<?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-12329246</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:45:11.777+08:00</updated><category term='glamour'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='forward'/><category term='friendster'/><category term='funny'/><category term='old'/><category term='shoot'/><category term='movies'/><category term='regal'/><category term='tf'/><category term='commercial'/><category term='tvc'/><category term='vtr'/><category term='stalking'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='camp'/><category term='ben redulla'/><category term='temptation island'/><category term='kitsch'/><category term='modelling'/><category term='joke'/><category term='email'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='model'/><category term='multiply'/><category term='profile'/><title type='text'>Random Musings &amp; "Occasional" Kvetch</title><subtitle type='html'>random. &lt;i&gt;occasional&lt;/i&gt;. chance. &lt;i&gt;unintentional&lt;/i&gt;. unplanned. &lt;i&gt;undesigned&lt;/i&gt;. unpremeditated. &lt;i&gt;unintended&lt;/i&gt;. unexpected. &lt;i&gt;fortuitous&lt;/i&gt;. accidental. &lt;i&gt;hit-or-miss&lt;/i&gt;. offhand. &lt;i&gt;casual&lt;/i&gt;. haphazard. &lt;i&gt;aimless&lt;/i&gt;. adventitious. &lt;i&gt;stray&lt;/i&gt;.

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yep. that's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-4213367982643399362</id><published>2011-09-11T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:00:11.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Blogging now?</title><content type='html'>As if my constant Instagramming (and subsequent cross-posting to Twitter and Facebook and even Foursquare) wasn't enough, I came across the Blogger app for iPhone. So there. Let's see how this mutha werks using my ancient blog archive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy. I haven't posted here in over a million years. Must I start again? I don't even have time to finish cramming in my tiny brain all those work stuff which I have to memorize for the road shows abroad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having the luxury of time to blog 2-3 or even more posts per day. What I would've given back then for mobile blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this fucking keypads are killing me.  Thank god for wireless keyboards, albeit ridiculously pricy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now? &lt;Insert virtual sigh here&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-4213367982643399362?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/4213367982643399362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=4213367982643399362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4213367982643399362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4213367982643399362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2011/09/mobile-blogging-now.html' title='Mobile Blogging now?'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>San Antonio Makati City</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.566162 121.010216</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8124417291112573877</id><published>2009-03-24T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:01:16.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hour for Gaia</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.voteearth2009.org/support/banners/VoteEarth_300x250_switch.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.voteearth2009.org/support/banners/VoteEarth_300x250_switch.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8124417291112573877?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8124417291112573877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8124417291112573877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8124417291112573877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8124417291112573877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-hour-for-gaia.html' title='One Hour for Gaia'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-2186065480158806054</id><published>2009-02-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:59:37.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECIPE: Pesto-Butter Spread</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaTo-AoKCCEAACHEfuU1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If, like me, you're one of those people who are constantly ambushed by visitors who invite themselves to dinner or lunch or any other meal in between, you'd of course need time to prepare a "surprise" meal...while in the mean time needing to shut their mouths so you could concentrate on your cooking. And when they're already hungry when your ingredients are just starting to thaw out and still a few hours more before food's ready, this recipe's a good one to keep them semi-full and have them stop complaining. Just make sure you have wheat bread (or any variant would do), baguettes or pita bread ready to spread these onto. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;And, oh...make sure to prepare this WAY IN ADVANCE...as Ate Vi says, "you can never can tell" when these (unwanted--hehe) visitors would pop in and you'd need to serve this quick appetizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;You will need&lt;/span&gt;: fresh basil leaves (young leaves preferably), extra-virgin (yeeeeah) olive oil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;half a block (or whole, depending on your need) of butter or solid margarine, salt and pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 214px;HEIGHT: 211px;" height="241" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaTnwwoKCCEAAAIQkPg1/basil-leaves.jpg?et=DCkd4goR5e7vP6F3JqwGIQ&amp;nmid=0" width="213" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 252px;HEIGHT: 172px;" height="134" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaTo-AoKCCEAACHEfuU1/butter.jpg?et=ClLdQImVf9uR5FRmhQckdA&amp;nmid=0" width="209" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;You will also need&lt;/span&gt;:  a blender and some ice cube