<?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-3984222906231225772</id><updated>2012-02-02T00:58:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe and Live</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-4885127449908472967</id><published>2010-04-11T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:53:24.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Me Anything</title><content type='html'>Follow this link -&gt; http://www.formspring.me/mikezotomayor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-4885127449908472967?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/4885127449908472967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=4885127449908472967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4885127449908472967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4885127449908472967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/04/ask-me-anything.html' title='Ask Me Anything'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-1969007124368384444</id><published>2010-04-10T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:50:42.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'LL BE POSTING HERE NOW SINCE IT'S EASIER</title><content type='html'>http://michaelzotomayor.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-1969007124368384444?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/1969007124368384444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=1969007124368384444&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/1969007124368384444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/1969007124368384444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-be-posting-here-now-since-its.html' title='I&apos;LL BE POSTING HERE NOW SINCE IT&apos;S EASIER'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-4363758632148463957</id><published>2010-04-04T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:45:15.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Order In The Court</title><content type='html'>I asked my parents about the tattoo I'm planning to get since I'll be getting the money from them. I inquired already and it's about 3k-10k pesos depending on the size I want to get on my back. As expected, they didn't agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is not the time. When I'm working already, I'll make sure I'll get one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-4363758632148463957?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/4363758632148463957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=4363758632148463957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4363758632148463957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4363758632148463957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/04/order-in-court.html' title='Order In The Court'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-7218884427982343512</id><published>2010-03-28T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:29:39.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Jelly</title><content type='html'>Most of my friends graduated this month. It's just nice seeing them posting their graduation pictures with their parents. I feel jealous witnessing them move on to the next chapter of their lives. Finally, they get to harvest all the fruits of their hard work. I just wish all the best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am still dealing with homeworks. Thank you engineering for being such a long course. And yes, I'm being sarcastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-7218884427982343512?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/7218884427982343512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=7218884427982343512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7218884427982343512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7218884427982343512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/03/peanut-butter-jelly.html' title='Peanut Butter Jelly'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-4379113219373811012</id><published>2010-03-22T00:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:14:25.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Baby Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S6ZOOk6qHBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pBZMB4Mlsz8/s1600-h/26438_403538560972_719430972_5443156_6391579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S6ZOOk6qHBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pBZMB4Mlsz8/s400/26438_403538560972_719430972_5443156_6391579_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451130411313404946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that was me wearing my fuck face. And yes again, I don't remember doing crazy things that night. I even got my finger burnt. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-4379113219373811012?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/4379113219373811012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=4379113219373811012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4379113219373811012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4379113219373811012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/03/burn-baby-burn.html' title='Burn Baby Burn'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S6ZOOk6qHBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pBZMB4Mlsz8/s72-c/26438_403538560972_719430972_5443156_6391579_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-3347693221734700772</id><published>2010-03-19T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:03:49.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF THE WALL</title><content type='html'>I said no. I'm proud of myself. :)&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/3984222906231225772-3347693221734700772?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/3347693221734700772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=3347693221734700772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3347693221734700772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3347693221734700772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/03/off-wall.html' title='OFF THE WALL'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8586675068693263229</id><published>2010-03-10T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:54:43.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S5Z9PsD0yxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ugHg-uTR2Hs/s1600-h/tumblr_kw6qm3dUva1qzytkuo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S5Z9PsD0yxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ugHg-uTR2Hs/s400/tumblr_kw6qm3dUva1qzytkuo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446678507829906194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8586675068693263229?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8586675068693263229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8586675068693263229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8586675068693263229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8586675068693263229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/03/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S5Z9PsD0yxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ugHg-uTR2Hs/s72-c/tumblr_kw6qm3dUva1qzytkuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-9041312317404832492</id><published>2010-03-01T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:38:29.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M THINKING OF GETTING A TATTOO ON MY RIGHT ARM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-9041312317404832492?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/9041312317404832492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=9041312317404832492&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/9041312317404832492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/9041312317404832492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-thinking-of-getting-tattoo-on-my.html' title='I&apos;M THINKING OF GETTING A TATTOO ON MY RIGHT ARM'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-7515303142119651131</id><published>2010-02-26T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:15:30.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>I just woke up, checked the clock and it is 5am. I can't sleep anymore. I just had a really  bad dream. I mean, I love confrontations. I just hate to wake up in the middle of it knowing it was just a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this still haunting me. Okay, this is gonna be a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-7515303142119651131?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/7515303142119651131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=7515303142119651131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7515303142119651131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7515303142119651131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams.html' title='Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8320326655299398242</id><published>2010-02-25T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:13:05.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S4aR52spDmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1RyowKPHh9M/s1600-h/holidays+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S4aR52spDmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1RyowKPHh9M/s320/holidays+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442197622845148770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S4aR5ruVjKI/AAAAAAAAAco/nP5VF9l-uq8/s1600-h/holidays+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S4aR5ruVjKI/AAAAAAAAAco/nP5VF9l-uq8/s320/holidays+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442197619899468962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S4aR5eeFSvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/9vXxJxI_lFM/s1600-h/holidays+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S4aR5eeFSvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/9vXxJxI_lFM/s320/holidays+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442197616341633778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sprained left ankle. Epic fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8320326655299398242?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8320326655299398242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8320326655299398242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8320326655299398242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8320326655299398242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/02/ewww.html' title='Ewww'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S4aR52spDmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1RyowKPHh9M/s72-c/holidays+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-4743806114234433813</id><published>2010-02-24T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:00:30.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got the Best of Both Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-4743806114234433813?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/4743806114234433813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=4743806114234433813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4743806114234433813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4743806114234433813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-got-best-of-both-worlds.html' title='You Got the Best of Both Worlds'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-5494001785969276979</id><published>2010-02-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:01:06.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>Palawan with family and relatives, Camsur watersports complex with a friend's family, and bora with brothers and friends! Can't wait! Booyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-5494001785969276979?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/5494001785969276979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=5494001785969276979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5494001785969276979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5494001785969276979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/02/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-6714177073900511128</id><published>2010-02-16T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:21:52.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick And Norah's Infinite Playlist</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been listening to music a lot and I saw this movie and I just loved their soundtrack and the idea of everything can happen in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I included two of their songs in my playlist. They're "Little Motel" by Modest Mouse and "Last Words" by I don't know. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-6714177073900511128?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/6714177073900511128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=6714177073900511128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6714177073900511128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6714177073900511128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/02/nick-and-norahs-infinite-playlist.html' title='Nick And Norah&apos;s Infinite Playlist'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-4196450268993576821</id><published>2010-02-14T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:52:00.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deym</title><content type='html'>Men I have got to lessen my standards. Like seriously. Be open in things and expect the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-4196450268993576821?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/4196450268993576821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=4196450268993576821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4196450268993576821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4196450268993576821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/02/deym.html' title='Deym'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-7389140370728853345</id><published>2010-02-11T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:10:31.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Freak</title><content type='html'>I just had a late night street jog. Men it was refreshing. But of course, nothing beats morning jogs. And I eat vegetables now! I know, it's a surprise for me too. I was amazed that it doesn't taste anything at all. They just differ on the texture. Haha. And of course fruits. I bring a box consisting of several fruits everyday. I love this lifestyle. I hope I can maintain the discipline and motivation so I can keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll be getting my wakeboarding gear 2-3 weeks from now. I can't wait. AND. I'm such a wimp. My all time college crush, who's on a same class with me, smiled at me earlier when I saw her at school. I froze and pretended I didn't recognize her. HAHAHAHA. Men I'm such a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you haven't noticed, I changed my playlist. It's a more positive one. I listen to them when I'm on the beach or on the road. Be sure to check them out. Believe me, they're worth checking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-7389140370728853345?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/7389140370728853345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=7389140370728853345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7389140370728853345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7389140370728853345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/02/health-freak.html' title='Health Freak'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-5262354336640426812</id><published>2010-01-25T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:14:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Think of a Title</title><content type='html'>I just love you dad and mom. You're both the best. You both have sacrificed a lot for us. Someday, I will give everything you want and you won't have to work anymore. I love you and I will do anything for the both of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-5262354336640426812?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/5262354336640426812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=5262354336640426812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5262354336640426812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5262354336640426812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='I Can&apos;t Think of a Title'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-5287948372126349749</id><published>2010-01-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:07:41.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PFFFTT</title><content type='html'>It's 12 midnight. I'm 2 paragraphs done on my 5 paged essay and I'm scheduled to jog later at 6am and I'm here listening to the most depressing songs ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-5287948372126349749?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/5287948372126349749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=5287948372126349749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5287948372126349749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5287948372126349749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/01/pffftt.html' title='PFFFTT'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8113012503432537769</id><published>2010-01-24T12:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:25:38.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gear</title><content type='html'>Hopefully, this summer I'll get a membership on a wake park and I'll get my gear. I can't f*ckin wait! Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLMISrJzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IAR7nYHrS6w/s1600-h/2010-FLX-138-Top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLMISrJzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IAR7nYHrS6w/s320/2010-FLX-138-Top.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430157184969942834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLL68DExI/AAAAAAAAAcA/MAS7Fqs9ZIo/s1600-h/10_HL_Marek_Boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLL68DExI/AAAAAAAAAcA/MAS7Fqs9ZIo/s320/10_HL_Marek_Boot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430157181385380626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLLmHq-5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/pkxVlr3WtpQ/s1600-h/2010-Watson-Comp-FRT-BLK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLLHZ7ifI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Mi6KMc9LPso/s320/HL_STEPUP_WHITE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430157167552072178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLdeLjZaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Bh92egKYrBo/s1600-h/10_RO_LINKS_BACK-PACK_BAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLdeLjZaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Bh92egKYrBo/s320/10_RO_LINKS_BACK-PACK_BAG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430157482903430562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLdHx3geI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/467UW7XonSE/s1600-h/TheCoolOut20BS_BK1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLdHx3geI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/467UW7XonSE/s320/TheCoolOut20BS_BK1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430157476890116578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8113012503432537769?