<?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-23898900</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:34:09.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlierific Bear</title><subtitle type='html'>loving the sweet sensation brought about by choc-choc bars. . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-116468915197492716</id><published>2006-11-27T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T04:47:48.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY pErFeCtEd oZ wOrLd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you familiar with these places, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emerald City&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Munchkin Land&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Haunted Forest&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Witches Castle&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Apple Orchard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Exactly! These are the fictional places from the famous fantasy tale “The Wizard of Oz”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First written in 1939 by L. Frank Baum, the said story/movie has enthralled many children from different parts of the world. Having been a child, I too was fascinated by this. The underlying political and social issues and icons in the story seem to have caught my attention the most. We all know that in this tale, there are three flawed characters, tinman, scarecrow, and the cowardly lion. Along with the main character, Dorothy, they journeyed to find the remedy to their perceived imperfections/handicapping conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scarecrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This straw-stuffed creature desires to have a brain that will make him a man, capable of reason. In the book, the Scarecrow's head (which is filled with straw) was emptied, and replaced with a mixture of bran, pins and needles and straw to hold it in place. He was made to believe that he’ll be a great man for he got this “bran-new brain”. Sure, he got this “brain” but could he put it into good use, or if not, simply use it wisely/rightfully? I mean not all brainy/smart people are successful as most of them are usually minimalist(nice one Gil!). While those people whom we call unsmart/ less smart yet diligent, amazingly, yield gold for they know how to maximize the use of their limited time and resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tinman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This rusting fellow was encouraged to join the journey in hope of acquiring a heart. He argues with the scarecrow believing that brains do not make one happy for the heart does. For him, happiness is the best thing in the world, and having a heart would complete his existence. The wizard fulfilled the tinman’s desire by cutting a hole in his breast, putting a red satin heart stuffed with sawdust into it, and finally patching it with the use of a soldering iron. It’s funny how one could believe such a crazy idea; producing a heart and having someone believe that this man-made heart could make him feel the ever so wonderful feeling we call love. Let’s say we got this heart, and we got this love…but are we careful enough not to break another person’s heart? A heart is made to love, it’s true, but we should also remember that it is made to be loved. Most people have this flawed perception that love waits. Indeed, true love waits and it transcends boundaries but it also has its saturation point. We’re all humans; susceptible to stress and weariness. No matter how much we love someone, eventually we’ll grow tired of understanding and compromising, then give up. Lesson learnt? Treasure what you have before it withers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ironically, this beast appeared to be a coward. He roars at animals to scare them off but does nothing to harm them. I mean he’s just using his “being a lion” to stress power not realizing that power is not equivalent to courage. Thus, making him a powerful coward. Upon hearing about the magical land of Oz and its wonders, the lion thought of going with Dorothy and the rest to obtain courage. He believes that his life is simply unbearable without a bit of courage. To fulfill its heart’s desire, the wizard gave the lion a green drink that would give him courage. A common misconception about courage: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;courage=power + superiority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Many people are blinded by power and fame, and is delighted by the thought of being on top of another person. They believe that when some person is scared of them, it is because they’re valiant. They don’t realize that using power over the little ones is the biggest weakness one could ever have. Further, courage is not only about being physically strong, it’s also about being emotionally stable; having the guts to live dangerously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfections are part of being human. Life isn't perfect, and so are the people living it. But let's not forget that there are plenty of rooms for improvement, and that it's never too late to change. Opportunities are given to those deserving but these things only come once in our lives. Hence, letting it slip away would mean another bag of regret. You wouldn't want that, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You, my friend, are a victim of disorganized thinking. You are under the unfortunate impression that just because you run away you have no courage; you're confusing courage with wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-116468915197492716?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116468915197492716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=116468915197492716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/116468915197492716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/116468915197492716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-perfected-oz-world.html' title='mY pErFeCtEd oZ wOrLd'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-116331433328411477</id><published>2006-11-11T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:28:12.