trays (try those fancy shapes just for fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(53,53,53);"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR THE PESTO:  &lt;/strong&gt;Put enough basil leaves into a blender. Add at least half a cup (yes, I said at least...so feel free to throw in the whole freaking bottle) of extra virgin olive oil. Add salt and pepper to taste. Blend ingredients until you get a gooey consistency--ensuring, however, that they don't end up looking like Gerber goo. (You may end up making a lot of this pesto, so make sure to save some in the fridge. This makes a really good pasta sauce, too)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now that the pesto's ready, melt the butter/solid margarine in a teflon fan over low heat. Careful not to burn it or to make it dry up--or it won't solidify again....EVERRRRRRRRR. Remove pan from the stove. (Note that you can also melt the butter in a microwave-safe bowl, you lazy ass boi)  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Add enough pesto mixture into the melted butter. It's not a perfect science...so just stop when you see a good amount of the greens mixing with the yellows.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Spray ice cube trays with cooking oil in a can. Pour mixture into tray and put the trays into the chiller (not the freezer, duh). In about an hour, it should solidify into a good firm form. You can keep it there or pop them out and transfer into plastic or non-stick containers.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaTsEAoKCCEAADZud4E1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 213px;HEIGHT: 207px;" height="251" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaTsEAoKCCEAADZud4E1/DSC02548.JPG?et=AFafrJVKg2%2BiLhtLApyqRQ&amp;nmid=0" width="241" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;These keep for up to 6 months as long as they're in the fridge. Serve as spread with bread, or melted as dips.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-2186065480158806054?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/2186065480158806054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=2186065480158806054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2186065480158806054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2186065480158806054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/02/recipe-pesto-butter-spread.html' title='RECIPE: Pesto-Butter Spread'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-176579870911962473</id><published>2009-02-03T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:36:53.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race to the Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 16px 'Times New Roman';TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 2px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 305px;HEIGHT: 189px;" height="391" src="http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7015/benhamiloql0.jpg" width="597" border="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[[Feature article in the upcoming issue of Hamilo Post: Official Newsletter of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picodeloroclub.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pico de Loro&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;]]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The idea of traveling on foot up the mountains never really appealed to me, especially after I've injured my left kneecap almost two years ago. So when I got a call to join a trekking exercise with friends at Pico de Loro Cove in Hamilo Coast, I was not exactly fired up. Little did I know that, hours after the day was over, I would still be babbling about it...fondly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;We left Manila just as the sun was peering from the horizon. We hardly felt the two and a half hour drive, thanks to banters about office anecdotes, and comic relief from the kitschy and quirky 80’s decade. But that's a totally different story!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;We knew we had arrived at Hamilo Coast when we passed by the majestic landscaped entrance and guardhouse. After a short drive of scenic, winding roads, we finally reached the Pico de Loro beach. When the trekking team was complete, we began the hike to the peak—walking on pristine white sand and passing through dense mangroves to reach the foot of the hills. The Hamilo Coast estate management (HCEM) staff who doubled as our guides, gear caddies, security, and first aid crew led the way through a lush growth of trees wild plants, dried leaves&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and twigs. The idea of being in the midst of the wilderness, disconnected from the chaos of the city (though mobile phone signals were unbelievably strong) and in communion with nature was more than enough impetus to drive us higher up into the highland. Not even the thought of running into forest snakes (which we were told as very unlikely) or even&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;encantos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(nature elementals) stifled that strong impulse to reach the top. At some point, we were all quietly striding through the trail, all in awe of the sense of peace and quiescence of the woods.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;While we had to stop every once in a while to take photos, we would grab every opportunity to soak in the beauty of the forest around us. It was quite a hike, and because I hardly touched my breakfast before the trek—how smart was that?