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8113012503432537769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8113012503432537769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8113012503432537769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8113012503432537769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/01/gear.html' title='Gear'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/S1vLMISrJzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IAR7nYHrS6w/s72-c/2010-FLX-138-Top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-7003815830320552258</id><published>2010-01-16T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:02:54.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omni Lamp Shade</title><content type='html'>I browsed through tagged and posted high school pictures of my friends. I don't know, it made me feel sad. I'm getting old and those pictures were really young. Our clothes were silly, smiles were pure, and the word hassle doesn't exist yet.  I miss everything about high school. Not that I don't have a life today, it's just that everything was so easy before. And simple. Why is it so complicated today? Before, if we're only half day at school, we'll go straight to a friends house and talk, chill, eat, and play anything. Now, why it must always be at night and why alcohol must always be present? Don't they appreciate the beauty of sunlight? I love the sun. Okay stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I miss those annoying field trips, fun Christmas parties, embarrassing experiences at prom, the discipline office, those late night and early morning basketball trainings, basketball games, amazing free times, and flag ceremonies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-7003815830320552258?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/7003815830320552258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=7003815830320552258&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7003815830320552258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7003815830320552258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/01/omni-lamp-shade.html' title='Omni Lamp Shade'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8827217283862636598</id><published>2010-01-14T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:44:45.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye pimples! Haha</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks, I've been having pimples due to the protein shakes I've been drinking. Yes, I'm lactose intolerant. I know talking about this is gay but I'm just happy my pimples are fading away now! Haha. I stopped taking supplements. Just more meat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8827217283862636598?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8827217283862636598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8827217283862636598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8827217283862636598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8827217283862636598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-pimples-haha.html' title='Bye pimples! Haha'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-110586355599127236</id><published>2009-12-10T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:45:41.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Togethers</title><content type='html'>I really can't wait for this coming Christmas break. I'll be having reunion with my good old friends. On December 18, I'll be hosting a get together with my high school buddies. Men, it's been a while! And on December 22, before my flight to HK, a first time reunion with my grade school friends! I can't wait to see their faces! All I can remember are their cute kiddie looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prediction: Best Christmas season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-110586355599127236?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/110586355599127236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=110586355599127236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/110586355599127236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/110586355599127236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-togethers.html' title='Get Togethers'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8420523421535449162</id><published>2009-12-04T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:32:36.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn Between Two Lovers???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SxjXHQ6SZWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/1HHgojrOuzg/s1600-h/avcqe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SxjXHQ6SZWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/1HHgojrOuzg/s400/avcqe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411311472084149602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wake or to surf? Ugh. I don't know. I can only be good at one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8420523421535449162?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8420523421535449162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8420523421535449162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8420523421535449162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8420523421535449162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/12/torn-between-two-lovers.html' title='Torn Between Two Lovers???'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SxjXHQ6SZWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/1HHgojrOuzg/s72-c/avcqe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-7689630122364883173</id><published>2009-12-03T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:32:35.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Hello moite! Haha. Anyways, what's the point of traveling when you'll take a trip but still you want it to make you feel home? Don't book for first class flights and hotels! Take the cheapest rates, ride the shittiest transpos, explore cultures, discover foods, and meet people! Don't spend too much time going to tourist spots. Believe me, you wouldn't want to be a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, in contrary to what I've been saying, I'm excited for the coming holidays. Hongkong, Macau and Bora beybeh! I'm with my parents so I Better experience all the luxury I can get. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-7689630122364883173?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/7689630122364883173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=7689630122364883173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7689630122364883173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7689630122364883173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-494339998751479580</id><published>2009-10-03T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:29:14.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripe Too Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SscnED3Ov2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/hbpAco-6vPo/s1600-h/bata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SscnED3Ov2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/hbpAco-6vPo/s400/bata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388318429882007394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We need to remember what used to be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-494339998751479580?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/494339998751479580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=494339998751479580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/494339998751479580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/494339998751479580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/10/ripe-too-soon.html' title='Ripe Too Soon'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SscnED3Ov2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/hbpAco-6vPo/s72-c/bata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-84979977176009988</id><published>2009-09-02T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:52:36.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find me at Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Sp6ERx9cnCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eCOH0jsw9Xo/s1600-h/43042799_b0223895c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Sp6ERx9cnCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eCOH0jsw9Xo/s320/43042799_b0223895c8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376880446130658338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. I can smell it. Two effin more to one week liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photo from flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-84979977176009988?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/84979977176009988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=84979977176009988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/84979977176009988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/84979977176009988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/09/find-me-at-serenity.html' title='Find me at Serenity'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Sp6ERx9cnCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eCOH0jsw9Xo/s72-c/43042799_b0223895c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-5910247577677583774</id><published>2009-09-02T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:20:50.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BA A A A A A!!</title><content type='html'>It was nice. You guys are great. I feel really honored and flattered in a way. It was a great booster. Let's do it again some other time. BA A A A A!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Sp1WUFYJ4gI/AAAAAAAAAbA/JIBWWskUUDY/s1600-h/168321589_14089ed14c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Sp1WUFYJ4gI/AAAAAAAAAbA/JIBWWskUUDY/s320/168321589_14089ed14c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376548433191100930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'll be in La Union again this weekend. Feel free to tag along with us and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember! "Never refuse an invitation; never resist the unfamiliar; never fail to be polite; and never outstay your welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience, and if it hurts, you know what... it's probably worth it." - Beached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-5910247577677583774?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/5910247577677583774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=5910247577677583774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5910247577677583774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5910247577677583774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/09/ba-a-a.html' title='BA A A A A A!!'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Sp1WUFYJ4gI/AAAAAAAAAbA/JIBWWskUUDY/s72-c/168321589_14089ed14c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-7981232883881084335</id><published>2009-08-27T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:23:26.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewed</title><content type='html'>I love blogging these days. Ideas are just overflowing. Plus, it is simpler and more private now. Nobody goes here anymore after being abandoned for half a year. I also deleted all the links to this site. So, it's just gonna be me and you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more pictures this time! Adios mi amigo! Kop kunh kahp (thank you)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-7981232883881084335?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/7981232883881084335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=7981232883881084335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7981232883881084335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7981232883881084335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/08/renewed.html' title='Renewed'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8098680349871991164</id><published>2009-08-26T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:35:29.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blazing Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpaabvlLl9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/HYrMHzxM1L4/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpaabvlLl9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/HYrMHzxM1L4/s320/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374653006732826578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpafmfAzJBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Oj0w4Rn9ehk/s1600-h/zzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpafmfAzJBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Oj0w4Rn9ehk/s320/zzzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374658688821961746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpafllMbk5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/kIBbjeP1LmI/s1600-h/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpafllMbk5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/kIBbjeP1LmI/s320/v.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374658673301492626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Spafk7kKgcI/AAAAAAAAAao/JCUwvtkQMzs/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Spafk7kKgcI/AAAAAAAAAao/JCUwvtkQMzs/s320/w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374658662126748098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpadhcrYCtI/AAAAAAAAAag/OyifNBah7tY/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpadhcrYCtI/AAAAAAAAAag/OyifNBah7tY/s320/t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374656403272633042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Spac2pV8zVI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-4E-rLQZcBc/s1600-h/q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Spac2pV8zVI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-4E-rLQZcBc/s320/q.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374655667938053458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Spab4uFsoAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-m4mN_Z41k0/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Spab4uFsoAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-m4mN_Z41k0/s320/p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374654604060172290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpabonjF6pI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1eYRqWrUg3U/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpabonjF6pI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1eYRqWrUg3U/s320/l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374654327426509458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpabjnHt3BI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6jVmoM_Zf1c/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpabjnHt3BI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6jVmoM_Zf1c/s320/i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374654241412340754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpabV-kUQxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/28RH8H-BpJs/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpabV-kUQxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/28RH8H-BpJs/s320/m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374654007188144914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Spaa4HoNjGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/n56ss_2tX8w/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Spaa4HoNjGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/n56ss_2tX8w/s320/g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374653494224325730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpaamUmmuFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/zAN53okK9Wc/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpaamUmmuFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/zAN53okK9Wc/s320/f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374653188469602386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpaagcIV4BI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0k4TRt-9KC0/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpaagcIV4BI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0k4TRt-9KC0/s320/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374653087410937874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpaaU-w-R2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/IipRnwGMzug/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpaaU-w-R2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/IipRnwGMzug/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374652890549733218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too innocent.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Photos from me, Jam, and Marco. Edited by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8098680349871991164?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8098680349871991164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8098680349871991164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8098680349871991164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8098680349871991164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/08/blazing-silence.html' title='Blazing Silence'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpaabvlLl9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/HYrMHzxM1L4/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8751880141337130041</id><published>2009-08-25T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:14:16.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wbkdiohbva0ae0hb735kddbs</title><content type='html'>I know I'm happy, I'm living my life to the fullest. I'm alive, I'm breathing, I can move, I get hungry, I get thirsty and I'm experiencing life. BUT. There's just times when you feel jealous of others for having everything. Like having someone. Like in a long distance trip or vacation, let's say maybe after 3 days or so, they will be looking forward on going home for someone is waiting for them. In my case, I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all good. I'm here now anyway. Bangkok was an epic win. I'm in reality now so I better just suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpTH137TUYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YcueoomEF4o/s1600-h/5410_142851801411_742906411_3315169_3162809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpTH137TUYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YcueoomEF4o/s320/5410_142851801411_742906411_3315169_3162809_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374139983719518594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, money is just paper. Don't let it hinder you for having fun because sometimes, money can really buy happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post has random swings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8751880141337130041?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8751880141337130041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8751880141337130041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8751880141337130041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8751880141337130041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/08/wbkdiohbva0ae0hb735kddbs.html' title='wbkdiohbva0ae0hb735kddbs'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SpTH137TUYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YcueoomEF4o/s72-c/5410_142851801411_742906411_3315169_3162809_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8927264241877358641</id><published>2009-08-02T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:45:21.