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sLiPsTrEaM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaboosh! been there, done that? a bump is never too hard to forget, huh? sure thing. scars of a lifetime and memoirs of twinges. whoosh! who could, who would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trips, slips, falls, call it whatever. the common denominator? pain. there again, this thing is so irresistible. my golly! i wish Nevermore (you know the shadow fiend?) would just go to outer space. at least there he could be invi. oh well. but you know what? my friend is not that evil after all. as every thing in this world is neutralized, and so is he. and when he is, he creates this friendly atmosphere of learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happen for a reason, do you believe that too? i do. without pain, without struggles, life would definitely be dull. as i have been telling every emo person i know, and to myself as well, life is not perfect but instead it’s beautiful. we may be in the face of hell today, but tomorrow is yet another day. thus, we should remain positive. keep the hope, my friend, it’s free. remember Newton's third law of motion? “for every action there’s an equal and opposite reaction”. indeed, the adversities we face are simply the products of our own doings. hence, the choice on reversing things up is on us. what’s important here is that we learn. it doesn’t matter if we got it the easy way or the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experience makes us better people, tough enough to resist breakage. so if you’re still feeling grumpy about how doomed or miserable your life has become, think of the things I have just said. :) and in case i'll forget them too, please remind me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-116331433328411477?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116331433328411477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=116331433328411477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/116331433328411477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/116331433328411477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/slipstream.html' title='sLiPsTrEaM'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-116286910092864382</id><published>2006-11-06T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:32:25.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bAreLy bReAtHiNg</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Now Playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;: &lt;em&gt;The City is Far From Here by Aiden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next on the Play list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still Searching by Silverstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cloud of fear, and a face without a name? Hate and pain in a twin pack sachet? Dare to live it? I bet not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person in this world desires a life of bright colors. Something like that of the rainbow. But life isn’t perfect, and it can’t be. Let’s face it. Life is beautiful; it’s sexy. It may be a little bent or even twisted but that doesn’t make a big difference. It’s still worth living. Just hang on it and it won't fail. Hope and prayers are the answer. :D (oops..add shopping to the list! the top effective and immediate remedy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing [ding! lol.] &lt;ding!&gt;&lt;ding!&gt;here is the ironically, baffling reality about life. In life, people wish for things they can’t have. Yet, often, what they get is what they don’t need. They do what’s forbidden, and regret every single slip taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can't get any harder. It's already 98% knotty and 2% ecstatic. These figures can vary from time to time but more often than not, it's like that. c: There, too much pressure can cause heart attack, so keep things light. Drink San Mig Light! weh?! corny. So what are you waiting for? Kick that emotional tension off your way, and shake that booty. Throw a party! A little alcohol won't hurt. It could, in fact, restore hormonal balance. Got that from the expert! wahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Song on the List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If All Else Fails by Matchbook Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-116286910092864382?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116286910092864382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=116286910092864382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/116286910092864382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/116286910092864382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/barely-breathing.html' title='bAreLy bReAtHiNg'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115867101050326190</id><published>2006-09-19T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:51:30.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tUrMoiL: a cRiTiCiSm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;government should work for its citizens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its primary responsibility is to ensure the welfare of its constituents. Any affair a government would be involved in would have an effect on the people they govern. Thus, a government should be capable and credible in managing the intricacies of governance like providing security and livelihood. As such, a government who can wield their authority and power effectively is assured of unwavering support from the people they serve. The people would manifest love for their life, their countrymen, and their government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the Philippines now, go out and ask a person on the streets what they value most and they would probably answer that they want a good life for their families. BY this, they mean a stable life (which could be translated into having three-meals daily at the very least), and a future for their children. With the present state of governance in the country, a layman would ask and desire only things for his own and never about the government. Though there are still who believe in the strength of the government to rule things in the country , many have given faith on their own ways instead of on the government meeting their needs. Needless to say, the government has taken care of (petty) squabbles instead of prioritizing its constituents' concerns which has led to a serious power struggle for a few, and political apathy and frustration for many. But more than it being a cause of low political effficacy, the present political situation is a result of years, even decades, of jostling for position of different groups and individuals in the government to protect and advance nothing but only political interests. All under the cloak of nationality and service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly would say, in a tone fearful and hopeful, overwhelmingly confident, yet suspect, perhaps really confused, that they are fortunate to have experienced this turmoil while they are already old. At least, they say, their years are numbered so they would only just sufffer for a short time. But they ask, what about the children? What about those of still simple mind and heart? The young ones who would probably live at least 50 more years (oh yes, i hope!)