me. I think they're just too cool to admit and show it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to be that time ran so fast, yet every single second of my life was worth living. Before, i consider my life just like a canvas with no other colors to see but the base color, white. But then as time goes by, different beautiful colors were added into my blank canvas. Now it is much lovelier, colorful and considerably looks expensive, which I can proudly tell that it is indeed an "obra maestra". I am now looking forward to held an auction. haha. (atik lng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 years? quite a long time, but 'know what they say "life starts at 40" and so, does it mean i still have 23 years left to start my life? haha. Nope, i don't think so. Happy memories are perfectly enough to fill those days of that of 23 years. I am happy of what my life has been reached and i am completely contented and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i am still breathing and living. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-8286614822713413064?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/8286614822713413064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/17-years-of-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/8286614822713413064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/8286614822713413064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/17-years-of-living.html' title='17 years of living . . .'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448649965772887719.post-8519456063634512648</id><published>2010-04-09T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:08:44.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Life, DISMISSED!</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that i was being be able to conquer all of the requirements needed just to graduate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straining exams, homework, theses, projects, lots of socio - cultural activities, deafening scold of our teachers, commanding dictations of the student body organization members, and the buzzing chitchat of the students, during flag ceremony, all of these are just some of my haunting experiences throughout my high school life which i'll truly MISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughs and giggles, moans and cries we've shared together, pleasure treats and trips my friends gave me. as well as those embarrassing moments, clashes, and the mean things we've done which i'll dearly hold and remember. haha. Anyway, to my dearest friends HANI, KIKAY, RHEM, KAT, JUN, JHED, AIKA and CHA and also to my extended friends. haha. MENJAY, KENT, RUE, EROLD, DANZIE, IVEE, ANGELO, DIO and MAGONCIA my deepest thanks to y'all. Undeniably, you've made a fraction here in my heart and became a part of my whole being. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my batch mates, THANK YOU! Hope all of you will not forget our lovely, adept, kind, honest, optimistic, polite, untiring, simple, wholesome and genuine batch. Do well on your college struggle, and i do hope that y'all would be as proficient as you've wanted to be. See on our REUNION 10 years from now. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS BATCH 2009 - 2010! GOD BLESS US ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448649965772887719-8519456063634512648?l=paljiggs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/8519456063634512648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/high-school-life-dismissed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/8519456063634512648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448649965772887719/posts/default/8519456063634512648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paljiggs.blogspot.com/2010/04/high-school-life-dismissed.html' title='High School Life, DISMISSED!'/><author><name>Keveyn Gauden Travilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01777475259251659353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
