<?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-30369338</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:07:28.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choloronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-4550833865269954289</id><published>2007-08-21T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:22:22.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Kid... At Heart</title><content type='html'>I miss my childhood days where the only thing that I worry about is school. Passing my tests, what baon I have, the level of practice we have after class and the game over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, life becomes more complex. You will encounter different endeavors that you can never imagine. You will meet people that you only dream of meeting. You meet others that you wish you had not met. You want to erase a lot of painful memories. Thinking what went wrong and how to redo things over again. You want to turn back time and make decisions in another way. Hence, you will dwell on these obstacles without noticing that your growth stops and thus you think that I wish I'm still a kid and go back to where everything is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can always be a kid. You can make your life simple. You should never make things more than what they may seem. I did a lot of thinking this past days and it struck me just now. I am just making things complicated. I am trying to chew more than I can eat. I am trying to do 8 things when I have only 2 hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to forget to have fun and enjoy my life. I tend to put everything else aside and my problems in front. I tend to look at the micro picture rather than the macro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is not to be 8 years old again but go back to basics. Simplifying complex situations and thus lessening stress and making better decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-4550833865269954289?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/4550833865269954289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=4550833865269954289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/4550833865269954289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/4550833865269954289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-kid-at-heart.html' title='Being A Kid... At Heart'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-6247711028822861896</id><published>2007-08-13T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:22:54.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torched!</title><content type='html'>Life is full of twists and turns. When you think you had enough troubles in your way, think again! There are more to come. If you asked me 2 years ago, "Cholo, what is your 5 year plan?" I can give you a concrete, workable plan without blinking an eye. Now, things changed and everything is a blur. Asked, the same question I will say, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months I am living each day as it came. No plans. Hope for the best, expect the worst. A lot of fire torched my bones. A lot of pricks sliced to the soul. I've been to worst but when you are paralyzed every setback hurts more. Every tiny problem seems bigger. Every obstacle seems harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is not a telenovela. My life is not an exciting one. My life is not the kind of life you would like to live in. Sure I am still luckier than the ones who are in the slums. Sure other people have more to bear rather than I. But in some cases, I fell that they are even luckier than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I will live my life as each day comes. I don't know my purpose in live. After all, when I learn what it is and finish it, it will be the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things may happen for a reason. Reasons that we will find out in the future. The ball will always roll. Sometimes you will be on top, sometimes you are in the bottom. Mine moves very slowly to go up. Or it seems faster to go back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to me, I don't know. I just hope luck will be back on my side sooner than later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-6247711028822861896?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/6247711028822861896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=6247711028822861896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/6247711028822861896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/6247711028822861896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/08/torched.html' title='Torched!'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-8913349783235397266</id><published>2007-07-30T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:30:21.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubleshooting</title><content type='html'>This is what my uncle is doing right now. Effective today he will be reassigned. This is also what I am about to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Nothing is certain yet. What is happening now is like what has happened a few days ago. A few days ago, broadsheets featured him that he will be transfered. No one confirmed nor deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its official for him... As for me, I don't know my calling, yet. I will explore my options if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's troubleshooting another department. As for me I don't know what I'll troubleshoot. A project or something with regards to my current stature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is certain. If you ask me 1 year ago what I plan to do, I can give you an answer without twitching my eyes. But if you ask me now, I do not know already. I don't know what is in store for me. All I know is, I will live my life a day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to places, got setbacks, got bigger setbacks, got experiences, got learnings, got redemptions, got wider networks, got older by a year. Well almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of loose ends that needs troubleshooting. What will happen? Let's just wait and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-8913349783235397266?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/8913349783235397266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=8913349783235397266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/8913349783235397266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/8913349783235397266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/07/troubleshooting.html' title='Troubleshooting'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-5676893578624330718</id><published>2007-07-30T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:37:48.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The DLSU-ADMU UAAP Rivalry</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, Araneta Coliseum was once again rocked by 2 schools that just can't get enough of each other.  Tickets are again selling like pancakes and flooded by green and blue colors. The game was intense and close. It needed an extra period just to have an outcome. Sadly, Ateneo won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, DLSU filled  a  protest on the game and contested that there are 2 foreign players that played at the same time. It was due to a technicality. I don't think those 2 players are key players and thus would affect the outcome of the game. At the end it was Chris Tiu and Jai Reyes who mattered and not those players who were mentioned in the broadsheets. I haven't even heard of these players who were involved anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough they violated a rule, true enough it may affect the team standings but I am confident enough that DLSU lost a good game and will bounce back. Just like the run last Sunday against UST. That game was lost. DLSU lacked the energy, heart and desire to win the game against ADMU. They simply wanted it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play on! Recover lost ground. Stop whining. Focus on how to bounce back and prove that La Salle is hungry, a force to contend with, and will go all the way and capture lost glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot was said. A lot were told. But action was  lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo, wait for the second round! It will be a hell of a fight.  La Salle, prove that you are worthy! Prove to the school, to the community, to the Philippines and to all those who doubted that you want the crown and want it badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint John Baptist de La Salle, Pray for Us! Leave Jesus in our hearts, FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMO LA SALLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-5676893578624330718?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/5676893578624330718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=5676893578624330718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/5676893578624330718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/5676893578624330718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/07/dlsu-admu-uaap-rivalry.html' title='The DLSU-ADMU UAAP Rivalry'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-6613928219357424819</id><published>2007-07-24T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:14:28.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for MICA to be the NEXT MYX VJ!</title><content type='html'>Just a few Pesos of your load!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text MYXMATCH [space] 8 and send to 2366.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-6613928219357424819?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/6613928219357424819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=6613928219357424819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/6613928219357424819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/6613928219357424819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/07/vote-for-mica-to-be-next-myx-vj.html' title='Vote for MICA to be the NEXT MYX VJ!'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-1989060205269484511</id><published>2007-07-16T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:10:21.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When People Do Not Talk</title><content type='html'>My friend was having trouble the past few days. He works for a universal bank here in the Philippines. He had troubles adjusting to the system. A few days ago, he was asked to resign. The HR told him that he has 2 options, resign or wait until his 6th month and he will not be regularized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him in order to save his 201, that he should resign now. This led to our numerous drinking sessions and long conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from him a few minutes ago as he tendered his resignation. I was supposed to call him since one of our closest friends arrived from China and there is a small get together later tonight. Then, he told me that his superiors were shocked that he tendered his resignation. The high official told him that what he knew was he will give my friend a suspension and then later evaluate his performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a miscommunication within the middle managers and the HR.  The company says there are problems with my friend's performance. This was true. Though there is inconsistency with their statements, it shows that there are bigger problems above him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were him, if they tell him that he should stay and there was a mistake, I would still leave. I don't like to work in an organization where people do not talk and people do not listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-1989060205269484511?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/1989060205269484511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=1989060205269484511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/1989060205269484511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/1989060205269484511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-people-do-not-talk.html' title='When People Do Not Talk'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-8867836860413436559</id><published>2007-07-15T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:39:14.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your F*ckin' Excuse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G5s1ItOkd68/RpoVYmho5JI/AAAAAAAAACU/xKDP3ahNikw/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G5s1ItOkd68/RpoVYmho5JI/AAAAAAAAACU/xKDP3ahNikw/s200/DSC00508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087402241471079570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with my friends last night.  It was something unplanned. People called, texted and there we were. In Marina, in Greenhills. We took advantage of their promo. Php 10.00 per bottle from 10-11 PM, Php 20 from 11-12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called a lot of people. Some people I have not seen for more than 2, 3, 4, and 5 years. A lot of them did not make it. Some are busy some are not answering. But there is this crazy friend of ours that is highly motivated! HE WENT TO THE PLACE USING THEIR DELIVERY TRUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made our night fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my point? People always say shoot, yeah, yes. But only a few step up to the plate and really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure people say that promises are meant to be broken. Than plans are there not to be followed. That white lies are acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? What's your f*ckin' excuse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-8867836860413436559?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/8867836860413436559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=8867836860413436559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/8867836860413436559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/8867836860413436559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-your-fckin-excuse.html' title='What&apos;s your F*ckin&apos; Excuse?'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G5s1ItOkd68/RpoVYmho5JI/AAAAAAAAACU/xKDP3ahNikw/s72-c/DSC00508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-4075696122281174030</id><published>2007-06-04T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:17:08.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>The home team was very confident. They trained hard, knew all the plays, bonded and had a great game plan. At the start of the game, they were in sync. Making threes, finishing 2 on 1 fastbreaks, sinking jumpers from all over the court. They were in the zone.  Everyone scored, everyone contributed. Their pressure defense was unbreakable. No one can pass by the mid court. They had their game face on. Intimidating the visitors, they were all business. As their sweat rushed from their heads and their jerseys were dripping wet. It is still the first quarter but their intensity was flowing in their bloods and showed in the way they moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like an orchestra, even a well oiled machine. Unfazed by the pressure. They continued to pour it on. They were like pro's playing against high school students. They were rocking the place down. Even their Center was hitting trifectas. It seems like everything was going in favor of the home team and the bucket in the other end was padlocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the buzzer sounded to signify the end of the first quarter, they were up by 15 points and it looks like they will never ever look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was going wild, the players were bumping their chests, cheering themselves, giving pats in each other's backs and the coach was very happy. But it was only after one quarter. There are still 3 more to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-4075696122281174030?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/4075696122281174030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=4075696122281174030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/4075696122281174030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/4075696122281174030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/06/part-1.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-6254794351369183875</id><published>2007-05-31T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:05:01.