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beached</title><content type='html'>Trust me, it's paradise. This is where the hungry come to feed. For mine is a generation that circles the globe in search of something we haven't tried before. So never refuse an invitation; never resist the unfamiliar; never fail to be polite; and never outstay your welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience, and if it hurts, you know what... it's probably worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hope, and you dream, but you never believe that something is going to happen for you. Not like it does in the movies; and when it actually does, you expect it to feel different, more visirale, more real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for it to hit me. I still believe in paradise but now at least I know it's not some place you can look for, cause it's not where you go, it's how you feel for a moment in your life; and if you find that moment, it lasts forever, it lasts forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8927264241877358641?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8927264241877358641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8927264241877358641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8927264241877358641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8927264241877358641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/08/beached.html' title='Beached'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-3333164226737568428</id><published>2009-02-11T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:27:04.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me One More Fuckin Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw her yesterday; not the interesting person I mentioned last time, it was someone else.  It's been two years and I thought I'm done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was with someone. She look great. And happy. As if nothing happened. She moved on. I tried my best to look improved than the last time we saw each other but it looked like she doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and browsed over our box that I'm still keeping. I hate this feeling. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it! I'm still miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to be telling about this like posting a shout out or something. I'm gonna delete this when I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect timing for valentines. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-3333164226737568428?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/3333164226737568428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=3333164226737568428&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3333164226737568428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3333164226737568428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-me-one-more-fuckin-year.html' title='Give Me One More Fuckin Year'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-4499574903653903823</id><published>2009-02-08T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:27:47.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>Met someone interesting. An Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"I like poetry, long walks on the beach and poking dead things with a stick. I pretty much "go with the flow". I am a champion at procrastinating. And I get an ugly tingling sensation every time I see whacked up feet, spiders, and moustaches on ladies. I've been told I laugh like an adolescent boy going through the stages of his voice breaking. I'm complicated, yet simple. I get attached to things easily. I stutter. And I confuse myself a lot. It takes skill to trip over flat surfaces. People only laugh at my jokes out of pity, or because it is just &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; lame. English is my second language. I like hugs, and high-fives. People always leave, and things will change. I have a love-hate relationship with life.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I guess I'm just a girl wrapped in a mystery inside a bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weird weird weird. It's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-4499574903653903823?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/4499574903653903823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=4499574903653903823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4499574903653903823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4499574903653903823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-6799052464152403186</id><published>2009-02-01T16:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:04:08.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Back on Track!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not really a bar/club type of person. I enjoy it more drinking with my good friends in a private place where you can actually TALK and bond with each other. But these past few weeks, I've been doing exactly the opposite. I've found thrill going to bars. There's this excitement where you don't know what's going to happen. Like dancing with perfect strangers, meeting a bunch of richy-bitchy kids, getting to taste new flavors of alcohol, and spending the money you saved for something more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loosened up. And I LIKED it. Now I'm getting tired of that act. I mean, the I'm-a-cool-dude-party-peep-type-act. At this moment, I don't want anything from - I don't know - should I call it socializing crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people do it? Don't they get tired? Maybe they're lonely. Haha. For some people it's even part of their lives. Now, for me it's just a waste of money and a good opportunity to meet jerks and screw ups. I can have fun in many different ways without alcohol and not in midnight-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this thinking is just for today, or maybe till tomorrow. I don't know for the next days but right now, I'm sick of it. I'm tired of disappointing my dad. I'm not a screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*Got in at Sinag - steering, suspension, brakes division&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-6799052464152403186?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/6799052464152403186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=6799052464152403186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6799052464152403186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6799052464152403186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-back-on-track.html' title='Get Back on Track!'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-25616013620132892</id><published>2009-01-13T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:27:49.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Job in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me just share to you guys what I saw on Yahoo News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;"SYDNEY (AFP) – An Australian state is offering internationally what it calls "the best job in the world" -- earning a top salary for lazing around a beautiful &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_0"&gt;tropical island&lt;/span&gt; for six months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt; The job pays 150,000 &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_1"&gt;Australian dollars&lt;/span&gt; (105,000 US dollars) and includes free airfares from the winner's home country to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_2"&gt;Hamilton Island&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_3"&gt;Great Barrier Reef&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_4"&gt;Queensland&lt;/span&gt;'s state government announced on Tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SWygb1uILeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MFQAREgE6Ws/s1600-h/Heron_Island_Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SWygb1uILeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MFQAREgE6Ws/s320/Heron_Island_Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290780062390955490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;In return, the "island caretaker" will be expected to stroll the white sands, snorkel the reef, take care of "a few minor tasks" -- and report to a global audience via weekly blogs, photo diaries and video updates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SWygsfw4DcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YdcvfVz9XZ0/s1600-h/great-barrier-reef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SWygsfw4DcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YdcvfVz9XZ0/s320/great-barrier-reef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290780348554677698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt; The successful applicant, who will stay rent-free in a three-bedroom beach home complete with &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_5"&gt;plunge pool&lt;/span&gt; and golf buggy, must be a good swimmer, excellent communicator and be able to speak and write English."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh mann. Don't you just wanna cry seeing that beach? It really is the best job in the world. Imagine getting  roughly 5 Million Pesos just to take care of that beautiful island. Geez. I am even willing to pay them so that they'll choose me. And I can do it for free. Haha. Or if they insist, I guess I can take that 5 Million. In cash. HAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know this sounds crazy but my friend and I are working on the online application for it. Who knows? Things that occur only on movies might just happen this time for real. Haha. It's just for good time's sake. We're not hoping or anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090113/od_afp/lifestyleaustraliatourismoffbeat_20090113032028;_ylt=ApBvI0vLXWrzCsoJsrsb0DEazJV4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the link.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photos from google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-25616013620132892?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/25616013620132892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=25616013620132892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/25616013620132892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/25616013620132892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-job-in-world.html' title='Best Job in the World'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SWygb1uILeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MFQAREgE6Ws/s72-c/Heron_Island_Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8062203554739855119</id><published>2008-12-01T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:27:58.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Dot dot dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to lessen my standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of school food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of the daily travel to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black 1968 Mustang GT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black striped Sanuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakeboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opwbaldvojbndlrqvbska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock Lesnar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it like to be imprisoned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to step up my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parachute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop chop chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked me if I want to join him treat some street kids for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such thing as next world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a new hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agskvgsgvbkjsgvbsvjkbsjvb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kite Runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be joining you next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluid Mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a mom at my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spark Plugs. Backfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge basketball gyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mang Juan and Kuya Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pafnbjoqjjhskjavad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Board shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flordeliza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akdbibempobcabyafy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start eating vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching cooking shows lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who lack self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yosi vendor across Taft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do accidents choose who to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muay Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucky thesis topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nannie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Villamor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Acacia tree at CSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys fold the sleeves of their shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me for a photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jc and Marco's birthday coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auvsbnroy3i4utqwbacbmcvnsiwyb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Will be adding more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8062203554739855119?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8062203554739855119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8062203554739855119&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8062203554739855119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8062203554739855119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-4380651508345130867</id><published>2008-11-21T13:36:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:13:15.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow-Up</title><content type='html'>I got stuck with movies. Again. Most of them are late 90's films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American History X - Great movie. Great story. Great Edward Norton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZVzeGdquI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qwNHqpcv6Nk/s1600-h/american-history-x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZVzeGdquI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qwNHqpcv6Nk/s320/american-history-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270994756625607394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicker Park - Super cheesy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZfMjX7nKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6QKVs6z8tNc/s1600-h/215151.1020.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZfMjX7nKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6QKVs6z8tNc/s320/215151.1020.A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271005083142429858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwork Orange - A 1971 super old classic film. There can never be good without the bad and Alex is the bad. Super cool movie. "I'm singing in the rain............".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZVo6-VCPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_9n6dY5NmbI/s1600-h/clockworkorange1982r350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZVo6-VCPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_9n6dY5NmbI/s320/clockworkorange1982r350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270994575397554418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternall Sunshine of a Spotless Mind - Such thing should exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZVEEDCApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nDvNLd1ePeQ/s1600-h/192924.1020.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZVEEDCApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nDvNLd1ePeQ/s320/192924.1020.A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270993942178038418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Joe Black - I loved the story. Claire Forlani is very beautiful and seductive haha. She fell in love with death who's on vacation. I want the same thing that happened to Anthony Hopkins. I want to meet death and be given the opportunity to tour him around our world in exchange for life extension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZUq2R7tFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1-9ROR0vc9U/s1600-h/402px-Meet_Joe_Black-_1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZUq2R7tFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1-9ROR0vc9U/s320/402px-Meet_Joe_Black-_1998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270993508985713746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memento - I didn't enjoy this movie that much but I loved the creativity and the idea of doing the entire film in a flashback way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZUlnkd8AI/AAAAAAAAATw/eFRd8p0iEkA/s1600-h/216151.1020.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZUlnkd8AI/AAAAAAAAATw/eFRd8p0iEkA/s320/216151.1020.A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270993419137576962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser - Felt Jason Biggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZUUK7fyUI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZXm66oDs5Iw/s1600-h/233341.1020.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZUUK7fyUI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZXm66oDs5Iw/s320/233341.1020.A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270993119391762754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hoax - Great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZUFt2tDvI/AAAAAAAAATg/bzSFNc9fIiY/s1600-h/400028.1020.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZUFt2tDvI/AAAAAAAAATg/bzSFNc9fIiY/s320/400028.1020.A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270992871068864242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to write that much about the movies because I'm not in the mood to write today. This is just for the sake of posting something. Just watch those movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-4380651508345130867?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/4380651508345130867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=4380651508345130867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4380651508345130867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4380651508345130867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/11/follow-up.html' title='Follow-Up'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SSZVzeGdquI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qwNHqpcv6Nk/s72-c/american-history-x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-3303026474706532669</id><published>2008-11-16T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:59:14.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardcore</title><content type='html'>Went to Ken's birthday party last night and I got drunk. Hardcore. I blame it to the crowd because they're great. I met a lot of new friends and we chugged our fat asses off. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SR7_1ol-ubI/AAAAAAAAATY/UHJ8qqIuGwQ/s1600-h/DSC04027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SR7_1ol-ubI/AAAAAAAAATY/UHJ8qqIuGwQ/s320/DSC04027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268929910964926898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little reddish for a not-so-white person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SR729wRBFbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YWFnufKheoc/s1600-h/DSC04056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SR729wRBFbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YWFnufKheoc/s320/DSC04056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268920154858788274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Ken and her boyfriend, Doms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting smashed (a "little" bit exaggerated) and I'm disgusted to myself for losing control. For the second time, I wasn't able to drive due to the influence of alcohol. Went home at sunrise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-3303026474706532669?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/3303026474706532669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=3303026474706532669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3303026474706532669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3303026474706532669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/11/hardcore.html' title='Hardcore'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SR7_1ol-ubI/AAAAAAAAATY/UHJ8qqIuGwQ/s72-c/DSC04027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-858688388204137046</id><published>2008-10-31T10:00:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:48:12.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I watch a lot of movies and here are some I recommend you to see. Most of them are not blockbusters and some of you might not have heard of it but these are quality movies. I swear. They have great stories and there's a lot of art in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beach - I want to be in a paradise. Not just for a vacation, but to actually live in it. You know how much I want to live beside a beach. Where money is not that important, fashionable clothes don't matter, very nice people, and a very laid back lifestyle. And I loved the idea of parallel universe. Watch it and you'll get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpyOVOsnRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GJhON9eUmoA/s1600-h/beach_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpyOVOsnRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GJhON9eUmoA/s320/beach_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263144705078369554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabethtown - I loved the remembering part of Mitch Albom. I want to do a road trip and be free. I also want to have a girlfriend like Kirsten Dunst here. She's so unpredictable and full of surprises. Someone, who can meet you at 3am in the morning when you feel like you just want to. Cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpyrvtKhAI/AAAAAAAAASA/Wq521NKwOuY/s1600-h/292463.1020.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpyrvtKhAI/AAAAAAAAASA/Wq521NKwOuY/s320/292463.1020.A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145210401686530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch and Release - You know how much I'm into photography and here's a movie which has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpy85mEStI/AAAAAAAAASI/q2I6HKAZ38k/s1600-h/catchandrelease_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpy85mEStI/AAAAAAAAASI/q2I6HKAZ38k/s320/catchandrelease_posterbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145505114049234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Beautiful - I wish I can be as careless, free, exciting, rebellious, and artistic as Kirsten Dunst here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpzNM4Lf7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/B_gJxjyQ3X4/s1600-h/209837.1020.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpzNM4Lf7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/B_gJxjyQ3X4/s320/209837.1020.A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145785168199602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Manhattan - A very simple and realistic film. It pictures out a life of an ordinary boy living in Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpzhU2SAkI/AAAAAAAAASY/dcfYeB-LHn8/s1600-h/293513.1020.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpzhU2SAkI/AAAAAAAAASY/dcfYeB-LHn8/s320/293513.1020.A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263146130905104962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the Universe - The Beatles baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQp0YlAsrzI/AAAAAAAAASg/5f2r2_Yx5pI/s1600-h/402337.1020.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQp0YlAsrzI/AAAAAAAAASg/5f2r2_Yx5pI/s320/402337.1020.A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263147080136568626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the Wild - One kick-ass movie. Something that you'll definitely remember. I recommended this to all my friends after I've seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQp0nJcTTEI/AAAAAAAAASo/ou8p7RRRxL8/s1600-h/IntoTheWildMoviePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQp0nJcTTEI/AAAAAAAAASo/ou8p7RRRxL8/s320/IntoTheWildMoviePoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263147330434190402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Club - I loved the twist in  this movie. Very weird. Credits to imdb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQp05NKfS-I/AAAAAAAAASw/hjRTKz8kl_4/s1600-h/fight_club_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQp05NKfS-I/AAAAAAAAASw/hjRTKz8kl_4/s320/fight_club_ver4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263147640670866402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiem for a Dream - You'll be scared to do drugs after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQp3KDBC9wI/AAAAAAAAATA/ivLdt4dYDeM/s1600-h/requiem_for_a_dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQp3KDBC9wI/AAAAAAAAATA/ivLdt4dYDeM/s320/requiem_for_a_dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263150129027938050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of God - I ran out of things to say but this movie is really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQp2nAEbXYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PvKamOiJC8I/s1600-h/city_of_god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQp2nAEbXYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PvKamOiJC8I/s320/city_of_god.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263149526941392258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friends who recommended these movies to me! You may find the others weird or boring but it's okay. I have an uncommon taste for films, I know. Again, it's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-858688388204137046?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/858688388204137046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=858688388204137046&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/858688388204137046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/858688388204137046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SQpyOVOsnRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GJhON9eUmoA/s72-c/beach_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-3315517739973730735</id><published>2008-10-17T13:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:39:30.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is your deepest fear?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Saturday, we had a basketball  game at CSA (Colegio San Agustin). I'm teamed up with my former varsity teammates in highschool. We are the Alumni team. It's a league where all Agustinians can play together for the benefit of a good camaraderie. The other teams are the highschool and college varsity, maintenance, transportation, and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgzBN19WCI/AAAAAAAAARw/M5uxzi6ZgGs/s1600-h/asdasdas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgzBN19WCI/AAAAAAAAARw/M5uxzi6ZgGs/s320/asdasdas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258008660943919138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost by 3 points and it's a shame. We really are aging. Haha. But who cares. We haven't seen each other for a long time so we decided to hang out at our house first before going home. It was great. At first we were arguing what movie to watch but of course, we ended up watching Coach Carter again, our all-time favorite because it shows the same passion we HAD for basketball. Haha. We've already seen that movie together for like a hundred times since highschool. Ohh maan.. Just like the goood old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds cheesy but it was really great seeing them. I missed them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for the sake of going out, I'll be at Ayala Alabang later for my friend's birthday party. I'm not that hyped about it but hey, I had three sleepless nights in a row so I think I deserve a little treat for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-3315517739973730735?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/3315517739973730735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=3315517739973730735&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3315517739973730735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3315517739973730735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-your-deepest-fear.html' title='&quot;What is your deepest fear?&quot;'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgzBN19WCI/AAAAAAAAARw/M5uxzi6ZgGs/s72-c/asdasdas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8873817562371051011</id><published>2008-10-15T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:47:40.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist Wannabe</title><content type='html'>I love photography. Everybody knows how much I'm into it. Now I just can't wait for December because we will be going to Hongkong and I'll buy a Canon EOS 40d there because of price issues. It's cheaper there. Here are some of the photos I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgsdD1aAfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/A8oErIx6pqQ/s1600-h/Beware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgsdD1aAfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/A8oErIx6pqQ/s320/Beware.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258001442712191474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgsyaxZ43I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cg-LumvA0gc/s1600-h/Abandonment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgsyaxZ43I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cg-LumvA0gc/s320/Abandonment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258001809646674802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgyHCNQylI/AAAAAAAAARo/DZaZsNug8Vo/s1600-h/Shelter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgyHCNQylI/AAAAAAAAARo/DZaZsNug8Vo/s320/Shelter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258007661388024402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPguI_lUwWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/d4LtaKcRays/s1600-h/Rush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPguI_lUwWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/d4LtaKcRays/s320/Rush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258003296996868450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgtnUx5tjI/AAAAAAAAARI/jlwnXrCi1Lw/s1600-h/Two-way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgtnUx5tjI/AAAAAAAAARI/jlwnXrCi1Lw/s320/Two-way.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258002718571214386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgxInHYwVI/AAAAAAAAARY/2EtukqOXl-I/s1600-h/Harmony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgxInHYwVI/AAAAAAAAARY/2EtukqOXl-I/s320/Harmony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258006588963733842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgtACxUSLI/AAAAAAAAARA/hP8oPAcqKcM/s1600-h/Coin+Toss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgtACxUSLI/AAAAAAAAARA/hP8oPAcqKcM/s320/Coin+Toss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258002043722025138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgxl8-HJbI/AAAAAAAAARg/GWN_WTGPEvk/s1600-h/Journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgxl8-HJbI/AAAAAAAAARg/GWN_WTGPEvk/s320/Journey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258007093046617522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect more of these pictures next year. Haha. Everything is settled already. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8873817562371051011?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8873817562371051011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8873817562371051011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8873817562371051011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8873817562371051011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/10/artist-wannabe.html' title='Artist Wannabe'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SPgsdD1aAfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/A8oErIx6pqQ/s72-c/Beware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-1024743278745643473</id><published>2008-10-10T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:42:35.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*cking Handouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't slept yet. We will be having our first exam tomorrow (today) on Electronics. I'm only half-way through it and I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our professor gave us a 2-inch thick handouts on all our lessons and she didn't teach us a thing. I mean, she's present but she's giving us waayyy lot of seatworks without discussing anything. Dude, you better teach! You're being paid! BASTARD. Now I have to swallow a 200-paged sheets all by myself. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we'll be having a meeting today for those who want to join the solar car team. I 'd better consider it as one of those "screening" process. Time to make an impression baby! Haha. Wish for me to have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to drive it. (Refer to previous posts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better go now. I have to study. I just wanted to voice out my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-1024743278745643473?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/1024743278745643473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=1024743278745643473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/1024743278745643473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/1024743278745643473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/10/fcking-handouts.html' title='F*cking Handouts'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-3733224216208429693</id><published>2008-10-08T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:53:52.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Realized / Want to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was walking on my way to class yesterday when I thought of things and ideas I've never considered before. These are new to me. I felt a sudden urge for change, and try to do things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realized that I want to do a lot of traveling. I'm getting sick of here in the Philippines. I'm tired of my daily routine. A huge break would be great. I want to visit and experience the following: Japan for their techy stuffs; Gotland (in Sweden) for their architectural designs; Britain for the Stonehenge; Barcelona (Spain); Sydney(Australia);  Greece; New York; Boating with someone in Italy; Surfing in Hawaii; Watching the grand prix in Monaco; and a lot more. I would also love to be on top of the pyramids in Egypt. And if given a chance, I will live in all of those countries in every 3 years. Or maybe 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am now open to the idea of working here in my country someday but I'm only considering Lufthansa. But no, I won't work in Dubai or any Saudi-like countries. Promise me a billion a month then maybe I'll think of it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to practice discipline. Like sleep early, do my papers  and review for my exams ahead of time, eat healthy, drink only water, go to gym regularly, and go to the beach weekly haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to have a yacht. That's the first thing I'm gonna buy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not just dreaming of going to all those places I mentioned above. I will be there. Someday, someday. My first stop would be anywhere in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to have a beach house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a car racer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to do sky diving, cliff diving or bungee jumping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to have a life of a rockstar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gonna be rich.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a part-time photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll have fancy cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to do something bad. Really bad, something stupid. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should go out sometimes. I'm losing myself now. I need to work on my social life again. Screw the grades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to open my mind in new things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to love concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a geek because they are happy in their own ways and for who they are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to sleep now. Good mor-night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-3733224216208429693?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/3733224216208429693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=3733224216208429693&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3733224216208429693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3733224216208429693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-i-realized-want-to-do.html' title='Things I Realized / Want to Do'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-5423689496325690236</id><published>2008-10-05T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:14:21.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Solar Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since nobody reads my blog anymore, I'm gonna update it. Ha ha. It's been like ten years and I'm back. Well, I'm just here to make a quick update. And boast about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys heard of the World Solar Challenge held in Australia every two years? It's about a solar powered car race over 3021 km through central Australia from Darwin to Adelaide. It's like traveling from Apari to Jolo here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school, De La Salle University- Manila, created a team named SINAG to design and build a solar car to race in the WSC last year of 2007. The team included professors, students, and professionals from different fields. They represented the Philippines. I was just a freshman then. The car was named after the team, SINAG I. It was the first solar powered vehicle in the Philippines and we got very tight major sponsors like Ford Philippines, Philippine Airlines, San Miguel Corporation, and Motolite.&lt;/div&gt;&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/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjRHaBWFQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LcN3oE0P6u8/s1600-h/sinag-adelaide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjRHaBWFQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LcN3oE0P6u8/s320/sinag-adelaide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253678890501936386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SINAG crossing finish line in Adelaide, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SINAG finished the race at 11th place out of the 40 countries who joined. Or is it 12th? I dunno. Not bad for our first time right? Anyways, next year, October 2009, we will be given again the privilege of making the 2nd solar car in the Philippines. We got almost a year to prepare but it takes more than 12 months to create a well-designed car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled-up the registration form and checked steering system, suspension system and brakes in the fields-you-know-the-most part, because for sure, it'll be almost as much as the same in the sedan cars and I'm very well familiar of it. But the thing is, I want to drive the SINAG II. I didn't check it because I thought the lighter you are, the better. And I'm HEAVY. But then our professor said that the ideal weight of the driver is 80 kilos which opened a  big window for me. And I'm 76 kilos. So I'd better pig up again. Time to gain 4 k's! I guess I'll forget about diet for a while so you'd better not mess up with my food or else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjfGqQk2cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HAWn2hN8nPk/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjfGqQk2cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HAWn2hN8nPk/s320/610x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253694270843705794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all the students who signed-up will be able to join. We will undergo heavy screening. So pray for me, please. :D My odds are good though. Last year, almost 80% of the team were mechanical engineering students. I'm so glad I chose that course. Ha ha. But anyway, in our batch, I'm the one who has the weight closest to 80. So it's a plus factor for me. But if I'm not gonna be the driver, being part of the mechanical team would not be so bad since I've always had pleasure of doing those kind of stuffs. I mean, fixing cars, getting dirty, learning new things and stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I'm the one. Ha ha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baduy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino represent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *Just check the net for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-5423689496325690236?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/5423689496325690236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=5423689496325690236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5423689496325690236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5423689496325690236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-solar-challenge.html' title='World Solar Challenge'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjRHaBWFQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LcN3oE0P6u8/s72-c/sinag-adelaide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-6001081323592047821</id><published>2008-05-27T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:40.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapeutic Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: This is a repost. I just love this entry. And my last post was way back last march, it's nearing June already. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive. I always drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Driving really helps me. When I want to ponder on things, I drive. When I'm sad, I drive! When I'm pissed, I drive! When I'm bored, I drive! Therefore, I drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so much for the driving thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving pacifies me. I usually drive unaided when I have zilch to do, permitting my hands steer the helm where ever it wants to. I usually head for Tagaytay during my therapy session (driving session). I don't know why but the road to Tagaytay calms me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R20GOOymo6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6-3ieudhBFQ/s1600-h/wakokok+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R20GOOymo6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6-3ieudhBFQ/s320/wakokok+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146776790712624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm good to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually do these sessions at night. Radio must be turned off, windows must be open, and I must not be wearing a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's usually a long, quiet drive at night. It gives you time to reflect on things. The silence makes you feel dominant on the world swiveling around you, giving you power to manipulate things. I don't know what's with the sound of the engine but in some way, it is tranquil. Hearing it composes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind passing through me makes me feel so real, so human. How I wish I could travel with them. I mean, fly with them. They can go wherever they want. I want to be free, setting no boundaries, being uncontrolled and liberated; just like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get there, I think on stuffs. I stay there for a while to this little site deck where you can park your car, and gaze over the world you're living in, staring at how the lights ignite the city with passion, called beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm done, I go home with this smile, ready to face the big playground battle again named &lt;b&gt;"LIFE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You guys should try it. Driving really gives peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-6001081323592047821?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/6001081323592047821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=6001081323592047821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6001081323592047821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6001081323592047821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/05/therapeutic-driving.html' title='Therapeutic Driving'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R20GOOymo6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6-3ieudhBFQ/s72-c/wakokok+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-160703547451735470</id><published>2008-03-19T18:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:40.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Present Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you guys are going to ask me what pisses mo off the most, well it’s gonna be traffic. Seriously, it is one of the major crises here in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that needs to be looked on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Don’t you just hate it when you’re jammed on traffic? Especially when you have something important to attend to and you prepared early just for you not to be late and then boom! There’s traffic! You’re stuck there for hours. All you can see now are bickering red lights, wailing horns, and people who do a lot of sighs just to release their frustration. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R-Dn2l__EcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/D3r7EILuJ3o/s1600-h/06+-+More+traffic+jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R-Dn2l__EcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/D3r7EILuJ3o/s320/06+-+More+traffic+jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179394496575508930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes I accuse all of these on those idiot bus and jeepney drivers who think that they are the kings of the road. I’m sorry but that’s what I really feel. I don’t even think that they can read. There are a lot of signs of dos and don’ts but they’re just disregarding them all. But I guess we can’t blame them. It’s they’re job and they just want to earn money. But still, they don’t do it the right way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In general…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m really sorry but I think the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; suck more and more these days. It’s hopeless. How can we grow if our own leaders are the one who stops our progress? How can you fix corruption if we, the public, continue to pay the taxes that just go on to their personal pockets? They are betraying our trust for their private gain but still, they are there. They are in position.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R-Dox1__EdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/G_ytEukImA0/s1600-h/_MG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R-Dox1__EdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/G_ytEukImA0/s200/_MG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179395514482758098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A lot of you are maybe thinking that we should start the change to ourselves but do you actually think it will help? Well, yeah, maybe, but how long will it take to be there? Considering the fact that there are a lot of people out there desperate for survival in this human race that could actually make harm. Can we stop greed and be contented in needs?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There will always be levels between us, the upper and the lower levels. Because if there were none, everything would be no sense at all. There will be no efforts, competition, and self-fulfillment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I want to leave &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The chance of getting rich here is very scarce even if you’re from a good school. May God send me somewhere else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How about Mars?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photos from google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-160703547451735470?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/160703547451735470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=160703547451735470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/160703547451735470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/160703547451735470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/03/past-present-future.html' title='Past Present Future'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R-Dn2l__EcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/D3r7EILuJ3o/s72-c/06+-+More+traffic+jam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-2339489285948434992</id><published>2008-03-18T11:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:40.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Getting Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eight years ago, I always look forward to being legal, getting eighteen. So that I could get the respect as an individual and the freedom I want outside the bulwark of my parents. And now I’m here. I’m eighteen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Time passed by really fast. It’s just like yesterday when my mom brought me with her to the ladies room just to pee and now as a man, I can pee on sidewalks. Things seem to be different from what I have thought. It’s not as exciting as I have imagined. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Gaining years means winning responsibilities and I’m just sad that I’m not having fun while I grow up. I’m happy, okay? It’s just this feeling of lonesome. I guess you know what I mean. I am in this quest of something that I don’t know when it will happen. I mean, these are supposed to be the years that I should remember twenty years from now but what’s happening is that I’m always looking forward to tomorrow hoping that something’s going to happen that would change a tad in my days but I’m unconsciously disregarding the simplest things happening to me right now that could actually make a change. Do you get what I mean?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R9-gy1__EXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/w55_EY0e9_E/s1600-h/1359404576_e122638869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R9-gy1__EXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/w55_EY0e9_E/s320/1359404576_e122638869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179034891848716658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dude, I’m nearing twenty and life ends on it. Well, at least for me. I feel sorry because of the time being wasted. I just want to have someone whom I can walk with and introduce to my friends during our night outs and get-togethers. Do you think I can still have this life after twenty? I guess not. I’ll be an engineer who has a night and day shifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I just want to have stories about my teenage years that I can pass on to children someday; stuffs that are not about studies or any other boring things; stuffs that I enjoyed and they would enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, as for now, I’m having fun driving long roads by myself while listening to my favorite songs; dancing wildly alone kicking my feet and swirling my right hand liberally in a middle of nowhere; talking to myself in the mirror practicing the way I speak; and counting my brush strokes. Yeah, I admit it. I count the strokes I do every time I brush my teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There you go, there’s the psycho side in me. But I tell you what, it’s definitely not gonna be fun, years from now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo from google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-2339489285948434992?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/2339489285948434992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=2339489285948434992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/2339489285948434992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/2339489285948434992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-getting-old.html' title='I&apos;m Getting Old'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R9-gy1__EXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/w55_EY0e9_E/s72-c/1359404576_e122638869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-4110190459374407442</id><published>2008-03-16T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:40.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TREDTWO Reaction Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poverty existed before and until now. It is defined as the state of being poor; lack of the means of providing material needs or comforts. With billions of people living on just dollars a day around the world, global poverty remains one of the greatest challenges and tragedies the international community faces.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Through my TREDTWO course, together with COSCA, I was given an opportunity to visit the area of the ill-fated ones in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pasay&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We were assigned to Bukas Palad Foundation and we decided to go feeding to the kids.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When we got there, the first thing I noticed was their environment. I saw people sleeping on sidewalks, the malnourished children can be seen begging, whopping guys living by alms, and other poor people living by technical jobs that do not need higher education to be qualified. Maybe it is because they lacked access to education before due to poverty too.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It just felt great being able to reach out once in a while to the less fortunate ones.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was so touched by the kids. I love them. They’re very warm. Having been able to see them happy, it’s priceless. Seeing their silly, pure, and innocent smiles is ecstatic. I just feel sorry for them not being able to have what regular kids should have; having failure to do what kids must do which is to have fun; and for not living the life I have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R9_SpF__EbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pypmKv6PV1s/s1600-h/china_poverty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R9_SpF__EbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pypmKv6PV1s/s320/china_poverty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179089699926380978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wish I could do it more. I want to touch their lives too as they have touched mine. Somehow, I want to hone their chaste and uncorrupted minds. I can see a lot of potential in them being successful, only if they’ll be given an opportunity which is, right now, is very scarce. There was this kid, he called himself “siga” and surprisingly, his friends kept on following him. I believe he can actually be a good leader, if only his eyes and mind will be opened to reality and be influenced by zero-evilness.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I really believe that government should act NOW. And I’m referring to EACH and EVERY ONE of us. Poverty is really cultivating its roots to our land and we should amputate it right away. It’ll be just harder for us to make action LATER. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Blameless and innocent lives are at stake. We can do it, only if we’re ONE. Let’s say goodbye to poverty as we say hello to prosperity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Photo from google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-4110190459374407442?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/4110190459374407442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=4110190459374407442&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4110190459374407442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4110190459374407442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/03/tredtwo-reaction-paper.html' title='TREDTWO Reaction Paper'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R9_SpF__EbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pypmKv6PV1s/s72-c/china_poverty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-4846729745434840783</id><published>2008-02-16T11:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:42.