? How would they face the present volatile socio-political environment the Philippines has for them? They are without a sturdy foundation to live. No livelihood and worse no education. The most essential thing that the government could have given them is instead neglected. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Their future is written not on paper, not on something permanent, not on something accepted in legal transactions, but on old and tattered plywood, rusty g.i. sheets and scrap; the very things that make up their present homes, just like their future, are flimsy and scrawny. One strong wind and their lives would end up in shambles&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;They write with rocks, cement as canvass, everything can easily be erased, can easily be forgotten. A future built on these will easily wilt away, all because their leaders are engrossed in bringing down political adversaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a product of awareness; c'mon people let's all watch the news, and be involved!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-115867101050326190?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115867101050326190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115867101050326190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115867101050326190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115867101050326190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/turmoil-criticism.html' title='tUrMoiL: a cRiTiCiSm'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115858838087919064</id><published>2006-09-18T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:59:12.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe, oH LiFe! :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life on Earth is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;temporary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…Things come and go… Things change. Life can be easy yet it could also be extremely difficult to live. Indeed! All of us agree with this, I suppose. But what could life be beyond these four letters? A lot of truths about life have already been written but as for me, LIFE=PLAY. By this, I mean two things. Play as a GAME, and Play as a PERFORMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; life is a game of survival. Rules are set out for us, and it’s up to us to follow or to break away. We may find the game awfully hard but that’s how it was made to be. The challenge lies in its intricacy, remember? And, and…giving up would only make us losers so better yet fight to the very end. There’s no such thing as perfect but there’s this thing we call beauty. We don’t need to see life as something infallible for it’s a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;masterpiece with a speck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. O_o Like in a real game, life has its ups and downs. You don’t always score a point, do you? And this game, I forgot to tell everyone, is a team game. We have our buddies and our foes. We cannot expect everyone to be on our side. We need to have people to battle against and to prove ourselves to. After all, life is all about living to fight and fighting to live, am I right? Hahaha! Enough of the rhymes. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PERFORMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; life is an ongoing stage play/ theatrical performance. We are directors, actors, and scriptwriters in one. What else can I say? We’re all talented individuals, huh? :D Every day that we face, is a scene that we create. We shape our own lives. We can, and we do, make things happen. But if that’s the case, why then do we sometimes tend to blame other people and the Lord above for the melancholic lives that we have? Aren’t we satisfied by the simple joys life brings to us? Poor souls! We don’t realize how God made this LIFE beautiful for us. We look for things beyond our reach that we tend to overlook the little things that make life worth living. And since the said stage play is ongoing, there’s no rewind or fast forward. We live with the present yet look at the past for learning, and at the future for vision. Great, great! *to be continued, im sleepy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-115858838087919064?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115858838087919064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115858838087919064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115858838087919064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115858838087919064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-oh-life-p.html' title='LiFe, oH LiFe! :p'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115779473173653308</id><published>2006-09-09T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:57:22.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mAn aNd aRt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2959/2471/1600/vitruvian_man.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2959/2471/200/vitruvian_man.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Renaissance era was a great shift in the way people viewed art. Everything people know about art, the reason why they do it, their approach, changed dramatically at the birth of this age. Art was revolutionized. At the onset, the change, as with the other new ideas introduced, was met with either hostility, for the Renaissance was not only a change in art but in science and philosophy as well. Traditional viewpoints, belief systems, were challenged, put into question, and eventually disregarded. The change was significant since it claimed that the focal point of art and science was man, not God. It's number one proponent, Leonardo Da Vinci, the Renaissance man himself proved himself "correct" by making advances in art, philosophy, and science and technology. All in all, he defined not only science, but also most importantly art and philosophy. Since art cannot be separated from philosophy, he didn't only contribute to the advancement of then unacceptable views, but altered the conventional at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could have a completely opposite view of this, but since the shift of ideas focused on man, whether a particular stance is right or wrong, only the individual can