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobe's Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nba.com/media/act_kobe_bryant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.nba.com/media/act_kobe_bryant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started playing straight from high school. He was the 13th pick then, coming off a trade to then Charlotte Hornets for Vlade Divac. Kobe Bryant is now 28 years old, averaged over 32 points, 5 boards per outing this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is ranting that he wanted to be traded. After a few hours, he retrenched his statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mulit-million dollar question is, will he stay or will he leave the Lakers. He wants something in order for him to stay. Will the Lakers management lure KG or another good big man to compliment Kobe's game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is wait and see... The season for the Lakers is over and so are for most of the teams. Time to talk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-6254794351369183875?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/6254794351369183875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=6254794351369183875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/6254794351369183875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/6254794351369183875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/05/kobes-fate.html' title='Kobe&apos;s Fate'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-932180924635820914</id><published>2007-05-29T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:52:46.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manila Manila, I Keep Coming Back to Manila</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun in Thailand... It was a different experience... But nothing compares to Manila. Where the parties run longer, people are a bit wilder and vices are cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week I made it a point to catch up with my friends. We hanged out, had fun like the good old days... It's much different now that we are all working. But one thing stays the same. Our way of partying will never die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how fun other countries may be, Manila is still the place for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am open to other places also... We'll see... Only time would tell. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-932180924635820914?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/932180924635820914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=932180924635820914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/932180924635820914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/932180924635820914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/05/manila-manila-i-keep-coming-back-to.html' title='Manila Manila, I Keep Coming Back to Manila'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-8561591404812143816</id><published>2007-05-28T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:25:40.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salamat Sir!</title><content type='html'>I have a friend, his name is Tim,&lt;br /&gt;He went to another country to follow his dream;&lt;br /&gt;He had so much fun that he was lost,&lt;br /&gt;Everything disappeared even the one he treasured most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things in life that made him regret,&lt;br /&gt;His gold and silvers he tends to forget;&lt;br /&gt;He's life was a misery, he was robbed of his glory,&lt;br /&gt;Now that its gone, he is very much sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot from my friend Tim,&lt;br /&gt;Now I can avoid to commit mistakes like him;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my golds and silvers in sight,&lt;br /&gt;So that I won't worry when I sleep at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-8561591404812143816?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/8561591404812143816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=8561591404812143816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/8561591404812143816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/8561591404812143816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/05/salamat-sir.html' title='Salamat Sir!'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-6242992097966524978</id><published>2007-05-23T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:24:01.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear</title><content type='html'>There are things you hold that you have to release,&lt;br /&gt;Stop tormenting your soul with anguish;&lt;br /&gt;You have to let it out one way or the other,&lt;br /&gt;If your mind and heart are clear, it just feels better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials come by, Learnings are gained,&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people concerned, Only a few remained;&lt;br /&gt;Setbacks arise, Problems stacked up,&lt;br /&gt;The few who stayed, will lift you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advices from people can be right or wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Depending on every situation that comes along;&lt;br /&gt;But towards the end as you make your decision,&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you study each and every situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-6242992097966524978?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/6242992097966524978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=6242992097966524978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/6242992097966524978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/6242992097966524978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/05/clear.html' title='Clear'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-8528040960957048122</id><published>2007-05-22T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:49:06.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Great Tupac Shakur</title><content type='html'>You shot me but you punks did not finish! Now you feel the wrath of the menace... Hit em up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-8528040960957048122?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/8528040960957048122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=8528040960957048122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/8528040960957048122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/8528040960957048122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-great-tupac-shakur.html' title='From The Great Tupac Shakur'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-5590703635128268537</id><published>2007-05-22T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:44:33.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>After love there is hatred&lt;br /&gt;After joy there is sadness&lt;br /&gt;After pleasure there is pain&lt;br /&gt;After success there is failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some love you while some despise you&lt;br /&gt;Some save you while some stab you&lt;br /&gt;Some look up to you while some belittle you&lt;br /&gt;Some lift you up while some put you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you're up you must go down&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune will surely turn around&lt;br /&gt;You can never stay up and run the town&lt;br /&gt;Dogs will bark at the loudest sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom mai roo&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;Mai kaw chai&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs can be you best friend&lt;br /&gt;But they can be the reason why there is an end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-5590703635128268537?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/5590703635128268537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=5590703635128268537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/5590703635128268537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/5590703635128268537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/05/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-3271072762663861016</id><published>2007-05-22T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:22:30.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>The clock is ticking&lt;br /&gt;Buzzer almost sounding&lt;br /&gt;The end is near&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World is upside down&lt;br /&gt;Showing its frown&lt;br /&gt;Allies become foes&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badly beaten&lt;br /&gt;The end was written&lt;br /&gt;Hey y'all&lt;br /&gt;Curtain call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-3271072762663861016?