<?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-1733079306558113346</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:50:21.863-08:00</updated><category term='No Classes'/><category term='teacherhood'/><category term='Feria'/><category term='Sylar'/><category term='Trunks'/><category term='Storm'/><category term='eraserheads'/><category term='Suspension'/><category term='Typhoon'/><category term='brothers'/><title type='text'>LOOK INTO MY EYES</title><subtitle type='html'>I am not the Ghost Rider, I am just Macho.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-1568272866187064344</id><published>2009-07-25T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T03:36:38.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Streak</title><content type='html'>24-6, 20-14 and 30-5. These were our scores this whole day and I have to admit, the team did not perform its best against those great teams. However, players who had real potential were observed. If Josh didn't leave us, perhaps, San Beda could have taken him instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-1568272866187064344?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1568272866187064344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=1568272866187064344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/1568272866187064344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/1568272866187064344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/losing-streak.html' title='Losing Streak'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-7466239593088889159</id><published>2009-07-09T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:51:04.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sylar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trunks'/><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/SlbWKcuIh4I/AAAAAAAAACE/ElIxSWQCmYo/s1600-h/P14-06-09_12.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/SlbWKcuIh4I/AAAAAAAAACE/ElIxSWQCmYo/s400/P14-06-09_12.58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356704281800509314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks and Sylar again. This time, I believe Sylar was about three months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/SlbWCSD1OYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DLKSQwnJw10/s1600-h/P04-05-09_20.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/SlbWCSD1OYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DLKSQwnJw10/s400/P04-05-09_20.16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356704141499775362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylar has now bloated his face. Soon you will see him as big as his tatay. Big and handsome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-7466239593088889159?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7466239593088889159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=7466239593088889159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/7466239593088889159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/7466239593088889159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/SlbWKcuIh4I/AAAAAAAAACE/ElIxSWQCmYo/s72-c/P14-06-09_12.58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-8677979665430951580</id><published>2009-06-24T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:37:08.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>I've read the book. And yes, absolutely, you can really tell that I am skeptical. I find the book interesting, as a fiction, but theologically, it doesn't sound too good for me. I am not limiting God, or His powers or attributes. Perhaps, some could say that I had been conditioned to refuse any kind of mystical encounter with God. Hearing voices? yes. Healing miracles? yes. But God, personifying? It sounds too unbiblical for me. It has been foretold that Christ will return again. But I don't think it would be that. I don't think that Mackenze's pit would cause a sudden return of the Lord. No, I believe that He eyes farther, bigger. Nonetheless, some of the concepts of the author were really touching. As a whole, despite of my skeptical attitude, I've learned and has reinforced one truth in my life because of the book, that life without God is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to give us life, and have it to the full. And there it was in the book, alive and empowered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-8677979665430951580?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8677979665430951580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=8677979665430951580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/8677979665430951580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/8677979665430951580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2009/06/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-2030880834671753058</id><published>2009-06-24T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:45:21.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suspension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typhoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Classes'/><title type='text'>Feria</title><content type='html'>Most students might have celebrated after learning that classes were suspended. But not with those who left their properties just to escape the harsh punch of the storm. Feria has taken lives, and has damaged properties. And until now, the weather forecast for Manila is suspended by whatever reason. Perhaps the storm has other plans. Anyway, I just hope that tomorrow will be bright. I myself need to finish my reports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-2030880834671753058?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2030880834671753058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=2030880834671753058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/2030880834671753058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/2030880834671753058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2009/06/feria.html' title='Feria'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-4437617601933517226</id><published>2009-06-23T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:17:09.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>In solitude and cold,&lt;br /&gt;I honestly cannot do anything,&lt;br /&gt;not even to fart.&lt;br /&gt;My mind's freaking me off.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand its terror,&lt;br /&gt;it's too comical.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that there are better things to do during rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it falling, soon, you'll find me trapped,&lt;br /&gt;shivering, insane and helpless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-4437617601933517226?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4437617601933517226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=4437617601933517226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/4437617601933517226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/4437617601933517226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2009/06/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-1548840776164141175</id><published>2009-05-28T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:06:33.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Board Marker</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to title this as chalk, but no, I no longer use that old-school teaching aid. The Board Marker, however, functions in the same way though there are great distinctions between the two. And obviously, I prefer using the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's with the marker anyway? Nothing actually. I was actually hoping that I could write again anything about this coming school season but it seems that my head needs to rest. After all, I'd been spending hours memorizing the flags, the maps and their places and even great places to go. Familiar? Perhaps you are. I'm referring to Facebook's Geo Challenge and my countless hours over that interesting game. Maybe I should stop this Board Marker thing and rather see my just-downloaded film, "Facing the Giants". Oh.. I shouldn't have posted this, the Zealots are going to kill me for being unrighteous, or maybe throw a stone at me. Well, I can take the stones, JUST DON'T HIT MY LAPTOP! Or these zealots will find their selves becoming zealous on hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just me again and a bunch of non-sense things running on my fingers. I just hope that FOX reconsiders their statement about terminating The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I will surely miss Cameron, that lovely terminator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the title, wasn't really something I've given thoughts. As I've said I need to rest... My systems are breaking down... Sorry for the disturbance. I promise that the next entries will be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-1548840776164141175?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1548840776164141175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=1548840776164141175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/1548840776164141175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/1548840776164141175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2009/05/board-marker.html' title='The Board Marker'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-2839543390758315815</id><published>2009-05-21T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:05:28.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God and Evil II</title><content type='html'>After making some research, queries and surveys, I got convinced that EVIL was not created by God but was a part of His sovereign will. After all, I was so stupid not to see that evil is not even a thing that requires creation. As what gotquestions.org has told me, evil has the same distinction with a hole, with darkness and heat and other parallel concepts. These things do not require creation. They didn't need God to say their creation words, no they never did. Rather, they just needed His approval to exist. These are absences of particular donuts, they do not tangibly exist, though intangibly yes. Darkness is just the absence of light, hole is just the absence of any solid thing, coldness is the absence of heat, so as evil is the absence of God. Now for those skeptics out there, let me clear the idea of God being omnipresent. This idea do not inhibit opposition to this God's great attribute. These are two different concepts and cannot be used at the same time. Anyway, God is sovereign. He knows better than what I think about this thingy, He's even far better than the monergists at mongergism.com and gotquestions.org. We just need to trust His intelligent design which at the end will stand victorious over evil. Because His presence will ever be shadowing us forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-2839543390758315815?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2839543390758315815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=2839543390758315815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/2839543390758315815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/2839543390758315815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-and-evil-ii.html' title='God and Evil II'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-3253998519641328112</id><published>2009-05-19T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:19:26.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God and Evil</title><content type='html'>After weeks of reading and meditating on the book of Job, I got convinced that God is really sovereign. His plans cannot be thwarted (c.42.v.2) and even what Job experienced was actually from Him (c.42.11). Matthew Henry, in his commentary on Romans 9, said that: &lt;br /&gt;"And herein God is to be considered, not as a rector and governor, distributing rewards and punishments according to his revealed laws and covenants, but as an owner and benefactor, giving to the children of men such grace and favour as he has determined in and by his secret and eternal will and counsel: both the favour of visible".&lt;br /&gt;It is very clear that God does not portray a leader-like stature but rather a big-time owner whose ultimate end is to glorify Himself by enjoying Himself forever (Desiring God, John Piper). And that enjoyment is fulfilled in the presence of evil, where His Name triumphs on, thus gets the glory forevermore. Therefore, I have to admit that my stand on His sovereignty hangs on the belief that evil was actually authored by Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-3253998519641328112?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3253998519641328112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=3253998519641328112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/3253998519641328112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/3253998519641328112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-and-evil.html' title='God and Evil'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-4415041168125258114</id><published>2009-05-11T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:57:00.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Nine Minutes of My Work Today</title><content type='html'>After almost a month of sleeping and getting paid, I've put my bike back on track again. I've met my new students, two and three year olds, hanging around my prepared environment. The funny thing is nothing was actually expected to be worked out today. I just spent my first three hours with the funny kids, then a lunch at home and a legendary three-hour surfing activity. And within five minutes I'll be off again. Perhaps, buy a cake for my loving wife, or a box of rice at Chowking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A... I don't know. "I just don't feel myself lately. It's just about this clock. It's a minute late."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-4415041168125258114?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4415041168125258114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=4415041168125258114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/4415041168125258114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/4415041168125258114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-nine-minutes-of-my-work-today.html' title='The Last Nine Minutes of My Work Today'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-4562240925175235966</id><published>2009-01-18T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:39:46.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness</title><content type='html'>With nothing in mind, I opened my word processor thinking nothing. There’s actually nothing to write about, nothing that can actually make me process my thoughts. It’s only absolute nothingness, and that’s what I have tonight, and what I am, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how pitiful am I, to be a senseless creation, created with nothing, living with nothing and looking for nothing. Though my desires seem to be good at all, the truth is, they are not, they are just all decoys, never really revealing what I am really made of. It’s just a façade, nothing truthful, because I am totally nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how disgusting is my life, living and breathing a repeated routine of nothingness. Thinking that I am doing something but no, I am just a poor being trapped in the dimension of nothingness. I’ve never actually achieved anything. And if there is any, there has been anything, that I’ve thought that has made me land on the moon, then I’d been fooling myself to brag about it, cause there was nothing there. I’ve just made a few rings of waves but actually have done nothing. And those waves, would just surface in a few seconds but shoot, a few seconds more and they are gone, onto nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how miserable is my life, eating, drinking and getting merry. Everything seems to be fine but everything is empty as well. I took a cup of tea thinking that there was a great blend of liquid poured into it, but the cup was empty. It looked full in the outside, it even looked heavy, but there was none to drink, nothing to celebrate about. I might have showed a very peaceful, happy and contented life, but behind the curtains of the cocktails hides the devious creature, waiting for a fly to be trapped in my web and devour the smelly flesh of it. I am too evil, crooked and unloving, yet the world sees me as someone who is ought to be leading them, someone whose voice can lead the herd back into the fold, and someone whose strength can beat a thousand battalions of Phalanx. They all think that way, but they are all wrong. For I cannot even protect myself, I cannot even find my way back to my own place and I cannot even speak for what I want. I am too childish, and too callous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, despite my evil and bloodlust desires, there was someone whose arms were open wide. One whose eyes for me looked beyond my misery and disgust, one whose soft voice was enough to overpower my thunderous voice. He is the one, whose face was ready to accept shame, so that I can finally come to his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deserve your help, but you gave it. I can’t even look at you, but your eyes are fixed on me, how can I not see that? I don’t even deserve to live, but there you are, living a life for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deserve you, I am nothing, and you are everything. But why this act?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t care anymore,  I cannot understand why, probably, I will never know why. But seeing you around me makes me more eager to trust and know, not why, but how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me fall into again into nothingness and find my everything… you…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-4562240925175235966?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4562240925175235966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=4562240925175235966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/4562240925175235966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/4562240925175235966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothingness.html' title='Nothingness'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-7114037500193855201</id><published>2008-09-06T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:24:15.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><content type='html'>I've been too busy with the material world and now I'm looking for my place again. I feel lost, unsure, quite anxious and still farting. I indulged myself too much again with the things that I have and I lost again the commonality of the visual presence. Well, I just think I need a few breaks for me to fly again. After all, the past weeks were really too busy and up to now, I'm still working to have this unfinished businesses be fished out. Lesson plans, Casa Checklists and Report Cards, plus the upcoming sports event on the third week of this month. And oh, it's my wife's birthday on the fifteenth, well, I have to utilize my time again properly to maintain my sanity. And oh, my bills again, on the fifteenth, collectors will be roaming the school again, I just hope that I'll be able to make the ends meet there. I just don't feel comfortable having unpaid bills. They all seem to be unending yet I know, that I can still hold them in my hands. In comparison with the guts of someone who had his hands nailed on a cross, mine is too fragile. And I'll be needing his bloody hands again to back me up, I don't care if it's messy, as long as it is Him, I won't care a bit. And I know, beside Him, I can fart without thinking Him getting mad at me, He understands it, after all.&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I am supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where I can smile, unwind, free, relax and fart....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-7114037500193855201?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7114037500193855201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=7114037500193855201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/7114037500193855201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/7114037500193855201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-7513288597535104275</id><published>2008-08-03T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T06:51:52.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads'/><title type='text'>The Eraserheads are coming back to town!</title><content type='html'>I may be late in my announcement but Ely Buendia, the band's lead vocalist just announced their reunion concert via radio and television. They'll be staging it at the CCP grounds with a forty-five minute runtime on August 30, 2008. The great news about it is, it is ABSOLUTELY FREE. You may even join online contests and raffles in other sites. Some say that they'll be playing it for ten million pesos, probably 2.5 m each. Well, it sounds good that they'll be playing again but I doubt it if they'll be doing it again as Eraserheads. As we all know, the great historical, pivotal band in the 90's broke up last 2001 due to some roadie reasons. I won't state the reasons anymore since anyone can browse about it in the net. The thing is, they will be together, but how long will it take. Had the two parties, Ely's and the three stoogies' went into good conversations again? Or are they just playing it for the cash. I can't blame them if the reason is the latter but to consider the fans raged with their upcoming concert, they should do it as Eraserheads. Not Ely's, Not Raims or Marcus or Buddy but Eraserheads.&lt;br /&gt;   See you in the field!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-7513288597535104275?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7513288597535104275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=7513288597535104275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/7513288597535104275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/7513288597535104275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/eraserheads-are-coming-back-to-town.html' title='The Eraserheads are coming back to town!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-571076418049137826</id><published>2008-08-02T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:11:26.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earning Cash Online</title><content type='html'>I really don't know but I was persuaded to trust this Paid To Click sites. My trials took me a few days and now, I have transformed my trials into a habit. I even invited some of my friends with my newly discovered way of earning money. It is not that much but at least in some way, you can expect something just for browsing and blogging. As of now, I was able to collect a dollar and 65 cents from one site, a dollar and 20 cents from another, 55 cents from another and a40 cents earning from another again. I just can't imagine that I am earning almost four dollars just by clicking ads and doing Paid To Post forums. And honestly, I believe I am being hooked in their attractive faces. I just hope that I won't get scammed or fooled because if these sites fail to satisfy my expectations, I will surely have a hard time moving on because I have invested a lot of time working on my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-571076418049137826?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/571076418049137826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=571076418049137826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/571076418049137826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/571076418049137826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/earning-cash-online.html' title='Earning Cash Online'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733079306558113346.post-2496500347009699452</id><published>2008-08-01T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:13:14.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacherhood'/><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>Hey, thanks for taking a minute in my blog. I'd been into blogging but never been this active. Since the day I was able to buy a laptop, the internet has always excited me, and I thank God for that. There are actually lots of things that I can share to you dear reader, but let me just express my excitement towards my life these days. As you see in the blog's name, I am a teacher. A fat, jolly, trying-to-look-good, funny and great teacher. And the thing is, I am not as rich as anyone as you think because teachers here in the Philippines are one of the least paid professionals. I regret that I am now working for a low wage, but joyful whenever I am in the presence of my pupils. My teacherhood has somehow helped me recognize my own strengths and weaknesses. I know that I may always be behind every significant events or gadgets which require a large sum of money. But it is not a block to my fortune. And my fortune tastes as successful as others do, and it is in the smiling faces of my kids. I will never swap those tiny smiling faces for a million bucks. I really love the expressions of their faces showing contentment inside my room, having a hard lesson learned, and a poopoo washed away by their own hands. And those things complete my joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733079306558113346-2496500347009699452?l=themachoteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2496500347009699452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1733079306558113346&amp;postID=2496500347009699452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/2496500347009699452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733079306558113346/posts/default/2496500347009699452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themachoteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633754161087334072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrKHRGBuoCQ/S-jAt9uVjuI/AAAAAAAAACM/cvovvmzi-Po/s1600-R/grass-man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