—I started feeling weak&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I’m diabetic, so hypoglycemia started kicking in&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;) Everybody in the team, especially the HCEM staff, was very helpful: they offered water, a bite from their yet untouched Egg McMuffins from breakfast, and even helped carry my backpack. Using their two-way radios, the HCEM staff were even kind enough to be able to contact ground personnel to get my medication, which I had left in the van. Fifteen minutes later, I was back on my feet and we headed up again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Three or four stops later, we finally reached our target—one of the numerous observation decks scattered in the mountaintops of Pico de Loro Cove. The view was astounding. No immobilizing&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;--&lt;/font&gt;and not because we had acrophobia, but because you would best be completely still to absorb the magnificence of the view from the top. The surrounding mountains made us feel miniature with its majestic stretch; the lapis lazuli sky almost kissing its reflection on the tranquil waters; and the cool sea and mountain breeze embracing each other, muffling the heat of the scorching sun. For an amateur trekker like myself, this hike was utterly challenging, even daunting…but surveying the grandeur of God’s creation like that from where I was, it was definitely worth all the trouble.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;We took a couple more photos on the observation deck, while at the same time imagining how spine-tingling it would be to experience the zip line (from the deck rushing down to the beachfront) once that amenity is completed. Below—luminescent flags along the shore, the unsullied powder white sand, the unruffled strides of the almost Lilliputian people enjoying the sun, and the sea competed for our attention. Since it was already noon, we decided to head back down to have lunch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Less than thirty minutes later, we were back to&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;where we started from—barely a quarter of the time it took for us to climb the highland. We enjoyed a feast of local delicacy, which the staff personally prepared for us. We also toured the cove’s marketing and visitor’s center—Pico Point—an architectural wonder that was like a big tree house perched on a steep cliff near the beach. After which, we spent a very relaxing moment lounging under a tent on the shores of Pico de Loro beach. All the aches we endured during the trek seemed to disappear, just sipping some iced-cold teas and vodka, and staring at the vastness of the cove itself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;In a few hours, we called it a day and headed home but&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;not without passing through the town proper to feast on some glorious local specialties such as the renowned halo-halo and pork barbecue from Aling Seling's. The drive back to Manila was slightly longer due to the weekend traffic, but was still enjoyable and seemingly fast—what with stories of the day's trek, the gastronomic treats, and of course...more fun conversations and 80's trivia!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN: 0px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;If I were to be invited yet again to join this spirit-stimulating, endurance-challenging, and nature-tripping experience, I will do this trek again in a heartbeat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-176579870911962473?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/176579870911962473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=176579870911962473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/176579870911962473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/176579870911962473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/02/race-to-top.html' title='The Race to the Top'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-322412074852847097</id><published>2009-01-20T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:20:21.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ube Ba 'Ika Mo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 197px;HEIGHT: 251px;" height="614" src="http://sylviagarza.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/the_color_purple1.jpg" width="309" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;According to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Color_Purple_(film)"&gt;The Color Purple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt; is a &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px/19px -webkit-sans-serif;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;1985&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;drama film&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;directed by&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Steven Spielberg. It is the eighth film directed by Spielberg and is based on the&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pulitzer Prize-winning&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;novel of the same name&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alice Walker. The film tells the story of a young&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;African American&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;girl named Celie and shows the problems faced by African American women during the early 1900s; including&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;poverty,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;racism&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sex discrimination. The character Celie is transformed as she finds her self-worth through the help of two strong female companions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px/19px -webkit-sans-serif;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px/19px -webkit-sans-serif;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;It stars Hollywood big names (then almost virtually newbies) Whoopi Goldberg, Danny Glover, Margaret Avery, and Oprah Winfrey. With such a powercast, you would think these actors would try to "outdo" each other...but the entire ensemble makes the story work so seamlessly that you don't think of them as Whoopi or Oprah but as the very submissive Celie or the emotionally explosive (er...even implosive) Sofia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px/19px -webkit-sans-serif;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px/19px -webkit-sans-serif;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;This movie almost didn't win any award--especially in the Academy Awards. But to hell with those award-giving bodies. In my heart of hearts, this movie is one of the most moving, emotionally-contagious, and edge-of-seat-gripping movies I have watched. And thanks to the ever-dependable uTorrent client, I was able to grab hold of an &lt;font size="2"&gt;ü&lt;/font&gt;ber-crystal-clear copy of the DVD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px/19px -webkit-sans-serif;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px/19px -webkit-sans-serif;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;Here are the links for download--in iPod Movie format. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px/19px -webkit-sans-serif;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px/19px -webkit-sans-serif;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/80541139/ccdd4886/Purple__1985_part1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/80543983/6be6e160/Purple__1985_part2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/80546382/26a8a412/Purple__1985_part3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/80557257/67720a32/Purple__1985_part4.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/80560226/8543ee0a/Purple__1985_part5.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-322412074852847097?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/322412074852847097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=322412074852847097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/322412074852847097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/322412074852847097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/ube-ba-mo.html' title='Ube Ba &amp;#39;Ika Mo?'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8834664443272608480</id><published>2009-01-19T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:06:43.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Tunay na Copy-Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SXWFuwoKCCEAAAebKwk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" height="232" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SXWFuwoKCCEAAAebKwk1/bbc-cover.jpg?et=SfhHPhlWSf3RJJfCP9J82A&amp;nmid=0" width="235" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Since I've been posting versions of popular songs or timeless classics, I figured, what the hell...might as well post the more contemporary, alternative, funky covers of recent and not-so-recent hits--all with spunk and a kick in your gut.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Here's my collection of the best hits from BBC Radio's Radio 1 Established and Live Lounge (massive collection from different volumes which I've gathered all this time), which I aply called BBC Radio 1 Explosion (enter Menudo..."...My love for you.. Lalalalalalalala"). Tracks included in this "Best Of" collection are:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;Athlete, If I Ain't Got You&lt;br&gt;Biffy Clyro, Umbrella&lt;br&gt;Bloc Party, Say It Right&lt;br&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae, Sexyback&lt;br&gt;Daniel Beddingfield, Somebody Told Me&lt;br&gt;Foo Fighters, Band On The Run&lt;br&gt;Franz Ferdinand, What You Waiting For&lt;br&gt;Girls Aloud, With Every Heartbeat&lt;br&gt;Gossip, Careless Whisper&lt;br&gt;Groove Armada, Crazy For You&lt;br&gt;Hard Fi, Toxic&lt;br&gt;Jamelia, Numb&lt;br&gt;Just Jack, Lovefool&lt;br&gt;Keane, Dirrtylicious&lt;br&gt;Keane, Under Pressure&lt;br&gt;Keane, With or Without You&lt;br&gt;Klaxons, My Love&lt;br&gt;Klaxons, No Diggity&lt;br&gt;KT Tunstall, Get Your Freak On&lt;br&gt;Maximo Park, Like I Love You&lt;br&gt;Mutya Buena, Fast Car&lt;br&gt;Natasha Beddingfield, Somewhere Only We Know&lt;br&gt;Natasha Bedingfield, Chasing Cars&lt;br&gt;Natasha Bedingfield, Ray Of Light&lt;br&gt;Natasha Bedingfield, Scientist&lt;br&gt;Orson, Push the Button&lt;br&gt;Paolo Nutini, Rehab&lt;br&gt;Pigeon Detectives, The Power Of Love&lt;br&gt;Razorlight, Englishman In New York&lt;br&gt;Stereophonics, Nothing Compares 2U&lt;br&gt;Stereophonics, You Sexy Thing&lt;br&gt;The Automatic, Love in this Club&lt;br&gt;The Enemy, Father And Son&lt;br&gt;The Feeling, You're So Vain&lt;br&gt;The Kooks, All That She Wants&lt;br&gt;The Streets, Your Song&lt;br&gt;The Zutons, Valerie&lt;br&gt;Will Young, Dontcha&lt;br&gt;Will Young, Hey Ya!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;My personal favorites include those of Natasha Bedingfield, Keane, Corrine Bailey Rae and Jamelia.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Download here:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/81387300/d1d2dfb/BBCpart1.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="3"&gt;Part 1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="3"&gt;          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/81547007/8296081d/BBCpart2.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="3"&gt;Part 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="3"&gt;          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/81550747/4302ca95/BBCpart3.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8834664443272608480?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8834664443272608480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8834664443272608480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8834664443272608480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8834664443272608480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/ang-tunay-na-copy-cat.html' title='Ang Tunay na Copy-Cat'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-3693976148911679194</id><published>2009-01-14T07:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:22:50.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Nothing But a Second-Rate Trying Hard Copycat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 267px;HEIGHT: 235px;" height="235" src="http://www.kabayancentral.com/video/lvn/jaimechato.jpg" width="242" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Reposted from Maita's Email. BWEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE (pa-intro lang ng "Because if it's from Seiko, it masss be gooood!