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/3271072762663861016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=3271072762663861016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/3271072762663861016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/3271072762663861016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/05/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-3674899304574379506</id><published>2007-05-21T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:50:39.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Never Fair</title><content type='html'>We all know this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us learned it the hard way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-3674899304574379506?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/3674899304574379506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=3674899304574379506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/3674899304574379506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/3674899304574379506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-never-fair.html' title='Life is Never Fair'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-4278997026368598409</id><published>2007-05-15T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:17:33.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Lived</title><content type='html'>The don was on fire.&lt;br /&gt;Flaming with desire.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at its prey.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The don lost his men.&lt;br /&gt;Fell hard on the den.&lt;br /&gt;Loosing big marbles.&lt;br /&gt;Now faced with troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The don took a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Had a series of talks.&lt;br /&gt;Fabricating a plan.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The don is a blur.&lt;br /&gt;Puzzles occur.&lt;br /&gt;Will just live his days.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be amazed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-4278997026368598409?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/4278997026368598409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=4278997026368598409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/4278997026368598409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/4278997026368598409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/05/short-lived.html' title='Short Lived'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-4136528048150953363</id><published>2007-03-18T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T04:03:14.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is in Common???</title><content type='html'>Big Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Survivor,&lt;br /&gt;The Weakest Link,&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Race,&lt;br /&gt;The Apprentice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-4136528048150953363?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/4136528048150953363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=4136528048150953363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/4136528048150953363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/4136528048150953363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-in-common.html' title='What is in Common???'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-7247061267606936670</id><published>2007-02-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:24:14.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Valentine's Story</title><content type='html'>I am in Bangkok, Thailand. No one to hug, no one to kiss, no one to share this day with. All those I love are in Manila. My girlfriend, my family and my friends. It  may seem lonely. It may seem blue. I will not go out tonight. It may seem like a pity. It is not that I want to stay here are be sad. I'm getting ready for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a BIG day! It may be MONUMENTAL . But then again, it may also be a disappointment. My colleague will be flying here in a few hours. Actually, he is in transit as I write this blog. We are going to meet people that could change my company's fortune here in Thailand. I will elaborate when I feel like it. People close to me know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This maybe my big break. My first deal. My first closure. It is big for me. As a 22 year old man working on his first job, being given the power, freedom and responsibility of a "seasoned veteran" this is an experience from which will make me a different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 years ago, I had problems. Problems encountered mostly by people twice my age. I felt so down. so blue. so humiliated. The feeling is still very much alive in my heart. I learned, I forgave, but I never ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will use those feelings tomorrow and try to use them in this opportunity to make up for my past 2 vulnerable years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may win, and be proud!&lt;br /&gt;I may lose , and be vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is certain...&lt;br /&gt;Lessons I will gain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Valentines will begin when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;After my bags have been unpacked...&lt;br /&gt;I am not sad, not a bit...&lt;br /&gt;I'll only celebrate after my goals I meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to those who share this day with people they love,&lt;br /&gt;All the happiness I wish you may have,&lt;br /&gt;A romantic dinner, an BLISSful day,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Valentines Day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-7247061267606936670?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/7247061267606936670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=7247061267606936670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/7247061267606936670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/7247061267606936670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/02/different-valentines-story.html' title='A Different Valentine&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-6946886924421496102</id><published>2007-02-07T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T01:44:35.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My |Time is NOW!</title><content type='html'>THREE DAYS BEFORE TAKE OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I prepared? Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;Am I surprised? Surely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Trip to Thailand... It seems like home away from home... The first time I got there was an accident... I was not really meant to be there... Call it serendipity, call it coincidence, call it whatever you want... But this time I'll really go there for a purpose! This is my destiny! This is my life! And I will make the best of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared...&lt;br /&gt;My bags are not packed... But I am ready to go... I know my mission... It is not impossible... But it has to be accomplished! The stuff are prepared... My heart is prepared... My mind is all set!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised...&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone my age has the opportunity to handle such a responsibility... Some work in a typical office job... Some are still in school... Some work for their parents... But not me! I thought I would teach... I thought I would pursue a graduate school program... I thought I would run for office... But never in my wildest dreams did I ever thought of working away from home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of plans... I know they will be broken! I know they would perish... I will live everyday like it is my last... Take no prisoners... See you Thailand! I'm ready... Are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-6946886924421496102?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/6946886924421496102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=6946886924421496102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/6946886924421496102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/6946886924421496102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-time-is-now.html' title='My |Time is NOW!'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-9107006715585548703</id><published>2007-01-23T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:01:12.