judge. Therefore, he is the center of his own views. And in this scenario, man himself is the definition of art. Art is man. His values, his hurts, his pains, joys, experiences, and thoughts are of utmost importance. Unlike traditional values wherein God or the divine is the one who defines art (and philosophy), man now is at the very core of art. He is one with art. Without him, art will not exist. The Vitruvian man, though a sketch made by Da Vinci for his scientific studies, is a perfect embodiment of how art could be defined. Man is at the center of the universe, of the affairs of this world. Moreover, art is not an extension of man. But instead, art could be his very heart, his mind, his soul. It could even be his hands, because he could do great things with it; his feet for he could travel, even transcend beyond great boundaries. Art could also be his voice, for he could speak a great deal of words, sharing his ideas. It could be his most private parts, bringing sensation, ecstacy. Art is he. Whoever he is in life is, what he is, is art. &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/23898900-115779473173653308?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115779473173653308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115779473173653308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115779473173653308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115779473173653308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/man-and-art.html' title='mAn aNd aRt'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115697011618236580</id><published>2006-08-30T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:05:24.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poLaRiTy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Several theories about how birth order affects people's personalities have been laid down and examined. A few of which have been considered valid for numerous reasons. Below is a summary of Adler's theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First born/ Only child:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are in danger of acquiring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;perfectionistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;people-pleasing behaviors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as parents set high expectations for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tend to be quite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;controlling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;diligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;over-achievers, though not all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they are guided by a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;need to do the right thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and strives to make a difference in society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also experience being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de-throned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when younger siblings come along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like being the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; center of attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;often has &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;difficulty sharing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with siblings and with peers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Middle born&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may develop &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great social skills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and have an easier time growing up with an other-centered point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;knows what he or she is doing and tends to become very intelligent in their efforts to gain attention from siblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;usually &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quite talented&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and their quest for perfection against their siblings can lead them to discover new and unlooked-for qualities, musically, academically, and theoretically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last born&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is viewed as the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; party animal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;entertainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who is unafraid to test his or her luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;endearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;delightful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;These qualities vary of course; they do not apply to every person in this world. We are unique beings, with different strengths and limitations. Thus, we need not have to rely on this list. This is just a guide. The choice is still on us. It's up for us to know how we could best relate to new people (or even to our dear old friends). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So what then is the point of this matter if this is just a theory and is not applicable to every one and to every situation? Hahaha! I just realized something... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Our differences make us at odds/ at ease with each other. These things either bring us together or tear us apart, which makes adjustment an extreme necessity. As much as we hate CHANGE, we have to deal with it. Changing does not necessarily mean becoming a different person altogether. It simply means adjusting rightfully to a situation as conflict arises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Truly, change is inevitable and necessary. We just have to make sure that it is done with a legitimate reason, and with prudence. Before making any decision (big or small, short-term or long-term), we should look at both sides of the equation for we might have missed doing something very important (wrong position of the decimal point or an error in multiplication), which could lead us to the wrong solution and final answer. ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hate it or love it. We are born this way...Come one, come all. Let's all make a difference! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-115697011618236580?