<?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-6395821957778725651</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:38:43.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Erasures</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't erase anything for everything is worth writing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zetling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395821957778725651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zetling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zetling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353870121611978520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsXJhfvzYuA/SiGhVJE4pHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9Hf_sfrIe7U/S220/IMG-4129.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395821957778725651.post-5161717318394797168</id><published>2009-05-30T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:16:26.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divergence Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;I've often wondered what my future holds. Well, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, questions about the future have been swarming my mind. It keeps on pouring in that it makes my head ache. And my heart as well, I guess. I'm scared, ecstatic and excited at the same time. My emotions were flowing out like endless rain into a bucket. I'm practically on the verge of an emotional breakdown (well, sort of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have heard of my dilemma eons ago: my decision that is teetering between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;. They've already chided me that I could simultaneously pursue both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theater&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I am fairly sure that I could. However, I do not want to simply be mediocre in both of these fields. As any ambitious human being, I prefer to excel. To make a lasting name. It is quite difficult to excel if my attention is diverted to two things I both love. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already experienced first-hand the difficulty of combining my  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passion &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon-to-be-profession&lt;/span&gt;.  It was difficult but fulfilling, nonetheless. Here's the schedule I usually have when a production comes up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After class (5:50pm), go to rehearsals(7:00pm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Location A&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DLSU&lt;/span&gt;-M &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Location B&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bulacan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rehearsals will end around 10:30pm (if unlucky, 11:30pm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exams or homework to be submitted the other day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up at 4:45am or 5am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be on my way to school by 6am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It is quite difficult to keep up with my studies. Thank God, I was blessed with some intelligence. Or perhaps I should thank my parents for the genes. Stock knowledge is my lifeline in college and has never failed me yet. Since I never study (no seriously, I couldn't), my hope for exams is the retained knowledge from lectures I painstakingly listened to and some light reading during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LRT&lt;/span&gt; ride on my way to school. Though, I'm not really sure if this will apply to med school. Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, I admit I failed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; subject. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;INOCHE&lt;/span&gt;2 with Sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alea&lt;/span&gt;. I intentionally cut his class to make way for my dubbing dreams back then so its not technically counted! No stock knowledge! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now faced with a life-altering decision that I thought I have already decided on before. It was just a prelude when I was forced to make a choice between entering UP-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Diliman&lt;/span&gt; to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Theater Arts&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DLSU&lt;/span&gt;-M for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;. Now, I need to make a choice whether to pursue medicine or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Theater Arts&lt;/span&gt; outside the country. To pursue my passion, I need to leave everything behind. I almost teared up when Von (a very special person) showed his support with a sad smile. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;iiwan&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; no?" &lt;/span&gt;He jokingly said.  Even my parents are very supportive and I'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; falls upon my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline is fast approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395821957778725651-5161717318394797168?l=zetling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zetling.blogspot.com/feeds/5161717318394797168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zetling.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-less-travelled.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395821957778725651/posts/default/5161717318394797168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395821957778725651/posts/default/5161717318394797168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zetling.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-less-travelled.html' title='Divergence Zone'/><author><name>Zetling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353870121611978520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsXJhfvzYuA/SiGhVJE4pHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9Hf_sfrIe7U/S220/IMG-4129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395821957778725651.post-1221454743189613533</id><published>2009-05-30T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:34:37.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering a New Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        Truth be told, I am not really fond of making blogs, diary or journal entries. Instead, I opted for pictures in capturing significant and trivial moments that pass by. However, it has occurred to me that 'change is ever constant' and I'm willing to follow the road frequently traveled. I figured that I should change the media I use to convey my thoughts, feelings and whatnot. I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; with words from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         'No Erasures' is now open for those who would want to glimpse in a life so ordinary that it seemed almost magical. This is a world that has no room for erasures for it will contain every imperfections and delight that life has graced me with. Erasures are not needed and allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carpe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diem&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zetling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395821957778725651-1221454743189613533?l=zetling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zetling.blogspot.com/feeds/1221454743189613533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zetling.blogspot.com/2009/05/entering-new-comfort-zone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395821957778725651/posts/default/1221454743189613533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395821957778725651/posts/default/1221454743189613533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zetling.blogspot.com/2009/05/entering-new-comfort-zone.html' title='Entering a New Comfort Zone'/><author><name>Zetling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06353870121611978520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsXJhfvzYuA/SiGhVJE4pHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9Hf_sfrIe7U/S220/IMG-4129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