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Prove</title><content type='html'>Many times I have failed...&lt;br /&gt;Many times I bailed...&lt;br /&gt;I have been through hell and back...&lt;br /&gt;But I never did pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be useful...&lt;br /&gt;And my life to be fruitful...&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste success...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will reach the sky...&lt;br /&gt;I will aim very high...&lt;br /&gt;I will never settle...&lt;br /&gt;I will get my title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my motivation...&lt;br /&gt;That increases my passion!&lt;br /&gt;I will stay with my groove...&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got something to prove!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-9107006715585548703?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/9107006715585548703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=9107006715585548703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/9107006715585548703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/9107006715585548703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-to-prove.html' title='Something To Prove'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-2253638662215814304</id><published>2007-01-10T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T04:21:44.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remarkable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G5s1ItOkd68/RaP3MdUwMHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iel--yEskLI/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G5s1ItOkd68/RaP3MdUwMHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iel--yEskLI/s320/iphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018126203223027826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, at the start of the year, people look back at what happened the previous year and then reflect on it. After that, they end with "looking forward to a greater and brighter 2007" line. Well not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is the past and I'll backtrack whenever needed. But for now, I would like to look at the future... Not just 2007 but the future of the mobile phone technology. I just came home from the HOUSE of one of the brilliant minds behind the ideas and the soon to be success of the company I work for. But then this was unveiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing, Macintosh's iPHONE! The remarkable Steve Jobs added another remarkable product under his belt. It is almost perfect. It's an iPod, a mobile phone, a PDA, Mac and more.... But it has no camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the hell! I still want one!!! Mac geeks waited for this for 4 damn years! And I don't blame them! Its worth the wait. So to Nokia, who always has a new model but does not create something that is all,  get ready to shake like shit and pee on your pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to get my own iPod and I am not regretting this decision because of this! This is what I am eyeing for this year. If everything goes well this year, I will get one of these babies for myself as my overdue Christmas gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-2253638662215814304?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/2253638662215814304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=2253638662215814304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/2253638662215814304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/2253638662215814304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2007/01/remarkable.html' title='Remarkable'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G5s1ItOkd68/RaP3MdUwMHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iel--yEskLI/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-466351540114789978</id><published>2006-11-23T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T02:03:16.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Some things are just not meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;Some dreams never come true...&lt;br /&gt;Its very hard to accept and see...&lt;br /&gt;That these things are not for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pray so hard that a miracle would happen...&lt;br /&gt;Wandering and thinking about these things often...&lt;br /&gt;You feel frustrated and annihilated...&lt;br /&gt;Like your confidence and dignity tainted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if some things may seem out of reach...&lt;br /&gt;You still have the desire to get it...&lt;br /&gt;You will think hard about it below your sheets...&lt;br /&gt;You set blueprints that are impossible to meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound very bitter and depressing...&lt;br /&gt;But my human nature is the cause of this ranting...&lt;br /&gt;Life is never fair and it is a fact...&lt;br /&gt;Things just occur by just sheer luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i hope my dreams will be real...&lt;br /&gt;Something that I can see, feel, touch and hear...&lt;br /&gt;Like a real life multi-billion deal...&lt;br /&gt;One day I just hope that my path will be clear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-466351540114789978?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/466351540114789978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=466351540114789978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/466351540114789978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/466351540114789978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/11/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-8020503519480304005</id><published>2006-11-17T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:34:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>No one can have it all.&lt;br /&gt;No one can feel it all.&lt;br /&gt;No one can risk it all.&lt;br /&gt;No one can live it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone always gets disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Someone always fails.&lt;br /&gt;Someone always hope.&lt;br /&gt;Someone always succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is filled with tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;Life is filled with trials.&lt;br /&gt;Life is filled with struggles.&lt;br /&gt;Life is filled with success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't have everything...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems enough!&lt;br /&gt;But we must keep on fighting...&lt;br /&gt;Even if the going gets tough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-8020503519480304005?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/8020503519480304005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=8020503519480304005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/8020503519480304005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/8020503519480304005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-85625192228553363</id><published>2006-11-15T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:33:52.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand Associate</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep... I have nothing to do... I checked my friendster account and updated my profile... I want to be discreet with my job not because I am ashamed of it, but I look at it as merely a title... I decided to change it so that if people will do some research on me by viewing my profile, they'll know that I am really working... And I am proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my view, a brand associate is a just a short representation of what I REALLY do! To further elaborate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAND ASSOCIATE. a hungry for success son of a bitch that does not take no for an answer! someone who hates losing and is always optimistic on everything. a sneaky military man that is a great tactician. an asshole that is every inefficient person's nightmare. a go getter. a dreamer. pressure player. a predator that kills his prey. a lunatic that changes the way people do things. and a lion that wants to be on top of the food chain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't agree, i do not care! make your own! don't rant about it! i did not ask you to view this! this is who i am! this is what i do! this is what i want!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-85625192228553363?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/85625192228553363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=85625192228553363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/85625192228553363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/85625192228553363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/11/brand-associate.html' title='Brand Associate'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-1305839297830643633</id><published>2006-11-15T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:15.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gut Check</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a month since I came back from Thailand. It has been three weeks since the formulation of our new product has started. Now we are almost half the battle. We promised someone to deliver the goods by next year... And that we will do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I think that such will happen. When I started with my job almost 5 months ago, I thought that we are developing brands for the Philippines. I thought that what I studied in college was right. That a quality education will instantaneously guarantee success. I WAS DEAD WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to use 80% of what I have studied in my double degree course. All I am using is more on what values were instilled on me. Hard work, perseverance, and communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People notice how hard I work. And it is very flattering. I do not try to be benchmark or the "bibo" associate. I'm just enjoying my work and doing what is best for my company. I just strive hard in order to make my company grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not just hard work and a great mind that are needed to succeed. One must know how to communicate his thoughts to others, make them listen and lastly absorb what is said. Communication is needed in order to deliver what is inside your head to others. This will build relationships. Strengthen ties. And a key factor to one's success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have goals... I have dreams...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still far, thus it seems...&lt;br /&gt;It might take a while to come true...&lt;br /&gt;Everything depends on what I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will transpire is my gauge...&lt;br /&gt;To see if success in just in range...&lt;br /&gt;I'll do everything to be in the zone!&lt;br /&gt;So that all  I want I can own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-1305839297830643633?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/1305839297830643633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=1305839297830643633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/1305839297830643633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/1305839297830643633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/11/gut-check.html' title='Gut Check'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-116222686971884355</id><published>2006-10-31T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:08:02.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thailand Trip</title><content type='html'>I learned a lot from my first business trip. My boss gave me a picture of what to expect about Thailand. He told me that it was like Cebu. But hell no!!! We were both shocked of what it is! It's way better than Cebu and even way way better than the Philippines. I began thinking, if we they are a third world country, then what the hell are we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a country which has faced a coup de etat every five years, its very impressive compared to a country which faced mutineers once and another insurgent. Their cost of living is lower than that of Filipinos yet they seem contented. Its a very clean and disciplined place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What impressed me the most are the locals that we have talked to. Here, in order to do business and talk to a prominent person, one must have connections or else he will not be entertained. Suppliers are generally inefficient, distributors are arrogant, and businesses  rip off each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not there. Our team talked to some businesspeople, a President and some Managers, with ease. They are not like the ones here. A few messages and a phone call and then a meeting is set! I got to enhance my communication skills since I am talking to high ranking officials from another country and after each meeting, I learned more and more and gained even more confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can guess that somehow everything turned out fine from the way that I narrate my experience. It did. I am very happy and am looking forward to going back there and explore other countries in the future. It is a priceless experience and something to be treasured forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BY THE WAY, I have a message to Filipino Businessmen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Suppliers, you are in a lot of trouble if you are inefficient! People will resort to outsourcing to other countries that provide cheaper costs and more efficient services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Distributors, you don't have all the power in the world!!! You are only handling the Philippines and not the world!!! If you do not get your act together, someone better will earn the profits that are supposed to be yours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Politicians, why the hell can't you get along?! You say that you are there to serve the people. Yet you are there to have power and fight the administration and in turn neglecting the people whom you paid or placed you into office. Being a politician should not be considered a public service thing but a moneymaking extravaganza! You INVEST in CAMPAIGNS. When ELECTED you WANT TO GET PROFITS from taxpayers hard earned income. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not naive. I know that dirt is around... But if you really want to make this country work for us, you must start working for it. MAHIYA NAMAN KAYO! From a country that trained other countries, we suck like hell!!! SUPOT!!! We must change our ways  for the better and not for the worse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-116222686971884355?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/116222686971884355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=116222686971884355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/116222686971884355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/116222686971884355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/10/thailand-trip.html' title='The Thailand Trip'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-116044746493388521</id><published>2006-10-10T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:08:02.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving My Work</title><content type='html'>I never expected that I will love working. All of the poeple I engage conversations with drag their bodies to work, pray thhat every stome would be signal number 3, or their offices lose power just to have an excuse not to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I am one of the few that love going to work. I am working for a start up company that is filled with lively souls and young aggressive guns. We are a young group that's very hungry for success. The good thing is that I report direcctly to the owner unlike others who do not know whom they are working for (Who owns the whole P&amp;G, Unilever,etc). Before I dreamt of working for these multi-nationals and earning big bucks and getting numerous benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of all of the perks of working in a multi, some people are very much stressed with their jobs and are not happy. It's great to earn a lot but its not everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there are times that I am down and things get hard but its not the type that will make me give up on what I am doing. Things may get difficult but as we know, there is no fulfilling job that is easy. I don't know if anyone will beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I look forward everyday to go to work. For me its not work at all, its more on having fun doing things like a hobby. I dream to be a business tycoon one day and establish my own business that would last thru generations. And what better way to start that dream by learning the ropes and help a new gun to reach its goals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-116044746493388521?