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115697011618236580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115697011618236580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115697011618236580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115697011618236580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/polarity.html' title='poLaRiTy'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115556217523774710</id><published>2006-08-14T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:06:21.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cHoC-cHoC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today a boy gave me a box of my favorite chocolate. The act was sweeet, but the chocolates were a lot more sweeter of course. I got a piece from the box, and started eating. The warm gentle flow of that sweet sensation trickling down my mouth (ooohhh). I took a bite (crunch.. crunch.. crunch!). It taste good that I just had to have another one. I kept on biting on the chocolate until there was nothing left. I opened up another pack of it, and started eating again. I ate and ate not paying attention to time nor space...Until my throat started to hurt. I payed no heed to it, giving sole importance to the sweet sensation it brought to my taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ravaged the sticky fudge down my throat, the pain started to grow. It lingered around and about, until half the pleasure I obtained from the chocolate already cost me a whole lot of pain. I want to get more so I just thought to myself that its &lt;em&gt;pain for pleasure&lt;/em&gt;. More pathetic excuses to satisfy my craving, ahahaha! =p A few moments after, I noticed that I have already eaten a whole lot. A pile of empty chocolate packings stood beneath me. "Should I stop or should I continue?" I told myself. More futile attempts to rescue myself. The pull was so deep. I was attached. I was addicted... and I couldnt help myself. &lt;em&gt;Theobromine&lt;/em&gt; is so strong. It held my desire to get some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, the pain perked up that I had no choice but to stop. I got the box and threw it away. Tears fell off my eyes as I said bye-bye to the box filled with chocloates. While I was crying a fairy appeared before me and uttered, "My dear child, stop crying. That box of chocolate isn't good for you. It was too much. Now, you just pamper yourself and rest. Wait till your throat heals, and then you can have another box of your favorite chocolate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief came to me as I hear the sweet and comforting voice of the fairy. It made me think and wonder, " How could my favorite chocolate be so sweet and sickening at the same time? Why can't I resist its enticing flavor? Will I be able to eat them again after the painful struggle?" All these questions and a lot more realizations came to me as I ponder on the one and a half hour euphoria brought about by the box of sweet and creamy chocolate. *to be continued*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-115556217523774710?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115556217523774710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115556217523774710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115556217523774710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115556217523774710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/choc-choc.html' title='cHoC-cHoC'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115428295619422435</id><published>2006-07-30T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:07:13.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Men!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inherently, men are predisposed to &lt;em&gt;conter fleurette&lt;/em&gt;, a French term equivalent to flirting. In more precise terms, flirting means “to speak sweet nothings”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A form of interaction…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flirting&lt;/strong&gt; consists of different gestures and body language, suggesting a sexual or romantic interest for another person. Customarily, flirting is done simply for &lt;em&gt;immediate entertainment&lt;/em&gt; with no intention of developing any further relationship. Such type of “flirting” sometimes faces deprecation from others, as it is misconstrued to be more serious, or perceived as a form of "cheating" (considering that the person is already in a romantic relationship with someone else). However, some people would ardently disprove this claim (or should I say fact) by confirming that: "&lt;em&gt;started out right, flirting could actually lead to long-term relationships"&lt;/em&gt;. Really now? *thinking, doubting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FLIRT101 in progress…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, both sexes seemed to have mastered the course FLIRT101 through practice. lol. :p Hence, find this mischievous yet spine-tingling venture rewarding. Take note, some of them would even admit and swank that such activity heightens their self worth. Are they that conceited to say so? Whatever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me on FLIRTING…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own point of view, flirting regardless of its “benefits” should be passed up. Why? First, it could &lt;strong&gt;injure a newly established relationship&lt;/strong&gt; (relationships-at-work). Men, apart from being flirt, are weak beings (do you agree? lol.). They easily give in to temptations so better get off them if you do not intend to be a reason for separation. And please, please don’t allow yourself to be because you wouldn’t be happy either. Just remember that if he managed to leave a girl because of you, the chance of you being left because of another girl is much more plausible; and lastly it usually &lt;strong&gt;results to a relationship that is primarily based on sex&lt;/strong&gt;. You wouldn’t want to be considered a &lt;em&gt;fubu&lt;/em&gt;, would you? I know I’m already sounding hypocrite but I am just stating a fact. Sad to say, most flirty people really end up in these types of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final words...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A woman who wants respect should demand for it, and prove that she’s worth it&lt;/em&gt;. You do not need to level yourself down to get the man of you dreams, &lt;strong&gt;simplicity&lt;/strong&gt; is still the catch. I firmly believe that lasting relationships root from trust and not from lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-115428295619422435?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115428295619422435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115428295619422435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115428295619422435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115428295619422435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-men.html' title='O Men!'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115390417004793034</id><published>2006-07-26T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:07:54.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tO bE oR nOt tO bE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty &lt;/strong&gt;is the fundamental basis of all our dealings, whether it is with relatives, friends, or even with strangers. It is the only thread that is preventing the fabric of civilization from falling apart. Along with fidelity, this virtue makes every relationship sturdy and irrevocable. However, this isn’t something that people opt and manage to keep. Why? For certain reasons; it is either they’re too apprehensive to lose something or someone, or they simply enjoy the thrill of keeping a secret; or it could also be they’re just pressured to lie. We really don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty in a relationship further establishes trust. For me, this five letter word virtue means a lot. And when I say a lot I mean it 100% (get it? *wink*). &lt;strong&gt;Trust&lt;/strong&gt; for me is a social good that is to be protected as much as the air we breathe and the water we drink. Shortage of which (even a .01%) would greatly affect the bond one is trying to keep. A centimeter or even a millimeter minus in your pride line wouldn’t hurt, would it? I mean, you wouldn’t be losing that much by being truthful and committed. Remember, people would respect you more, and would be more trusting of you, if you have this courage to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheating&lt;/strong&gt; is a no-no for me because I know how it feels to be betrayed, fooled, and be left. It may not come out now or not even soon, but eventually the good side of you will bug you with regret. And when this happens, it’s already too late for you to get back. You would forever be stuck in the black hole, grouching over something you had idled away. Bwahahaha! Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truly, there is enough for man’s need but not enough for man’s greed. ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-115390417004793034?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115390417004793034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115390417004793034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115390417004793034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115390417004793034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-be-or-not-to-be_26.html' title='tO bE oR nOt tO bE...'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115304122525149712</id><published>2006-07-15T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:08:38.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UnLeAsHeD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the battle of life, the worst enemy a man could have is probably himself; specifically, the fear he has instilled in his mind and in his heart. Being a threat to ones peaceful living, this self-made fear, once conquered, can actually liberate a thousand souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEARs (False Evidence Appearing Real) come in different forms and intensity. Some fears feel much stronger than the others to the point where it stops us in our tracks. I'm pretty sure all of us have been victims of this so-called "fear", which we are ourselves have created. Thus, it is us and only us, who can vanquish this triple-eyed monster thingy.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, I was able to free myself from anxiety by setting out a truth I have long been keeping (6 months to be exact), and believe me this is so relieving. It led me to a thousand places...to Neverland, to the deep seas (my sanctuary, oh i just love the waters!c;), and to the heavens. The feeling is simply inexplicable. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, life is full of complexities. But no matter how twisted our lives can get, we can make and live it simpler by being "thinking" and "doing" beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-115304122525149712?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115304122525149712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115304122525149712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115304122525149712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115304122525149712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/unleashed.html' title='UnLeAsHeD'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115201836992357980</id><published>2006-07-04T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T05:07:55.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eDuCaTiOn @ iTs fiNeSt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to technological advancements, a major shift from a teacher-directed learning to a learner-centered learning has emerged (Howard, 2003). In the recent years, teachers were regarded as masters of the classroom. They were the ones giving all the input to the students, without putting much emphasis on the process. Henceforth, the student becomes dependent on what is being taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent developments in technology have brought forth an online library for students to browse through. The availability of the aforecited library brings forth a fountain of information sources that the students may look into and if the teachers fail to remain in pace with recent developments, should begin to fear for his/her ineffectiveness. What is there to teach if the teachers are behind what the students have researched? And thus, pursuing the scheme of a teacher-centered education is no longer effective because the teacher must continue their education as well by visiting the internet from time to time for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons that learning development is a dynamic process and remain side by side with the continually changing demands of the time, the teacher must progress dynamically as well to avoid becoming laughing-stocks of the students in times of failure to deliver the subject matter in relevance to the recent changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facilitator is defined as somebody who aids or assists in a process, especially by encouraging people to find their own solutions to problems or tasks. The moderator on the other hand presides over discussions on a specific topic. As teacher-facilitator-moderator, an instructor must be ready with various recently published solutions and be able to encourage the use of all methods if possible. As it is said that by education, a man becomes a jack-of-all-trades, master of one. He/she must be able to encourage students to participate in discussions and share personal ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, as we have applied too much focus on curriculum development, along with this vision we must struggle to improve the abilities and continue to educate our teachers to enable them to act the part they are going to play. Curricula must be developed in pace with the times. Teachers must be developed as well to be able to deliver the objectives in the said curricula.&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/23898900-115201836992357980?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115201836992357980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115201836992357980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115201836992357980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115201836992357980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/education-its-finest.html' title='eDuCaTiOn @ iTs fiNeSt'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115200792169099604</id><published>2006-07-04T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:09:14.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tRuSt vS. miStRuSt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust means enabling other people to take advantage of your vulnerabilities—but expecting that they will not do it. Err…how positive could this be?! Haha! ^_^ Simple as it may seem, trust isn’t something easy to give away 100%. Well, considering the possibilities of getting hurt and being betrayed, who would attempt to risk? However, it is also said that trust is imperative in every relationship as it gives two people the confidence and assurance that they’re being loved. People believe that if there’s no trust, there’s no love. How true could this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust, for me, is something earned. It’s something that one has to work for. You don’t just trust someone you just knew right? [Certainly. c:] But what about those you know personally, do you trust them completely? [Nah, uh. Maybe.] See, that’s the complexity of the matter. Trust is necessary yet it’s hard to confer. Sustaining someone’s trust is another thing. It’s like maintaining ones blood pressure; keeping it normal and stable. Once you go beyond 140/90 mm Hg, you’re in great peril. Thus, you have to make certain that you keep everything in moderation. A famous quote states: “Relationships-of all kinds-are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost.” The above stated quote underscores the value of trust in a relationship. If both parties keep doubting each other (which implies a lack of trust), then most likely they’d end up in dispute. The often this cycle recurs, the chances of breaking up upsurges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is when you expose your vulnerabilities to people, believing they will not take advantage of your openness. Yet it has limits. Trusting doesn’t mean disregarding the truth seen with both eyes. Instead, it means taking facts as is, setting aside the past or whatever biases you may associate with it. =) Both (gaining ones trust and keeping it) are hard to do but it’s definitely worth every ounce of sweat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-115200792169099604?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115200792169099604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115200792169099604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115200792169099604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115200792169099604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/trust-vs-mistrust.html' title='tRuSt vS. miStRuSt'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23898900.post-115111568394952630</id><published>2006-06-23T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:10:05.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aDiOs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbyes&lt;/strong&gt; affect humans in various ways. The college graduation would, for me, best establish the feeling brought about by goodbyes. Sad yet fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretty sure that all of us want to get through the ever-so-tiring, repetitive, and freaking school life. Well, who wouldn’t? Considering the stress and hassle of being obliged to attend school and submit requirements that aren’t really relevant to your major, would make you loathe school. Actually, what makes school a hell is not the environment itself but the heaps of work given by our inconsiderate and sadist professors. On the brighter side, school is a place, a time, an event that one would definitely &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbyes=Longing&lt;/strong&gt;. In every relationship problems arise, it could be just a petty quarrel, a misunderstanding, or a serious conflict. More often than not, unresolved problems result to separation or break-up. Well, such thing is utterly inevitable. Saying goodbye to someone you truly love is not as easy as blowing off hair covering your eyes. It could be as hard as extracting a cancerous tumor out of ones brain or worse, it could be as hard as facing death. The process doesn’t end with goodbye itself. The pain would linger until you get used to the feeling of being alone. Memories of the past would incessantly run through your mind like the heart pumping blood; beating. Questions and regrets would also dance into the picture. But later on you’d realize that you hit the right key for if you chose to keep your relationship with that person for a longer time and ended up with the same situation, you’d carry with you more memories that will make letting go a much harder thing to do. Indeed, acceptance is the key to happiness! Haha! =) Though this is something easier said than done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23898900-115111568394952630?l=bujojoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115111568394952630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23898900&amp;postID=115111568394952630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115111568394952630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23898900/posts/default/115111568394952630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bujojoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/adios.html' title='aDiOs'/><author><name>bujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112989274251138556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