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach-y Valentines</title><content type='html'>I thought my valentines is going to be a torture day for me. But it's NOT. Well, in a way, yes, seeing boys making their own "gimmicks" for their girl, but it's actually the best valentines ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My February 14 was just a plain, ordinary school day but it was the 15th when I had a blast! I just went home after school at S.A.Day (Single Awareness Day according to someone) and then I just played basketball outside. WOW. How romantic can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 15 came. Tu-duh! I'm ready to hit the beach! I woke up at 5am, I prepared my things and then my dad drived me to our meeting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this beautiful beach in Batangas. I'm not sure where the place is but it's a 4-hr drive from Manila. It's really a beautiful place. We're the only group of people there, white sand, good sun, clear sky, stunning landscaping, and a nipa house. That's all we need for a good escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lTiqM3r2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/u8VY0wxGm78/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lTiqM3r2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/u8VY0wxGm78/s200/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168253902293282658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lWN6M3r4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1wF9TMUvyc8/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lWN6M3r4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1wF9TMUvyc8/s200/IMG_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168256844345880450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lW1KM3r5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/QQzzZ8UGsRc/s1600-h/IMG_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lW1KM3r5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/QQzzZ8UGsRc/s200/IMG_0938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168257518655745938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lYyqM3r6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JkGoCERGm1s/s1600-h/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lYyqM3r6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JkGoCERGm1s/s200/IMG_0681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168259674729328546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lY_qM3r7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/GeM4PWnoh-0/s1600-h/IMG_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lY_qM3r7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/GeM4PWnoh-0/s320/IMG_1699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168259898067627954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no dull moments. We played Ultimate Frisbee (my group won twice),  beach soccer, cards, we cooked our own food and guess what? This is the most fun of them all; I learned how to ride a skimboard! It's pretty addictive. Especially when you're not falling already. I got lots of bruises though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's an alcohol free vacation! I hope we could do it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sunburns! Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-4846729745434840783?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/4846729745434840783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=4846729745434840783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4846729745434840783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/4846729745434840783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/02/beach-y-valentines.html' title='Beach-y Valentines'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R7lTiqM3r2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/u8VY0wxGm78/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8185313880335854145</id><published>2008-01-19T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:12:39.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain Day</title><content type='html'>I really have nothing to say. It's just another cold morning for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to introduce you to my new song, I Could not Ask for More by Edwin McCain. There are so many events in this song for me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to sing it "BEFORE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is a video on my way to Tagaytay. I just found it on my computer. Please pause the song by edwin mccain first. The video has it sounds &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt;. Don't laugh at me PLEASE! Haha. It's funny. I guess I'm crazy on this one! I was half drunk! I'll show you my own way of killing boredom! Haha! But it's quite cool! I guess, I'm cool! Okay, Mike you need to shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfvLb-a3oaU"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfvLb-a3oaU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for this video! Enjoy! (????)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8185313880335854145?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8185313880335854145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8185313880335854145&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8185313880335854145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8185313880335854145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/01/plain-day.html' title='Plain Day'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-6823733528041993475</id><published>2008-01-08T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:42.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game of Life</title><content type='html'>Our life today is the result of the things that we have done in the past and our life tomorrow will be the upshot of what we will do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;I guess life is a do-it-yourself project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are artists in our own ways. We sketch the designs of our lives and it depends to us how picturesque our doodle can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got inspired by this story and I want to share it to all of you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An old worker was ready to give up work. He told his boss of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said "yes", but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the carpenter finished his work and the builder came to inspect the house, the contractor handed the front-door key to the carpenter. "This is your house," he said, "my gift to you." What a shock! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently. Now he had to live in the home he had built none too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Life is all about choices made, diverse paths taken, and about decisions made influenced by our emotions, conscience, rules, and culture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R4NbL-ympGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C-vS5Jz9DvI/s1600-h/outing+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153062660033913954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R4NbL-ympGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C-vS5Jz9DvI/s320/outing+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything depends to us. We build our lives in a distracted way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points we do not give the job our best effort. Then with a shock, we look at the situation we have created and find out that we are now living in the house we have built. If we had realized, we would have done it differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we cannot go back. We must move on. That's what life really is. Past is just a colorful history. Again, just a history. It's already fixed in our biography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we must do is take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build the house today and live in it tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-6823733528041993475?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/6823733528041993475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=6823733528041993475&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6823733528041993475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6823733528041993475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/01/game-of-life_7378.html' title='The Game of Life'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R4NbL-ympGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C-vS5Jz9DvI/s72-c/outing+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8083988774954268396</id><published>2008-01-02T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:43.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramount Holidays</title><content type='html'>I had the best holiday celebrations ever! I can't talk right now. I'm not in the mood. I'll just post some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our Christmas at Boni High. We had dinner, went to Starbucks after, and we just stayed there till 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tFSuymo_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Srh0yoqm3_s/s1600-h/holidays+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tFSuymo_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Srh0yoqm3_s/s200/holidays+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150786786928534514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tF3uympAI/AAAAAAAAALA/RG7NqQx3EWo/s1600-h/holidays+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tF3uympAI/AAAAAAAAALA/RG7NqQx3EWo/s200/holidays+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150787422583694338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tGUeympBI/AAAAAAAAALI/SG7YEEuLQW8/s1600-h/holidays+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tGUeympBI/AAAAAAAAALI/SG7YEEuLQW8/s200/holidays+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150787916504933394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tHZOympDI/AAAAAAAAALY/oR4nxRcCD7I/s1600-h/holidays+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tHZOympDI/AAAAAAAAALY/oR4nxRcCD7I/s200/holidays+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150789097620939826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our new year celebration, we went to Sofitel Philippine Plaza (formerly known as WestIn Philippine Plaza). We checked in there and we joined their countdown party at their pool area which is so much fun!! Damn! That place is so beautiful! Perfect for a date! Haha. Anyway, it was our first time to spend our new year celebration away from our house and without fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the coolest celebration ever! I love the place, the crowd, and the food! Imagine, free buffet food from 6pm-12nn! SWEEEEET!! Ohh, i love those lamb chops! And hey! I gained 5lbs these break! Yay for me! The party was so great! You can see a lot of dancing Americans there who were drunk. And.. uhmm.. I danced too. A little. I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tCk-ymo7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/FthPXlXbyrM/s1600-h/holidays+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tCk-ymo7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/FthPXlXbyrM/s200/holidays+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150783801926263730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tDZuymo8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/J55iZ2LSye8/s1600-h/holidays+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tDZuymo8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/J55iZ2LSye8/s200/holidays+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150784708164363202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tENOymo9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/_e0t65LWNmw/s1600-h/holidays+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tENOymo9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/_e0t65LWNmw/s200/holidays+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150785592927626194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tE0eymo-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/IGv47nzMBJ0/s1600-h/holidays+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tE0eymo-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/IGv47nzMBJ0/s200/holidays+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150786267237491682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today folks! Till next time! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8083988774954268396?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8083988774954268396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8083988774954268396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8083988774954268396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8083988774954268396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2008/01/paramount-holidays.html' title='Paramount Holidays'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R3tFSuymo_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Srh0yoqm3_s/s72-c/holidays+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-206676870259047725</id><published>2007-12-22T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:43.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapeutic Driving</title><content type='html'>I drive. I always drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Driving really helps me. When I want to ponder on things, I drive. When I'm sad, I drive! When I'm pissed, I drive! When I'm bored, I drive! Therefore, I drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so much for the driving thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving pacifies me. I usually drive unaided when I have zilch to do, permitting my hands steer the helm where ever it wants to. I usually head for Tagaytay during my therapy session (driving session). I don't know why but the road to Tagaytay calms me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R20GOOymo6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6-3ieudhBFQ/s1600-h/wakokok+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R20GOOymo6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6-3ieudhBFQ/s320/wakokok+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146776790712624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm good to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually do these sessions at night. Radio must be turned off, windows must be open, and I must not be wearing a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's usually a long, quiet drive at night. It gives you time to reflect on things. The silence makes you feel dominant on the world swiveling around you, giving you power to manipulate things. I don't know what's with the sound of the engine but in some way, it is tranquil. Hearing it composes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind passing through me makes me feel so real, so human. How I wish I could travel with them. I mean, fly with them. They can go wherever they want. I want to be free, setting no boundaries, being uncontrolled and liberated; just like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get there, I think on stuffs. I stay there for a while to this little site deck where you can park your car, and gaze over the world you're living in, staring at how the lights ignite the city with passion, called beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm done, I go home with this smile, ready to face the big playground battle again named &lt;b&gt;"LIFE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You guys should try it. Driving really gives peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-206676870259047725?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/206676870259047725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=206676870259047725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/206676870259047725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/206676870259047725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/12/therapeutic-driving_22.html' title='Therapeutic Driving'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R20GOOymo6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6-3ieudhBFQ/s72-c/wakokok+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-5652311856131564725</id><published>2007-12-20T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind Please</title><content type='html'>I’m missing my old days. Big time! Swear! I know this sucks but the Christmas spirit awakens my senses which make me remember my good, aged days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was just 10, I used to have this huge thing for autographs (a.k.a. Slam Book). I’ve always wanted to sign those because I want to know who is my crush’ crush *Yiieeee. I love showing off. I always make “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;papansin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pacute&lt;/span&gt;”. I always want to impress the people around me. That’s who I am back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn those silly days! I miss them. Very kiddo’!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2pr7eymo2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0JLG1jbm-y8/s1600-h/xmas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2pr7eymo2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0JLG1jbm-y8/s200/xmas+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146044193845977954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2psjeymo3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y7R2En36lBQ/s1600-h/xmas+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2psjeymo3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y7R2En36lBQ/s200/xmas+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146044881040745330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2psyeymo4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/_PhDSl6Yz1U/s1600-h/xmas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2psyeymo4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/_PhDSl6Yz1U/s200/xmas+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146045138738783106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2ptNeymo5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/8AcwkHdk854/s1600-h/xmas+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2ptNeymo5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/8AcwkHdk854/s200/xmas+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146045602595251090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;This ambiance in our village brings out the emo side in me. (yuck! *pukes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss playing hide and seek, getting myself bruises and scratches and going home with broken slippers on a muddled look. I miss playing with fire, running wild on the street under the rain, splashing water on my friend with the water hose on our garage, swimming on inflatable pools, bullying someone smaller than me, getting involved on a fight which started from teasing each other, and those days when power rangers and G.I. Joes are always fun to play with (I would even die for them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2nl-eymo0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/D7Mzyfgj4K0/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2nl-eymo0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/D7Mzyfgj4K0/s320/DSC00568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145896910827463490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fun =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sorry. I just miss my childhood existence. Those days when things aren't that complicated yet; when your smile is so pure, no stains of the nasty past and no strains of dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bring back innocence. I wish I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been ten months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-5652311856131564725?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/5652311856131564725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=5652311856131564725&amp;isPopup=true' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5652311856131564725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5652311856131564725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/12/rewind-please_20.html' title='Rewind Please'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R2pr7eymo2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0JLG1jbm-y8/s72-c/xmas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8363338742945085644</id><published>2007-12-07T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:01:05.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me a Break</title><content type='html'>I miss blogging. But I don't have the time. Damn these final exams! It sucks everything in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging, I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8363338742945085644?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8363338742945085644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8363338742945085644&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8363338742945085644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8363338742945085644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/12/give-me-break.html' title='Give Me a Break'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-1423253048586997884</id><published>2007-11-21T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:45.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood: Happy</title><content type='html'>Okay, since I feel good these days, I changed my background music from a super depressing song to a relaxing one. I know you’ll like it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Passing on the positive chi in me. Hooray hooray!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why am I happy? Well, I don't know. It's just that I don't feel lonely, I don't feel sad, and I don't feel abandoned either. I have my friends. Thanks to them. They are filling the part of me missing. Aww. Okay, stop it! I'm being mushy &lt;i&gt;na&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really having fun going out these days, expanding my connection, meeting new friends, and getting drunk with them. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0On4xYDpPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/h5qr_us-kec/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0On4xYDpPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/h5qr_us-kec/s320/aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135132593901249778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;My old buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And oh, by the way, I want you to meet my new hobby, "Photography". I love the art of taking pictures. Pictures, which portrays stories. There's so much beauty in it. And I love it. I'm still borrowing cameras though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my amateur-ish pics taken at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mindoro&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Don't criticize it. The lighting and the structure sucks, I know. But I have good subjects though (*smug). It's not that good compared to Ansel Adam's work but I can work on that.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0OoRRYDpQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/v7t6ixIwpkQ/s1600-h/mikezoto+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0OoRRYDpQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/v7t6ixIwpkQ/s200/mikezoto+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135133014808044802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0OochYDpRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uG55bF8SIM8/s1600-h/mikezoto+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0OochYDpRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uG55bF8SIM8/s200/mikezoto+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135133208081573138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0OoyBYDpTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6MRiFxyOuTA/s1600-h/mikezoto+%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0OoyBYDpTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6MRiFxyOuTA/s200/mikezoto+%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135133577448760626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0Oo7hYDpUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WAQwia8qq20/s1600-h/mikezoto+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0Oo7hYDpUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WAQwia8qq20/s200/mikezoto+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135133740657517890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking forward to buy my own SLR camera. Nikon D-40, Nikon D-80 or the Canon EOS 40D. I'm open for suggestions. But I have to take lessons first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-1423253048586997884?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/1423253048586997884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=1423253048586997884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/1423253048586997884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/1423253048586997884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-happy_8746.html' title='Mood: Happy'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0On4xYDpPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/h5qr_us-kec/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-6525426348147205682</id><published>2007-11-18T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:45.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineering Verve Vivacity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Geeks! Boring! Infantile! These are the acuities on us, astounding engineers.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ever since I was a kid, I like patching up things. I love the way how my hands get soaked with grease, I love discovering how tools are used, and discerning how stuffs are crafted. I’m also a car aficionado. I love gazing how engine maneuvers. I worship machines! Engines! Gears! Nuts! Screws! In short, I love technical things; from bits and pieces to the entire stuff.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perfect for engineering &lt;i style=""&gt;eh&lt;/i&gt;? I know.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad is a great influence to me. He’s also a Mechanical Engineer. We love arguing about stuffs. Guess who wins? Of course he does! The &lt;i style=""&gt;oldie &lt;/i&gt;ones! (&lt;i style=""&gt;*wink) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He knows far more, more, more than me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0BHYBASr4I/AAAAAAAAACI/2Yxbirp-Zcg/s1600-h/Electric+Gears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0BHYBASr4I/AAAAAAAAACI/2Yxbirp-Zcg/s200/Electric+Gears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134182053114457986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not easy though. Being an engineer requires a &lt;i style=""&gt;loooot&lt;/i&gt; of hard work. Courses aren’t simple either. You even have a lot of 3-hr., “&lt;b style=""&gt;1-unit&lt;/b&gt;” laboratory subjects, thwarting your way for a decent sched, which sucks all your positive thoughts and energy, bringing you to the pooped-shape. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are heaped with lots of quizzes, paper works, machine problems, etc. And if you do nothing, you’ll end up staying at college for a century.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, take action! Even though you loathe doing such things; that’s life! Those who make it to euphoria are the ones who do stuffs they abhor. Those who settle for mediocrity are the imprudent ones! Strive for supremacy!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, let’s look at the brighter side. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“All work, no play, makes a person dull”. We apply this for us, engineers. We have these fun nights, the so-called “&lt;b style=""&gt;Sausage Party&lt;/b&gt;”, poker nights, drinking and billiard sessions, and the &lt;i style=""&gt;KTV&lt;/i&gt; nights which are soo much fun. Now who’s boring?!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are also into sports like basketball and soccer. We don’t fail to get updates on the latest buzz on the sport. We also love playing the game. We also see to it that we are always in shape. How?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gym, my friend. Who’s a geek then?!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Engineering is fun. Depending on how you deal with it. You should take it lightly and as a challenge. Don’t you think it’s exciting to deal with numbers and have formulas of your own? What I love about it is that this doesn’t only involve memorizations like the other colleges do. Engineering also involves analyzation and critical thinking which enhances your mental capabilities.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So hold your heads up engineers and stand proud! Because it’s cool to be smart!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-6525426348147205682?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/6525426348147205682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=6525426348147205682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6525426348147205682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6525426348147205682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/11/engineering-verve-vivacity.html' title='Engineering Verve Vivacity'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/R0BHYBASr4I/AAAAAAAAACI/2Yxbirp-Zcg/s72-c/Electric+Gears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-5537474035806116717</id><published>2007-11-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:38:33.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Entry</title><content type='html'>I'm more positive now. I don't know why. Everything seems to be smooth and in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, remember what I told you last time? That I won't go out on Saturday nights for some time? Well, I lied. Saturday nights are made for fun, not for imprisonment with books. I can still study on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a-waste-of-time entry. I just want to share how positive I am these days. I'm sorry. Don't read this. But you got this far. Well, congratulations to me. I guess you like it. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-5537474035806116717?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/5537474035806116717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=5537474035806116717&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5537474035806116717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/5537474035806116717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-entry.html' title='Random Entry'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-3219206041514728463</id><published>2007-11-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:33:30.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>What the hell am I doing? What's happening? This is not the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing my focus. I'm throwing up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the result on my METHONE (Mechanical Engineering Thermodynamics) quiz1 last Tuesday. Ask me how I did? I suck dude! I got 18/100. I don't know why. I really studied hard. I slept at around 3am. I really don't know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear of failing. There should be no room for flasco. I want to be one of the "Last Men Standing" on M.E. And to keep you updated, the remaining regulars are almost 20% of our original number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have three exams on that course and I already wasted one. For sure I'll have a hard time reaching for the passing mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't quit. Never. I'll pass it. Swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I hate being pressured. I really have standards to follow. Now, i can't enjoy my weekends. I'm such a looser for studying on Saturday nights. But I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to end this term. It's really hell. I don't know where to start. God, help me. PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunog kilay&lt;/span&gt;" mode ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-3219206041514728463?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/3219206041514728463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=3219206041514728463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3219206041514728463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3219206041514728463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-7214462331273852933</id><published>2007-10-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:45.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BER Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's BER months again. It's getting colder and colder. And it's slaughtering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'll be spending my "BER" months alone. Meaning, not having someone. And it's sad. Really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you still recall your December sitting with someone over a scenic place, sharing blankets while sharing a cup of hot drink; with matching cold weather and serene atmosphere? I know, it's perfectly romantic. Well, I've done it and I miss it. But now, its more of a cloud-cuckoo-land for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Rx8r3fCcv-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BN4I1pkoABE/s1600-h/Couple+Walking+in+the+Dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Rx8r3fCcv-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BN4I1pkoABE/s320/Couple+Walking+in+the+Dark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124863133195485154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just want to share this beautiful picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I just miss being with someone. Or should I say, "I want someone?". The warmth, the security, and it's euphoric effect on me. I miss it. I really do! Specially because it's BER months. The weather impulsively forces you to look for affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't imagine how sad and how imperfect my Christmas would be. Even if I have my family, something is still missing. I used to love these months before but it turns out to be my most "not" awaited era. It's really hard for me. It's torture. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm thinking of having an amnesia. It's only my way out. To forget everything. For a new start. To condone all the grief and agony I've lived through. Sometimes I want to be a kid once more because I envy them. They take the world so light. They're so careless and clumsy about everything. They can deal easily with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And sometimes, I want to be just a mundane chap who have never encountered the blissful upshot of ardor before. Because it's the root of all my sufferings. If I have never experienced it, then I would not desperately stalk for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I'm just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the song fits huh?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-7214462331273852933?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/7214462331273852933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=7214462331273852933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7214462331273852933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/7214462331273852933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/10/ber-months_9180.html' title='BER Months'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Rx8r3fCcv-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BN4I1pkoABE/s72-c/Couple+Walking+in+the+Dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-2762195830842019843</id><published>2007-10-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:43:44.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback Time!</title><content type='html'>I'll be writing five new entries in one week soon! Promise! Its already lined up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm such a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelingero&lt;/span&gt;". I know you are not interested &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;. I noticed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi &lt;/span&gt;my blog is getting boring and boring. That's why I want new posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-2762195830842019843?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/2762195830842019843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=2762195830842019843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/2762195830842019843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/2762195830842019843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/10/payback-time.html' title='Payback Time!'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-339763016241302050</id><published>2007-10-12T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:45.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Dreams</title><content type='html'>Have you ever fancied of being famous? Well, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream of being a famous basketball player. It was my childhood dream. I love watching basketball games and picturing myself on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm there? What would it be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the victory party of DLSU Green Archers yesterday for their triumphant season in the UAAP. It was so fun. Free food and drinks plus live bands. The players had a parade, showing off their might as a victor, as if they're heroes. I'm sorry but for me they're not. Its a sport. They just won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just jealous. It was my frustration. The more I watch their games, the more I envy them. I wonder how is it like being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"college"&lt;/span&gt; varsity player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a varsity player way back in high school. Damn! I miss being one! You've got the fame plus you have the privilege of playing such wonderful sport you love which is basketball. You're like a school celebrity. Everyone's looking up to you. And the team, the brotherhood, its just SOLID. We're like untouchables. WE are BROTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Rw8DxPCcv8I/AAAAAAAAABo/Vkxc1UYDln0/s1600-h/basketballtrek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Rw8DxPCcv8I/AAAAAAAAABo/Vkxc1UYDln0/s200/basketballtrek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120315445728821186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dazzling lights, roaring crowds, and the roasting heat of the game. I miss them. I miss  the phenomenon of playing on the hard court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm a college student. An engineering boy who is stocked up with stupid numbers and is heaped with a lot of things that MUST be done. And I'm just sitting in the bleachers, eating hotdogs clapping for every basket our team made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I am the one they're shouting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want fame, I just want to play ball. I still have the heart. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-339763016241302050?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/339763016241302050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=339763016241302050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/339763016241302050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/339763016241302050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/10/shattered-dreams.html' title='Shattered Dreams'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/Rw8DxPCcv8I/AAAAAAAAABo/Vkxc1UYDln0/s72-c/basketballtrek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8928264880891081442</id><published>2007-10-10T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:06:57.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incarcerated at the Hospital</title><content type='html'>Hello World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, I woke up at around 3am. My stomach is aching like hell (It was really painful! Swear!). I don't know why. My parents weren't there either. I called them. They told me to loll down in bed and wait for them. They rushed here at the house and I vomited while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was appendicitis at their conclusion and I was confined then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't allowed to eat the whole day for more accurate results on their examinations. The only thing that stuffs me was the dextrose! I didn't feel a hint of hunger. Should I be grateful of it? I guess not. I lost 5lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses and the doctors are coming in and out of your room asking some questions on how you feel. As if they really care?! Its their "JOB".