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The Top Twenty Signs That You're Watching A Pinoy Movie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;1. Sasayaw sa likod ng puno ng buko pag nasa beach yung scene. Alternate pa 'yung mga ulo nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;2. 'Yung kontrabida yayakap sa bida, sabay taas ng kilay at ngingisi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;3. Uuwi ang bida na may dalang pancit sa kanyang nanay na si Anita Linda. Tatawagin nito ang mga bata para kumain, at kakamustahin ng bida ang pag-aaral habang kumakain ng pancit. Biglang may titigil na sasakyan sa harap ng bahay at pauulanan ng baril ang pamilya! Mamamatay si Anita Linda, at sisigaw ang bida ng "Inaaay!" at mangangakong ipaghihiganti ito. Moral lesson: Ang pansit nagdadala ng malas - nakakamatay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;4. Pag may magkaribal na babae, yung mabait deretcho ang buhok at may bangs. Yung salbahe, laging kulot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;5. Sa pinoy action movies, ang bida hindi nauubusan ng bala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;6. Sa pinoy action movies, kapag tumakbo ang bida, sa lupa lahat ang tama ng bala ng kalaban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;7. Kapag may angry mob na pupunta sa bahay-kubo ng manananggal, si Vangie Labalan ang laging lider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;8. Alam mong moment of truth na ng bida kapag sinabi na niya 'yung title ng pelikula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;9. Ang tawag ng kontrabida sa mga goons niya, "Mga bata."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;10. 'Yung nakababatang kapatid ng bida habang naglalaro ng bola, mabibitawan at mapupunta sa gitna ng kalsada. Tapos may darating na sasakyan, tapos itutulak siya ng bida. 'Yung bida naman ang nasa gita ng kalsada. Biglang may sasakyang darating. Ang bida, ico-cross lang niya arms niya covering his face tapos sisigaw 'yung kapatid ng 'kuyaaa!' ... Next scene nasa ospital na sila. Simula na ng drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;11.. Kapag bakbakan, hindi nasasaktan ang bida, pero umaaray siya pag ginagamot na siya ng leading lady, at kasunod na ang love scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;12. Kapag sinabi ng kontrabida ang masama niyang plano sa bida, ang sasabihin ng bida: "hayop ka!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;13.. Ang bidang babae, pag katulong ang role, siguradong magiging anak ng amo niya sa ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;14. Ang nanay ng mayaman laging may pamaypay na pangmayaman, at ang nanay ng mahirap laging naka duster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;15. Ang hideout ng kontrabida, parating mansion na may chicks sa pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;16. Ang mga bida sa drama, pag nakatanggap ng masamang balita, laging may pinto sa likod nila para puwede silang sumandal habang nagi-slide dahan-dahan pababa, tapos todo iyak with matching uhog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;17. Pag di nahuli ng mga goons ang bida, sasabihin ng boss sa kanila, "Mga inutil!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;18. Laging nakakapulot ng baril na may bala ang bida kapag kinakailangan niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;19. Laging mas maganda ang yayang bida kesa sa kontrabidang anak ng amo niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;20. Pag ang ending ng movie ay song and dance number sa beach o resort, ang huling frame, tatalon ang buong cast... sabay freeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;PWEDE BANG PADAGDAG???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;eto.....eh yong bidang gurl maliligo sa beach...ng naka-blusang itim! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-3693976148911679194?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/3693976148911679194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=3693976148911679194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3693976148911679194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3693976148911679194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-nothing-but-second-rate-trying-hard.html' title='You&amp;#39;re Nothing But a Second-Rate Trying Hard Copycat!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-3402363271783237414</id><published>2009-01-14T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:21:16.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adik sa Pinoy Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 267px;HEIGHT: 235px;" height="235" src="http://www.kabayancentral.com/video/lvn/jaimechato.jpg" width="242" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Reposted from Maita's Email. BWEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE (pa-intro lang ng "Because if it's from Seiko, it masss be gooood!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The Top Twenty Signs That You're Watching A Pinoy Movie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;1. Sasayaw sa likod ng puno ng buko pag nasa beach yung scene. Alternate pa 'yung mga ulo nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;2. 'Yung kontrabida yayakap sa bida, sabay taas ng kilay at ngingisi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;3. Uuwi ang bida na may dalang pancit sa kanyang nanay na si Anita Linda. Tatawagin nito ang mga bata para kumain, at kakamustahin ng bida ang pag-aaral habang kumakain ng pancit. Biglang may titigil na sasakyan sa harap ng bahay at pauulanan ng baril ang pamilya! Mamamatay si Anita Linda, at sisigaw ang bida ng "Inaaay!" at mangangakong ipaghihiganti ito. Moral lesson: Ang pansit nagdadala ng malas - nakakamatay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;4. Pag may magkaribal na babae, yung mabait deretcho ang buhok at may bangs. