<?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-3519670764845098011</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:21:26.506-07:00</updated><category term='...isang uhay ng aking buhay...'/><category term='...sa uhay may burungkol na nagbibigay tibay...'/><category term='di ito krugtong ng uhay ng buhay...'/><category term='kadugtong ng uhay ng aking buhay...'/><category term='just to remind her always'/><category term='la lang ulit..makulit lang'/><category term='sori sa ced-sc...'/><category term='...i was afraid of firecracker since december 1997..'/><category term='...karugtong ng uhay ng buhay...'/><category term='isang uhay ng buhay'/><category term='malubog sana sa baha ang lahat ng pills sa mundong ibabaw'/><category term='...mtap..munoz'/><category term='la lang...'/><title type='text'>tamsi</title><subtitle type='html'>...ang buhay ay isang mahabang uhay...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-3959134869408021156</id><published>2010-01-28T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:22:19.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...adding experiences to  our kids' childhood days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S2QyeNMRVSI/AAAAAAAAADU/PalVr4-REpw/s1600-h/DSC01870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S2QyeNMRVSI/AAAAAAAAADU/PalVr4-REpw/s200/DSC01870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432522545034253602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as i've promised to our kids, rev and gau, going to the clsu oval became our routine for a week during the suc iii olympics 2010...after watching some games, we used to go around the oval, not because we want to exercise and develop some six packs or so on my tummy just like pacman or make my daughters like krista ranillo's body but to trim some fats,and let out large and small intestines realign to their very comfortable positions to accommodate stuff so we could eat more once again...bwajejajeja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S2Qx-v-OfqI/AAAAAAAAADM/dP4B3LjcM7o/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S2Qx-v-OfqI/AAAAAAAAADM/dP4B3LjcM7o/s200/DSC01873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432522004614774434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture taking is the next big thing to them... the pictures posted here are some of their front page poses ( im sure "healthy kids like them would love them and patronize the magazine given the opportunity to be on front page...hekhekhekhek...)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S2QwYo1U5uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oQzGlq82W1M/s1600-h/DSC01871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S2QwYo1U5uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oQzGlq82W1M/s200/DSC01871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432520250351740642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also used to hop from one food kiosk to another, (kiosk that does not have food has no appeal to us...jejejeje...because our pockets do not have enough bread to buy any stuff)...and so, as you guessed...we stood by for a couple of minutes to bwajaja, to eat...&lt;br /&gt;...eating seemed to be their habit...mmmhhh including me and their mom who as ive said became "food best friend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...til then..bye for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-3959134869408021156?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/3959134869408021156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/adding-experiences-to-our-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/3959134869408021156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/3959134869408021156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/adding-experiences-to-our-kids.html' title='...adding experiences to  our kids&apos; childhood days...'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S2QyeNMRVSI/AAAAAAAAADU/PalVr4-REpw/s72-c/DSC01870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-6715161999141133381</id><published>2010-01-14T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:25:57.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...mtap..munoz'/><title type='text'>...mtap division level sa munoz at  si rev ang aming panganay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S08FoswQQUI/AAAAAAAAACc/PJpkGLJVTj8/s1600-h/1st+day+n+skul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S08FoswQQUI/AAAAAAAAACc/PJpkGLJVTj8/s200/1st+day+n+skul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426562272771195202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wag ka iiyak, nasa labas lang ako..." these were my words to our eldest daughter, ves eva revline, (or rev to us, ves to her classmates and teachers) during her first day in school at the chsi kindergarten back in 2005...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same statement were my words to her but this time i added "kung di ka makuha sa finals ng mtap." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly, she was on top of her class every recognition program. the enormous medals, ribbons and certificate of recognition bestowed to her by the chsi proved that she's undoubtedly skillful and intelligent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were surprise when she hurdled the qualifying exam to compete in the final mtap challenge for grade 1 in 2007. to our surprise again, she, together with her classmate jil salas, emerged champion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, in the year of the tiger, she proved again that she can beat her set objective. i thought she was not so serious with her objective of getting a score of forty and above to receive a certificate of recognition. she once told me, "dad i want to receive a certificate, last year i did not get it because my score did not reach 40." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a mentor, i know that if i will push her to the limit it would do harm to her. it might cause mental, psychological and emotional problem in the future. so instead of reviewing her everyday, i just let her play, watched tom and jerry, mr bean and cinema one. i just let her play the most popular e-net game--farmville and cafe world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S08aGwbQUGI/AAAAAAAAACs/2XM4t3h7iuI/s1600-h/SDC12952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S08aGwbQUGI/AAAAAAAAACs/2XM4t3h7iuI/s200/SDC12952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426584779385491554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also used  to let her play with her sister, verline, and neighbors, jairus, nadine, roxelle and denise her favorite bubble gun, bubble doll and all the stuff with bubbles. aside from these she was fond of playing lutu-lutuan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to do the math review whenever she wanted to review. for her not to be bored, we used to do it as if it was  a normal part of her subjects in school. her mother used to tell her "rev pag hindi ka nakuha sa qualifying, wag ka iiyak, talagang ganoon, may next year pa." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four days before the mtap, we did three consecutive one-hour review (8-9 pm), those were after doing her assignments, played with her neighbors and sister verline, and after she visited her farmville. the tv was on, we know her ears were focused on tv, once in a while she was glancing at the tv to watch santino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S08PvuyZS0I/AAAAAAAAACk/E8sVnCmThSk/s1600-h/SDC11354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S08PvuyZS0I/AAAAAAAAACk/E8sVnCmThSk/s200/SDC11354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426573388692409154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day before the contest, we just let her watch and relax. we know that this was the best way to relax her mind for the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the venue very early to familiarize her with the venue and for her to feel the new environment. when we arrived at the bantug elementary school, she explored the venue. she went to the pag-asa  gym, the covered area. she walked around the school compound and went back to where i parked our car. she went back to me and told me, "dad after this let's eat at rico sagoat kita." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before she went back to the pag-asa gym, i told her, "mag pray ka at wag ka iiyak nandito lang ako."    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before 4 pm, her teacher, mrs ellen gan waved her hand to me and informed me, she got 40 out of 50. i thank God for the gift He gave to my daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-6715161999141133381?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/6715161999141133381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/mtap-division-level-sa-munoz-at-si-rev.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/6715161999141133381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/6715161999141133381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/mtap-division-level-sa-munoz-at-si-rev.html' title='...mtap division level sa munoz at  si rev ang aming panganay...'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S08FoswQQUI/AAAAAAAAACc/PJpkGLJVTj8/s72-c/1st+day+n+skul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-8690606593972800961</id><published>2010-01-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:29:57.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...i was afraid of firecracker since december 1997..'/><title type='text'>...pagsabog sa harap ng munoz city hall...at sa naabong pangarap...</title><content type='html'>as expected the busiest avenues in the science city of munoz a day before the new year were the market, the fruit stalls, the friendship mall, the baratillo, peryaan, rides,food stalls on their new area-the alternative route beside the san sebastian school (baste) going to catalanacan and of course the firecracker stalls in front of the city hall (from end to end) occupying the whole stretch of the lane going to san jose city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon, everyone was rushing hoping to get the best fruits, the most presentable present to his/her love ones, the most delicious delicacies, the most appropriate apparel with tiger like stains or torquise color and the most explosive firecrackers. everybody was preparing to get the most to welcome the year of the tiger, 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was so serene, the sky did not allowed the clouds to file up. though before 2 pm there was small rain showers...i don't know but as if it was a premonition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before four o'clock i heard and saw  several explosions in the sky. i told to myself, it was the firecracker stalls in front of the city hall. seconds after, everyone was rushing not because of the fruits, presents, delicacies, and apparel but because of the firecrackers. everybody was so concern with his/her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to contact my wife and my daughter. i would like to verify if they were at home. the line was busy.. so i  ran from friendship to our house...i went against the flow of the people...they were heading towards the south...thanks God they were there sound and safe. then i went to our store in the market..going there i saw rena and sheng our colleagues, running... so everyone in the house was safe. finally went to the city hall. i took my cellphone and took video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9e48c0dc591f215c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423842100848142050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;several minutes after, i saw  the remnants of the early accidental revelry... two rushing ambulance carrying injured persons, a tricycle carrying a victims, three burning tricycles, two totally burned honda waves, a mio, an xlt or kc, a van, confused and anxiuos individuals hopeless vendors, kibitzers and the dead body of an old man, a firecrackers vendor ......burned together with all these were the hopes of those who tried to augment income from selling firecrackers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S0VbpRIQt_I/AAAAAAAAACM/H6BdRbWFatQ/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S0VbpRIQt_I/AAAAAAAAACM/H6BdRbWFatQ/s200/DSC01747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423842090768447474" /&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/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S0Vbo1GbqtI/AAAAAAAAACE/7eToxd4Jq04/s1600-h/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S0Vbo1GbqtI/AAAAAAAAACE/7eToxd4Jq04/s200/DSC01748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423842083244583634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the burning and explosions continues, i saw the hopeless faces of the hopefuls... i heard loud cries, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S0Vbong_MYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BdDGWs3Jgw4/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S0Vbong_MYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BdDGWs3Jgw4/s200/DSC01746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423842079597867394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then text messages came... my friends were verifying the incident...&lt;br /&gt;i rushed to the center, i witnessed several victims with many bruises. i saw a man wearing police uniform with the  nueva ecija police logo... a man wearing blue shorts and white sando, a very nervous  lady in her early 20's, and some kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S0VboNIe4yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1kA2Hgc-TdA/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/S0VboNIe4yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1kA2Hgc-TdA/s200/DSC01738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423842072515765026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day after, i went again in the area, i met and talked to a teacher from the deped clsu whom i forget the first name but i know i knew her. she told me that mr. nuque, a very responsible father who has disability passed away because of the wounds and injuries he sustained from the explosions and stampede. &lt;br /&gt;"kasama ang kuya ko sa mga namatay." i felt what she was feeling at that very moment...i know that his brother just wanted to get additional income...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-8690606593972800961?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/8690606593972800961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/pagsabog-sa-harap-ng-munoz-city-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/8690606593972800961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/8690606593972800961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2010/01/pagsabog-sa-harap-ng-munoz-city-hall.html' title='...pagsabog sa harap ng munoz city hall...at sa naabong pangarap...'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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madami lagi bisita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may sarili kaming quarters...quarters iyon ng mga working students. may inabutan ako doon na taga-pantabangan maliban kay zaldy, taga malbang. valedictorian syang nagtapos sa saint andrew's school (sas). sabi ni brother angob, siya ang tularan ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makalipas ang isang linggo, dala ko ang aking gamit, nagpaalam ako kay brother angob at kat fr. joey mission, uuwi ako sa probinsya at doon ko hahanapin ang aking kapalaran. wala silang nagawa kundi ang payagan ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpaalam ako kay zaldy, ang aking best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habang nasa daan, pa-probinsya. nag-iisip ako ng sasabihin kay nanay. di kasi nya alam na ganito ang desisyon ko. pero talagang ganito ako, di ko kasi nililingon ang aking mga iniiwan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imbis na deretso rizal mula cabanatuan, sa dyip pa-san jose ako sumakay. nadaanan ko ang clsu. ewan ko pero parang lukso ng dugo, (may lukso nga ba ng dugo para sa isang lugar) magaan ang dating sa akin ng clsu at sabi ko dito  ko hahahanapin ang aking kapalaran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko kabisado ang clsu, nadadaanan ko lang pag galing pantabangan, maghahatid kami ng gamit sa simbahan sa munoz. sabi lang sa aking ni father angob, eskuwelahan daw ito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunyo, naging late enrolee ako...sabay kaming nag-aral ni kuya nonoy...ayun nakita ko rin ang aking lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           ...sundan ang karugtong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-923834015387159800?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/923834015387159800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/12/sa-paghahanap-ng-panghayumamakikita-ang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/923834015387159800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/923834015387159800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/12/sa-paghahanap-ng-panghayumamakikita-ang.html' title='...sa paghahanap ng panghayuma...makikita ang tamsi at  asad'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-8325552994199841574</id><published>2009-12-13T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:24:48.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...seminar sa tsu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/SyTzKndgEII/AAAAAAAAABs/BLARBiJP5pI/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/SyTzKndgEII/AAAAAAAAABs/BLARBiJP5pI/s200/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414720015723139202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nag seminar kami sa tca, sa tarlac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ganito kami nang matapos bago umuwi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...maulit sana...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-8325552994199841574?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/8325552994199841574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/12/seminar-sa-tsu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/8325552994199841574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/8325552994199841574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/12/seminar-sa-tsu.html' title='...seminar sa tsu..'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/SyTzKndgEII/AAAAAAAAABs/BLARBiJP5pI/s72-c/DSC01539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-5406429507004324241</id><published>2009-11-19T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:45:00.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...sa uhay may burungkol na nagbibigay tibay...'/><title type='text'>sa simbahan...</title><content type='html'>...through a scholarship grant, i was able to continue my secondary schooling. with almost bended knees, my mother talked to rev. father jimmy duero, pantabangan parish priest, to accept me as one of the parish scholars. arzaldy belmonte, my best friend was also given a grant.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bingo... the stories mentioned by my mother pricked and pounded father duero's heart, thus, he endowed a scholarship slot to me. when it rains, it pours. your correct, aside from the grant, i was told to reside at the convent so with Zaldy. in short free board and lodging while studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to compensate with father jim's generosity, we volunteered to be the cooked of the convent, though we did not have any background in cooking. we just believed that the circumstances would side on us and there were kind-hearted individual who would hepl us in the course of our cooking. so we learned to cook. aside from being a cook, we were also assigned to clean the whole school compound every morning (including the office and faculty rooms and the school comfort rooms and wash rooms every afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we learned a  lot in the convent. i personally treasured my experiences as working student. i knew my dreams which i weaved back in the booster in aya was just few steps away from realization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-5406429507004324241?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/5406429507004324241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/sa-simbahan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/5406429507004324241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/5406429507004324241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/sa-simbahan.html' title='sa simbahan...'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-2270890408151470738</id><published>2009-11-08T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:27:11.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...karugtong ng uhay ng buhay...'/><title type='text'>i reminisced my birthdays</title><content type='html'>it was june 11, 1998, my birth date, when i was told to clean the stockroom at the second floor of dcy building.this was in preparation for the opening of classes for school year 1998-1999 at the  asian college of science and technology, cabanatuan branch (ACSAT). I was then working in this tertiary academic institution as an English faculty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was trying to haul out of the room the broken mono-blocks with arm rest and the non-functional cpu's, outdated monitors, idle computer tables and assorted documents,  i saw students at the ground floor busy teasing each other, eating and chatting about the coming school year. i put a t-shirt on my head to cover and protect my face and my head and to prevent the dust to enter my nose and other openings. there i quickly reminisced my past birthdays which i used to celebrate with the same situation which i was experiencing on that very moment. in almost all my birthdays when i started my teen life,i used to celebrate them with the  same as this. i was like  an abu sayyaf or a wanted criminal by the authorities for whatever case i had done wrong. unconsciously, i put that t-shirt because i didn't want my students and other students saw me in such a horrible situation. my blue t-shirt turned beige and my maong pants seemed to be a chakki one. i was covered by the dust wholly. no one dared to help and paid attention to what i was doing except dheng, an english faculty, who gave me a snack and morena the school clerk who bought my meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it was just a coincidence, but for God sake, every time my special day comes, i was covering my whole head for if not planting vegetable in the river's bank or fishing in linwan, pantok or kalbo, vicinity of the pantabangan dam, together with shahong tino or arzalde belmonte, my best friend, i was taking charcoal from the hole where i made as chimney. as i had promised to nanay, this little deeds were my contributions to her to augment the family's income. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four, five six and seven hours after, i presented the newly cleaned room to Engr. Dennis Agtay, our school director. i was then a bit depressed and sad for i felt that education which was supposed to make difference in my life became instrument in making me remember all my past birthdays without cake and candle, without happy faces of friends and guests, without applause and greetings of family and my very special friends and without fireworks and pop songs and without gin-coke or juice as what had been done by teenagers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i became happy for the room i cleaned was developed as the school library. i felt satisfied with all my efforts in cleaning the room. my exhaustion during my birthday was very fruitful. the dust which covered me seemed like glitters which will lighten up the dreams and hopes of the students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following month, i was promoted and appointed chair of the general education department.(morena was appointed librarian.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following year, march 29, 1999, i submitted my irrevocable resignation to Engr. Agtay and bade goodbye to all my colleagues and my students.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 06-11-99, i celebrated my birthday with nanay, kuya nonoy and myline at my house in #22 h-site m.k.d, talavera, nueva ecija.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-2270890408151470738?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/2270890408151470738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-reminisced-my-birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/2270890408151470738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/2270890408151470738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-reminisced-my-birthdays.html' title='i reminisced my birthdays'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-3038645864997434611</id><published>2009-11-08T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T05:52:59.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malubog sana sa baha ang lahat ng pills sa mundong ibabaw'/><title type='text'>sya ang dati kong katipan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Sva0y0hIcLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KZBvkflnOak/s1600-h/SDC11379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Sva0y0hIcLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KZBvkflnOak/s200/SDC11379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401703588261556402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya ang matiyagang umiintindi sa akin. ang president, manager, senate president, speaker of the house, governor, mayor, barangay captain at boss ng aming tahanan. 23 inches lang ang bewang niya noon, ngayon kabaliktaran na yata (magaling kasi ako mag alaga, njenjenjenje.) walang biro seksi noon yan wait nyo post ko dito pic nya nung ang tingin nya sa pagkain kaaway. Ngayon kaibigan nya lahat ng food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natuwa ako ng tatlong sunod ay nabigyan sya ng award bilang most outstanding employee ng Philrice sa kategorya ng Admin assistant. nahanap na rin nya ang kanyang sarili tapos tutularan ito ng aming mga anak. sabi ko nga sa kanya mukhang ginagawa na niyang hanap-buhay ito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti nga, mana sa kanya ang aming mga anak, mula sa talino hangang sa hilig sa pag-aaral. (pati sa kalusugan, bwahahahaha.) matiyaga sa sa pagpapalaki ng mga bata. mahilig at matiyaga rin sa pagbili ng ice cream, ng cake, siomai, sitsirya, sofft drinks, leche plan, butsi,, black forest, donuts atbp, at mahilig kunain habang nag pa-farmville at cafe world. magkaka-frequency silang mag-iina.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sana lang pagbigyan na nya ang hiling ko. wag nang uminon ng pills para magkaroon na ng kapatid na lalaki ang kanyang mga anak. I am longing for a son. for i know once our daughters become teens or full grown ladies, they would no longer be clinging with no nor would like to go with me whenever we have a travel. Secrets would also be shared to their mother not to me. And whom will i talk to. nothins but the TV, newspaper, cellphone or laptop. of course i also wanted my surname to be used by a would-be-son. huhhhhhhhhhh... but the pills are too many in her closet. shall i stole them, flush them to the bowl, put them in a trash bag or give them to  our prolific cat who never miss to deliver her kittens several times a year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who ever would read this, please help me explain this to her. IWANTASONASONASONASON...............................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-3038645864997434611?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/3038645864997434611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/sya-ang-dati-kong-katipan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/3038645864997434611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/3038645864997434611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/sya-ang-dati-kong-katipan.html' title='sya ang dati kong katipan..'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Sva0y0hIcLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KZBvkflnOak/s72-c/SDC11379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-2516631001180336839</id><published>2009-11-08T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T03:36:13.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='di ito krugtong ng uhay ng buhay...'/><title type='text'>malalaki na ang anak ng dati kong nobya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/SvatHC9s1SI/AAAAAAAAABI/eZX3F-IZW_M/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/SvatHC9s1SI/AAAAAAAAABI/eZX3F-IZW_M/s200/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401695139643839778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga anak namin ni dyig, tawag ko sa dati kong katipan, na ina ng aking mga anak. &lt;br /&gt;bilis nga araw, malapit na silang magdalaga. ung nasa taas ng pool si Ves Eva Revline, un nasa pool, si Verline Gaudene. natutuwa ako dahil, parehas silang may hilig sa pag-aaral. nagmana sila sa aming magasawa. mabuti naman bata pa lang sila, alam na nila ang value ng education. pero, pinaiintindi rin namin sa kanila na dapat di sila maging trabahador, dapat magtayo sila ng negosyo at tumulong sa pag create ng trabaho. oo, bata pa lang sila pinaiintindi na namin sa kanila ito. ito siguro ang maitutulong namin para sa susunod na mga taon, mabawasan ang walng trabaho sa ating baayan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/SvasKWurdEI/AAAAAAAAABA/DQSIiOyadrs/s1600-h/DSC01558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/SvasKWurdEI/AAAAAAAAABA/DQSIiOyadrs/s200/DSC01558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401694096977523778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganun pa man, palagi naming pinararamdam at ipinararanas ang pagigiging bata nila. binabalanse namin ito para maing balanse ang  kanilang paglaki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap pa lang maging ama. dami mong plano, pero alam mo namang di rin ito ang masusunod. lalaki ang mga bata at pipili ng mundo nila. pero sana kahit papaano, ma realize nila na dapat silang maging taga gawa ng trabaho at di manggagawa sa malalaking kumpanya ng dayuhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-2516631001180336839?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/2516631001180336839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/malalaki-na-ang-anak-ng-dati-kong-nobya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/2516631001180336839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/2516631001180336839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/malalaki-na-ang-anak-ng-dati-kong-nobya.html' title='malalaki na ang anak ng dati kong nobya'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/SvatHC9s1SI/AAAAAAAAABI/eZX3F-IZW_M/s72-c/DSC01555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-7213332181220592976</id><published>2009-11-06T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T03:09:17.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>edtech pa rin</title><content type='html'>Based on my teaching experience for almost 15 years now, the most practical and useful software is power point. Maybe other faculty will rebut me with my ideas however, because i am always tied up with a lot of things-from my teaching tasks to administrative responsibilities; from business to family related activities; and from social undertakings to religious ones-i think power point is the most easy, useful, effective and efficient technology related instructional materials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with the conditioning theory of Pavlov, and the learning theory of Lev Vygotsky and John Piaget. Both of them believed that learning is a product of a system. In my case, the power point presentation is one of the  instructional tools which help the students understand the lesson. Students who are exposed to the learning environment interact with the significant person-the teacher. I as a faculty uses the power point presentation. So, in this case, i am conveying lessons thru the use of significant instructional materials which help the students understand easily the subject matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing a power point presentation is not time consuming. So i could use some of my time doing other responsibilities that i had mentioned above. I case i need some changes with the one i made, editing is easy to be done also. In case i want to keep the original presentation but i need some parts to be edited to be used to other course, i could do it also. Now that power point presentation converter is available in the internet for free, i may now convert some of my works into movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, there are other available software nowadays which can be used as aids in teaching-learning process, people are still using power point. For example presenters in seminar workshops. Most of their presentations are made out of the power point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-7213332181220592976?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/7213332181220592976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/edtech-pa-rin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/7213332181220592976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/7213332181220592976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/edtech-pa-rin.html' title='edtech pa rin'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-3977012321284795606</id><published>2009-11-06T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:28:44.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kadugtong ng uhay ng aking buhay...'/><title type='text'>mula rizal hanggang pantabangan...</title><content type='html'>ayun, halos limang taon kaming namuhay sa rizal na walang ina at ama. pero di gaya ng dati, di na ako pumapalahaw ng iyak. mas madalas unan ang nakakarinig ng hikbi ko. dahil itinanim ko sa puso't isipan na matapang ako. matapang kaming dalawa ni kuya nonoy. paminsan minsan pinaaanod ko sa tubig irigasyon ang aking mga luha. habang naliligo o naninisid ng tulya (mas kilala ko noon bilang dukyang). (may mga kuwento pa ako, ipa flash back ko na lang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik si nanay mula sa tarlac dahil sa mga balita tungkol sa amin. nag alsa balutan kami papuntang pantabangan sa kinakapatid daw ni nanay, kina tito frank asawa ni ate milis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa isang maliit na kuwartong nandoon na lahat kami nakatira. nadoon na lahat kasi sa umaga, salas, sa gabi  kuwarto na rin, pagkakain na kusina, at pag may bisita, e di receiving area. masaya dahil package deal ika nga. nakaupo kaming kumakain sa sahig, tabi-tabi kaming natutulog sa sahig parin na iyon. kung alam ko na ngang magbigay ng award noon, binigyan ko ng certificate of appreciation ang tinuluyan naming kwarto na iyon.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labandera si nanay at tumutulong sa paghahain sa kantina. sa 180 na sweldo kada buwan, nakakakain na kami isa o dalawang beses isang araw. masaya na ito para sa akin pero hindi kay kuya romy, sa panganay namin. naglayas siya. lumuwas pa-maynila.hanggang sa wala na kaming balita. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;madalas naglalaba si nanay sa booster (malaking outlet ng tubig sa reservoir ng pantabangan dam. habang naglalaba sya, binubuo ko sa aking diwa ang mga pangarap na akala ko ay mahirap matupad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadagdagan ang kapatid kong di namin kapiling. si ditse (leonor) namasukang katulong sa rizal, sa isang titser. si sanse (ate virginia), sa rizal din. si ate mila nag-aral sa rizal ito daw kasi ang pwedeng mag-ahon sa amin sa pagdarahop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabait talaga ang Diyos, nakakuha kami ng bahay, bahay na may kusina, sala, at dalawang kuwarto. di na kasi kasya sa bahay nila ate milis ang mga drayber ng baliwag transit inc. mautak si nanay, kumuha ng bahay at ginawang boarder ang ilang drayber. nagkasideline ako. taga walis ng bus sa hapon. singkuwenta hanggang piso ang bigay sa akin.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakapag-aral ako ng grade 1 sa gulang na walo. pinakamatanda sa klase. nakilala ko si mrs. abang, ang aking adviser. naging paborito niya ako, di dahil sipsip ako, kundi dahil madalas niya akong makita na di nagre-recess o kaya ay nilupak and baon. &lt;br /&gt;matapos ang taon, nakita ko na ang bunga ng binuo kong pangarap sa booster, habang naglalaba si nanay. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...itutuloy muli...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-3977012321284795606?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/3977012321284795606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/ayun-halos-limang-taon-kaming-namuhay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/3977012321284795606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/3977012321284795606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/ayun-halos-limang-taon-kaming-namuhay.html' title='mula rizal hanggang pantabangan...'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-7636724004946787243</id><published>2009-11-05T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T08:11:28.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>technology &amp; me</title><content type='html'>As a faculty, i would like to share my personal experiences as a high school faculty then and as a college faculty now. When i was in high school, i always made it a point to teach with instructional materials. It is always a part of my preparation before i went to the classroom for the day's discussion, lecture or concept paper making and or quiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because almost all the faculty in ULHS-Palusapis, are acquainted and good in computer, it is expected that our students were also good. Thus, i capitalized this talents by my students. I used to prepare computer based or computer made/assisted instructional materials. Most of the time it was the power point, which was oftentimes used. I was happy then that my students were appreciating my work. I was also asking my students to make their own presentations based on the given report to each one. With little assistance, my students were doing their own power point presentation very presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I college, personally, i viewed the instructional technology as very useful to me. For instance in Social Dimensions, whenever i used a movie maker presentation, i noticed that my student's interest were so high. They were very active and got high grades whenever short quizzes-essay or objective types-were given. &lt;br /&gt;I also see it as very useful on my part for i could keep the old presentations and could used them again as the time arises. Economically, it is cheap than the old types of technological materials, fountain pen and manila paper and cartolina for instance. There are also software which are very practical to use such as power point and microsoft word or excel. Several templates are available in the internet. &lt;br /&gt;In short the modern technology made the teacher's task easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that i enrolled Ph.D. Honestly speaking i learned a lot in Edtech. The power director which i just experienced to use now is one of the many topics which i like and appreciated. Before, i really do not mind the internet, now i am beginning to appreciate it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had mixed emotions when i saw the posted yellow cartolina on the education bulletin board bearing the names of EEd students who were given award in edtech 1 under Prof. Vilma M. Salas. (Shes my former teacher in educ technology when manila paper and fountain pen were the top in the lists of needed teaching materials of teachers,student teachers and presenters). At first i was happy because students are now exposed to different modern types of instructional materials specially the technology related ones which are very useful in  teaching -learning process. Teaching probably will become virtual, interactive and more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i have reservations, for i know that there are several primary and secondary schools in our country which do not have the basic necessities in school. It may be located in urban or rural areas). With the typhoons Ondoy, Ramil and Santi, there were various schools which were submerged into water and mud. If not totally wrecked, school facilities, and instructional materials were gone. The hopes and dreams of parents and poor little minds were vanished. It needs several years again to establish the school buildings and bring back the teaching materials.Will the dreamers and hopefuls wait as the authorities establish the pillar of their dreams or opted to wait as philanthropists, charitable institutions, and TV stations bequeath help and embark on re-building these avenues?               &lt;br /&gt;The modern types of technology is useless in such areas. Teachers will start once again from zero and will become resourceful and creative in their respective classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-7636724004946787243?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/7636724004946787243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/technology-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/7636724004946787243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/7636724004946787243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/technology-me.html' title='technology &amp; me'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-7413403403481542633</id><published>2009-11-05T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:12:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>edtech</title><content type='html'>Educational technology refers to the use of all human inventions and discoveries to satisfy our educational need and desire. These inventions and discoveries  can be devices, tools, equipment, activities, procedure and processes. Various inventions are the educational media. Instructional technology, on the other hand,  is an   aspects of educational technology that are concerned with instruction as contrasted to designs and operations of educational institutions. It is a systematic way of designing, carrying out, and evaluating the total process of learning and teaching in terms of specific objectives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-7413403403481542633?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/feeds/7413403403481542633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/edtech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/7413403403481542633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519670764845098011/posts/default/7413403403481542633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/edtech.html' title='edtech'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-5408156748862342479</id><published>2009-11-05T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:40:38.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isang uhay ng buhay'/><title type='text'>baliktanaw sa pinagmulan</title><content type='html'>inaligata ko muli ang aking pinagmulan. susubukan kong idugtong ang mga pangyayari kung paano ako nakarating sa sa tinutungtungan ko ngayon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalawang taon matapos akong iluwal sa ospital sa olongapo city, na dedo si tatay... sabi ni nanay sobrang sipag daw kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prostrated engineer si tatay, tubong iriga, sa bicol, angkan ng ng Puso sa ina at dilla sa ama.&lt;br /&gt;si nanay sa gulod, rizal, nueva ecija, angkan ng Justo at Jepa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e di ayun, umuwi kami ng rizal matapos ang libing ni tatay.&lt;br /&gt;di gaya ng dati, di na makapaglaro ng malaking manika si ate mila. wala na ring malaking armalite at robot si kuya. si ate neneng nagmukhang nanay namin. si ditse, tumbang preso na ang laro wala na ang tv na mala-box.&lt;br /&gt;si sanse, laging taga-igib, taga walis at si kuya nonoy, palaging niloloko ng mga kapitbahay.&lt;br /&gt;nangayat si nanay dahil sa paghahanap ng trabaho...hanggang isang umaga, sabi ni ate nasa tarlac si nanay, namasukan bilang katulong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadugtungan ang mga hikbi ko sa ampunan sa isang reception center sa maynila.. inoperahan si nanay noon sa goiter. anim na buwan kaming limang magkakapatid noon sa center. di kasama si ate at kuya, bantay sila ni nanay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinukulong ako sa comfort room pag umiiyak dahil hinahanap ko si nanay. tinitiis ko ang gutom sa pagaakalang pag di ako kumain, maaaawa sila at  ililitaw si nanay. pinapalitan ko ng palahaw ang gutom dahil ito ang alam ko na magpapa uwi kay nanay. mali ako. nasa ospital pala sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko alam kung mabait ang pagkakataon o naging resourceful kami ni kuya nonoy. natuto kaming mangalap ng mga pwedeng ibenta. nililibot namin ang mga barangay ng rizal, ginigiba namin ang pader ng mga abandonadong bahay. mahal ang bakal.tanso, aluminyo at bote. pero lahat na halos ng bata natutu sa aming gawain..&lt;br /&gt;kailangang umisip ng bagong mapagkakakitaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa palengke...maraming pagkain sa palengke..pero wala kaming pera..hanggang isang araw natuto kaming sumalisi...dati goma ng tirador lang,  nang lumaon pati panglaman sa tiyan.&lt;br 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href='http://dillaverjun.blogspot.com/2009/11/baliktanaw-sa-pinagmulan.html' title='baliktanaw sa pinagmulan'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-7137682627991443999</id><published>2009-11-04T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:19:03.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sori sa ced-sc...'/><title type='text'>I hate to do what i did today, but i need to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i presided over the meeting of the ced-sc this morning. i know it is not right but... the council needs direction...ced students are longing for activities that would somehow showcase their talents, explore their potentialities, do other peculiar things, socialize with other departments and the likes. i am not the only person who can do it, i know other ced-officers can preside, it's just that they have no enough courage--maybe intimidated,, ashamed or very reserved--to volunteer themselves. so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our call time is 9:00 a.m. but they all arrived late, except Christian. so i talked to the dean about the plans or participation (supposedly plans by the sc) for the coming education week on Dec 2-5. then went to nixon's and dr. alberto's office and called ruel montanez. presto! everybody is available and committed to be speakers of the parallel seminars on the second day of the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was silence when the meeting stated fifteen minutes before 11 am.&lt;br /&gt;"you can leave the ced-sc office and the the position you are currently handling if you think you are not capable to perform all the duties and responsibilities given to you by your fellow students," my first statement.&lt;br /&gt;then i add, "di karuwangan ang pag amin na di mo kayang gampanan ang pagiging opisyal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked each one about his/her assessment on the past semester and what went wrong with the ced-sc. everyone admitted his/her shortcomings and promised to be active this 2nd semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this erollment, and education week will serve as acid test to the promises of the council officers. i hope each one will become active as he/she promised. and i hope that ced students will appreciate the activities the ced-sc will launch on education week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-6306955423910935752</id><published>2009-11-03T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:00:00.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just to remind her always'/><title type='text'>Sometimes when we touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVf940pO5ME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVf940pO5ME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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touch'/><author><name>verjun jepa dilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204619440510006278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-3651793400101587441</id><published>2009-11-03T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:08:47.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>design</title><content type='html'>http://www.mediafire.com/file/ygzir1tizol/COLORPLAY.zip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519670764845098011-3651793400101587441?l=dillaverjun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fX1vgHuj1dU/Su8EvvWYnBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/reeL9T072H0/S220/DSC01510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519670764845098011.post-5503790864684564856</id><published>2009-11-03T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:50:07.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do we always hurt the ones we love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fAOCbLshTGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fAOCbLshTGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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dreams or should i say their parents' dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But i am not tired. With my physique i m not easily exhausted. With my attitude, i'm pretty sure i can do the requirements my professors gave us.&lt;br /&gt;But i have second thought, maybe because of  the orientations that i have now. I knew the importance of education. I knew that prioritizing this would open several opportunities in the academic world. But why the sudden break.... 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