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate settling at the hospital! Time travels so slow as if you're staying there for a year! It was really boring! Thanks to the book my friend lend me. Somehow, it bailed me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday came and I was really nervous. I hate surgeries even if its just a minor one. Its the time when we'll decide whether my appendix will have to be removed or not. Good thing it doesn't throb that much anymore. They opted for medications and we'll see if it'll respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be thankful somehow even if i missed my MECHONE and PHYENG2 exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-8928264880891081442?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8928264880891081442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8928264880891081442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8928264880891081442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8928264880891081442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/10/incarcerated-at-hospital.html' title='Incarcerated at the Hospital'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-3873041786151064338</id><published>2007-10-06T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:40:20.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blues Morning</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I'm feeling right now. It's a bad morning for me. Cold weather + alone in our house + mawkish musics on my playlist = state of deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Sober by Kelly Clarkson. Its really a depressing song. I don't know why I'm still listening to it even if it makes me more miserable. That's how ironic I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being pessimistic again. I'm sorry if I'm bringing out to you negative vibes instead of positive ones. I can't help it. There is this feeling of emptiness in me. I'm just writing these things because I want to release it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get anything I want. Am I a loser?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My friend even told me that I'm missing half of my college life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw kasi &lt;/span&gt;I wasn't able to watch any UAAP games live in action (Blame those long, crowded lines on the ticket booth). That's how boring I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I'm DEFINITELY not a loser. I’m just far away from seventh heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;*I'll just go the gym today to release my bombs away. Wish me.. Good luck i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-3873041786151064338?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/3873041786151064338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=3873041786151064338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3873041786151064338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/3873041786151064338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/10/blues-morning.html' title='The Blues Morning'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-826960925815877863</id><published>2007-10-05T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:40:52.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambahan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ambahan is closely akin to a poem. It follows certain rules. It should be monosyllabic, it should confine seven syllables per line, the words preferred should rhyme with one another, and the poem should be in metaphoric form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During our HUMALIT class yesterday, we are asked to group ourselves and construct an &lt;i&gt;ambahan.&lt;/i&gt; It was really fun! At first, we are not really serious about it. We're just bumming around and having a parley until my friend, Dragan, did the first step. He came up with the words marijuana and iguana. We laughed! Then he resumed extracting words such as &lt;i&gt;pajama and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;hoola-hoola&lt;/i&gt;; Until we came up to this eloquent work. Is it? hmmm..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;                                                                            Marijuana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;                                                                What a plant, marijuana&lt;br /&gt;                                                             It stings like an iguana&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Makes you jump on pajama&lt;br /&gt;                                                       While you dance &lt;i&gt;hoola-hoola&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Then you look for your &lt;i&gt;momma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Cause you're down on your &lt;i&gt;kama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Now you're lookin' for &lt;i&gt;"doctah"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         To cure your mental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;holla"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Now you just want banana&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Cause you're scared of your &lt;i&gt;papa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Now you're not on your drama&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Just like Annabelle Rama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am the one who's allocated to read it in front of the class. I was nervous then, we were the last group to read it, but I should not waste the opportunity of reading such masterpiece of ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I delivered it with passion (in a hilarious way)! With matching facial expressions and funny gestures. I can't be serious delivering it. Its really for humor purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The whole BORING class ended up with amusement and big grins on their faces. Thanks to the creative and artistic thinking of Draggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;*Well, I'm sorry for writing such drivel blogs. I hope I'll be writing more substantial blogs next time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sense at least.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-826960925815877863?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/826960925815877863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=826960925815877863&amp;isPopup=true' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/826960925815877863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/826960925815877863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/10/ambahan.html' title='Ambahan'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-6379353461816757267</id><published>2007-10-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:03:46.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Starting to Change</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't really have much to impart right now. I just want to express how happy I am for my change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days, there is an odd alteration on my routine. I'm so aware of myself being more antagonistic and less sociable these days. Well, not in a way that I look like an alien-with-no-friends-and-emo-shit, but its just that I'm starting to feel better when I'm alone and doing some stuffs. I guess I'm just happy spending more time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I went to the library even if my friends are having their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kwentuhan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tambay &lt;/span&gt;sessions at our usual place because its a 3-hr break for us. Imagine that? LIBRARY --- a forbidden place for me before. I don't even know how to use my library card.  So stupid! I know! Anyway,  moving on, I did my reassessment on that day's lesson on our PHYENG2 class because I thought it will be our exam today. I don't have much time to study &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi.&lt;/span&gt; Thank God it was moved next week. You guys should try it. It was really a suitable place to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making any sense? Well, I hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to appreciate my privilege as a student and I'm starting to act as one! And I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/RwOuT_Ccv5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/XGYMz8cOSVo/s1600-h/notes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/RwOuT_Ccv5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/XGYMz8cOSVo/s320/notes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117125259985469330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm being more responsible now. I'm starting to use a planner and a post-it paper on my notebook. And most of all, I'm starting to love reading and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated reading before but its more of a relaxation for me now. Its an anti-stress elucidation. Try it! It really helps. Thanks to Carlo and Celine who influenced me a lot in reading. Gah! I love those couple! They are the ones who advocates me on what books to read. They even lend me one! Hail to the bookworm couple! haha! Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write baloney papers way back in my high school days and last year. But these past few days are different. I am inspired to write and I don't know why. I'm not saying I have "someone" who inspires me but its just really is; I want to write.  It's some sort of a release. I even volunteered to Eron, my blockmate, to write an article on our org paper, MES (Mechanical Engineering Society). Thanks to him for giving me an opportunity. I have a month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;daw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for my amendment and I'm a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-6379353461816757267?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/6379353461816757267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=6379353461816757267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6379353461816757267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/6379353461816757267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-starting-to-change.html' title='I&apos;m Starting to Change'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/RwOuT_Ccv5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/XGYMz8cOSVo/s72-c/notes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-2343050618429984821</id><published>2007-10-03T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:42:51.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exasperated on Regrets</title><content type='html'>Regrets. It always hunts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was awaken by a bad dream. It was something about me and someone from the past being together again. "Together!", I mean together in terms of a boy-girl relationship. I won't elaborate much on the details but I was so happy then. I thought it was true. Suddenly, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the real world again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All of a sudden, memories flashed back in my head! And I hate it! I really do! Even if I wanted to stop, new things would pop out on my mind!! I hate myself for reminiscing certain chapters of my life  which makes me deem that it's over! We are walking on our different paths now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought its over for me. When will it stop? I'm getting tired of this feeling of desertment and regrets. I am being enervated by this sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have a life!! I mean, I have a life but I want a new one! I'm not saying that I'm not happy on my existence, its just that I want a change. Yes, I have a lot of friends whom I can call when I am down the deepest; but for me, I think there's still something missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who can make my heart beat the fastest. Someone who can give me this feeling of ecstasy.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I sound corny? &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, you can't blame me for being one. My heart was broken. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of looking and waiting. That's all. I just want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song echoes on my head.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Where is this beautiful girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Who is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Who is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Who's gonna take me so high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Where is this beautiful girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Who is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Who is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Who's gonna take me so high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Where are you by J. Roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3984222906231225772-2343050618429984821?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/2343050618429984821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=2343050618429984821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/2343050618429984821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/2343050618429984821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/10/exasperated-on-regrets.html' title='Exasperated on Regrets'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3984222906231225772.post-8069934071840932754</id><published>2007-10-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:57:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue and Green Rivalry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; line-height: 200%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;An article I wrote during the hub of the UAAP season during my most tedious moments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; line-height: 200%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;    ---&gt; It's not updated though.. Its already green and red on the finals.. I just found it on my                  computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DLSU Green Archers VS ADMU Blue Eagles&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Both De La Salle University (DLSU) and Ateneo de Manila University (ADMU) are excellent in terms of their quality education. They make it to the point to involve their students not only in academic purposes but also in co-curricular activities like sports. The rivalry between DLSU green archers and ADMU blue eagles has been present since the past few years because of its many similarities. However, the Green Archers and the Blue Eagles differ in some aspects.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DLSU Green Archers is different from Ateneo Blue Eagles on how they treat basketball and on how they play the game they love. When it comes to players, Archers are much smaller than those with the eagles. But they take this as their advantage by running and gunning the court through their fast break offense and by penetrating hard to the basket. The players of the archers are mostly veteran players because of the experience they have through their past basketball games especially in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Athletics   Association&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; of the Philippines (UAAP) games. More so, Archers has the best guards who ever played for this UAAP season 70’. They could easily trade-in baskets with through their outside shooting who leads by their captain ball, TY Tang. But even though Archers is a great team, they have some weak points to get through. Sometimes they are very eager to win which leads them to cheat other. They tend to do all things just to win basketball games, even knowing they cross some boundary lines. Lastly, Archers is really one of the great teams who ever played in UAAP history, because they could work on the play of game despite of pressures.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ADMU Blue Eagles has its own style of playing the game they love from the Archers. Knowing the archers is their rival team, they take it as a challenge to come up with a big win every game. In terms of their players, Eagles are much taller than those of the archers. But they take it also as their strength by dominating the paint and crashing the boards with their own will and desire. Furthermore, they are specialized with their inside scoring and lots of post-up plays with Ferdinand Arao who can kick out the ball to their main man, Chris Tiu who can knock down 3’s from anywhere. Eagles is also known by being one of the best half court set-up plays during this season. They rotate the ball well and patiently looking for the open man to come up with a good shot. Even they lose basketball games, they didn’t manage to cheat from the other team. They treat basketball fairly and honest enough to play on as a true athlete. Lastly, Eagles is a great team in UAAP but they also have some weaknesses to work on, they could not handle and manage their time to relax and concentrate during pressured moments and crucial games.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;            Blue Eagles and Green Archers have several differences through many factors. But being the best known rivalry among UAAP history, they also have some similarities. In addition to that, as we all know both Archers and Eagles comes from two of the prestigious institutions here in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Both team also has two of the best, respected and experienced coaches in a college basketball, namely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Norman&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Black for the Blue Eagles and Frans Pumaren for the Green Archers. With the help of their leadership and determination, it is not impossible for their players to get into the Philippine Basketball Association (PBA). Even there is a rivalry between these two teams, friendship and camaraderie will always take place and sportsmanship comes every game for each and every one. They will accept whoever the winner or loser is, as a true man and as a role model to each of the avid basketball players out there.&lt;/span&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/3984222906231225772-8069934071840932754?l=michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/feeds/8069934071840932754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3984222906231225772&amp;postID=8069934071840932754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8069934071840932754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3984222906231225772/posts/default/8069934071840932754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelzotomayor.blogspot.com/2007/10/blue-and-green-rivalry.html' title='Blue and Green Rivalry'/><author><name>Michael Zotomayor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548638640650767662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQTiG0-nHMw/SOjnOXMQAqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7GdQeX06f_M/S220/751547590l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