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/116044746493388521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=116044746493388521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/116044746493388521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/116044746493388521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/10/loving-my-work.html' title='Loving My Work'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-115889693439734418</id><published>2006-09-22T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:08:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.wbcboxing.com/WBCboxing/portal/images/champs/Manny%20Pacquiao%20CON%20CINTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="www.wbcboxing.com/WBCboxing/portal/images/champs/Manny%20Pacquiao%20CON%20CINTO.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I started my boxing training. I had this in mind a long time ago but I just cannot find time to make it happen. I enrolled in a small gym in Quezon City whose ambiance is a "cowboy" style place which is more hard core! These people take their boxing seriously like its their way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am not doing this to pick fights and brag. I'm doing this to lose weight and try something new. I'm done with fighting people. It's all in the past.  I was very hard headed as a kid. Now, I am more of a LOVER than a FIGHTER! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be Pacquiao who will risk getting his face shattered in order to get commercial deals, more money for gambling and help out the country. I don't need that shit! If ever I will, then I would do it in other ways. Ways thhat will not only benefit me, but benefit people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what ways, well as of the moment, I don't know yet. But I will get there.I'm quite positive with the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to boxing. On my first day, the training is a bit light but when I woke up the next day I found it hard to get out of my comfortable bed. hahaha! I was late for work! Damn!!! Then I realized how battered my entire body was. It was worse than my first day in the gym. The ironic thing is, I spent 2.5 hoours in the gym on my first day while I only spent 1.5 hours boxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I came back for day 2. The training was more intense and my body was hurt again. When I woke up Thursday morning, I had a harder time getting out of bed but I was not late anymore. I trained for 45 minutes but  felt like I was training for 4 hours. My fists were swelling and my body was tired. So tired that I stayed outside the gym for a while before driving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tonight, before going to an office party, I'll go boxing first. You might think that I am crazy with the way my 1st 2 sessions were. But I made a committment to myself and to my trainers. I had broken my word before and it will NEVER EVER happen AGAIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-115889693439734418?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/115889693439734418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=115889693439734418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115889693439734418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115889693439734418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/09/round-1.html' title='Round 1'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-115736187003617121</id><published>2006-09-04T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:08:01.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocodile Guy and Paris Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2529/3256/1600/paris-hilton-hamburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2529/3256/320/paris-hilton-hamburger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2529/3256/1600/r102415269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2529/3256/320/r102415269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy from Discovery Channel, Crocodile Hunter, was killed by a stingray. It's not a good news yet its ironic. Imagine his escapades. He handled crocodiles, snakes and more ferocious animals and he still lives. But not today. Its weird. But hence, since its not his forte, shit happens. I'm not a fan but its sad so hear such news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's Hot!" Say it again and your ass will be sued by the hotel heiress Paris Hilton. Apparently she registered the catch phrase in the IP office somewhere. Why? I just don't see the point. Then again maybe she does not know what to do with all that dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have not said that catch phrase... I'll just look at her picture and say,,, Damn she's hot! hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-115736187003617121?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/115736187003617121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=115736187003617121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115736187003617121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115736187003617121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/09/crocodile-guy-and-paris-hilton.html' title='Crocodile Guy and Paris Hilton'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-115735531081655249</id><published>2006-09-04T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:08:01.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the Brand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2529/3256/1600/01-09-06_1610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2529/3256/320/01-09-06_1610.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boss was in ANC last week. Half Moon Bibingcrepe was featured in Pia Hontiveros' show. He always kept on telling us, "Be the Brand!" In this case he did. As you can see, he's half bald. Similar to the Half Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guys sets an example for all of us. When you want people to believe you, you must do it first and show them that you can back up your word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may raise eyebrows on what he did. They may think he's crazy or something. Well for those who do, its GUTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing this to kiss ass or something. I am sharing this to everyone who wants to lead. Practice what you preach. Believe in your gut and be not afraid to be unique!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-115735531081655249?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/115735531081655249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=115735531081655249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115735531081655249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115735531081655249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-brand.html' title='Being the Brand'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-115735363008977239</id><published>2006-09-04T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:08:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wanna hug it out? Let's Hug It Out Bitch!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2529/3256/1600/ent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2529/3256/320/ent.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago I started to watch Entourage. A series in HBO. I was entertained with the way the story went along. It is the Sex in the City for men. Enough said. What's my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is one of the characters, Ari is the shark-like agent that handles Vince Chase (Adrian Grenier) a movie star that carries his crew everywhere, has this line that is like that of Paris Hilton's. Paris recently patented her quote "That's Hot!"(http://www.thespeciousreport.com/2005/05050217paris_hilton.html). Aris line is this... "Wanna hug it out? Let's Hug It Out Bitch!" and it paved way for this new series to be peopular. In  less than a year's time, Entourage is a hit and its a marketing that worked for HBO. For more info, click on this link.... http://maverix.typepad.com/brandingunbound/2006/02/hbos_entourage_.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-115735363008977239?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/115735363008977239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=115735363008977239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115735363008977239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115735363008977239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/09/wanna-hug-it-out-lets-hug-it-out-bitch.html' title='&quot;Wanna hug it out? Let&apos;s Hug It Out Bitch!&quot;'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-115735279326359526</id><published>2006-09-04T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:08:00.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why US Dream Team Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2529/3256/1600/james-inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2529/3256/320/james-inside.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did US lose again??? LeBron, D-Wade, Melo why? I'll tell you why! for those who play the game and follow the game, relying on the outside shot is a no no!!! Sure you may win a lot but when the time comes and you throw blanks, you're in deep trouble. And that's exactly what happened in the game against Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that they rely on threes, they have a very small frontline. These forwards and centers may be good, but not good enough! They need size and presence down low. They should have gotten the KG type. Yeah yeah so they did not play for numerous reasons but if given "an offer that cannot be refused", then they might have played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they will play like these the next tournaments, I will put my money on the Europeans to beat their asses again and again and again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-115735279326359526?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/115735279326359526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=115735279326359526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115735279326359526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115735279326359526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-us-dream-team-lost.html' title='Why US Dream Team Lost'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-115371142644821191</id><published>2006-07-24T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:07:59.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 SONA- “No to Imperial Manila, Yes to Regional Development”</title><content type='html'>Impeachment is something normal nowadays. Changing presidents is similar to changing clothes. The true essence of people power is lost. Today, as Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo gives her State of the Nation Address, militant groups are to hit the streets again and voice out their unending dismay of the current turmoil that the country faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that there will be some form of violence that will occur in this rainy day. Worse, water bombs could possibly hit these protesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rebels stay out, GMA will speak inside the Batasan Complex. Her speech will contain this slogan/motto/creed or whatever, “No to Imperial Manila, Yes to Regional Development.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say about this is... It's About Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro Manila is too crowded. There are a lot of people from the rural areas migrating to Manila that overpopulates the place and thus the other places remain stagnant, undeveloped and poor. The wages remain low in rural areas which results to the alleviation of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regional Development is Key. Once rural areas are developed, opportunities will be available to people in these areas and the migration rate will be much lesser than it is today. This would mean that Metro Manila would not be as populated as it is. This would result to less traffic, a decrease in unemployment rate (since more opportunities will be open), and more foreign investments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such will truly help the economy of our country in more ways than one. This is a move by the government that could be deeply appreciated by all if it pushes through smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-115371142644821191?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/115371142644821191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=115371142644821191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115371142644821191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115371142644821191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/07/2006-sona-no-to-imperial-manila-yes-to.html' title='2006 SONA- “No to Imperial Manila, Yes to Regional Development”'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369338.post-115239017680564987</id><published>2006-07-09T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:07:58.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Minds, Touching Hearts, Transforming Lives</title><content type='html'>In my life I dreamt of being a lot of things. A doctor, a basketball star, an actor, a rockstar, the President of the Philippines, an economic analyst, and a business tycoon. But never did I thought of being a teacher. I hated a lot of teachers, made fun of them and was very disrespectful owards most of them. Although I had some teachers that I gave high regard also, I did not plan on being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered college, I was so surprised. I was trying to get into a LIA-COM course, which is AB Economics and Business Management. That's what I intended to get in. But for some unfortunate case, I signed up for a wrong course... It was "Bachelor of Secondary Education Major in Economics and Bachelor of Science in Commerce Major in Business Management".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure the Economics and Business Management are still there. But the education thing made me thing twice. My friends laughed at me learning what had transpired. I was shocked and scared of being someone who made my life miserable and vice versa. I wanted to shift out after my 2nd term since that was the only time a freshman could shift. But for some strange reason, I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God I did. More than I hated the idea, I must admit it was a very fulfilling experience. I'm saying this because I experienced it first hand. Before graduating, I was assigned to a school in Las PiÃ±as, Elizabeth Seton School. At first I was so hesitant since one of my friend professors told me "YARI KA! BABALIK SAYO LAHAT NG GINAWA MO NUNG BATA KA!". But I never backed down from any challenge and I saw this one as an ultimate challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well from my co-faculties, my superiors, and my students. On my first day, all of my students hated me. But the end I left the school fulfilled. I taught high school Economics in Filipino, Religion (No one believes me!), Math, PE, and History. Everytime I go out of a room, I feel very fulfilled seeing my students learn (I have to test them to see of course). Even students that other teachers had problems with, I would still get make them learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of St. John Baptist De La Salle, my mission is to teach minds, touch hearts and transform lives. This is my creed. This is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I left my alma mater for 9 years and move on, I will still have this creed. There are other ways to teaching others' minds,touchingg their hearts, and transforming their lives. I may not be an educator in the formal field, but I am at heart. I will doeverythingg that I can in order for others to get some things from me, how little it may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30369338-115239017680564987?l=cholo11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/feeds/115239017680564987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30369338&amp;postID=115239017680564987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115239017680564987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30369338/posts/default/115239017680564987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cholo11.blogspot.com/2006/07/teaching-minds-touching-hearts.html' title='Teaching Minds, Touching Hearts, Transforming Lives'/><author><name>Pocholo Neri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00165753342090280672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAGmGHXce4k/TgDoD-vPe_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/VTeua9XVGKM/s220/DSC_0728.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
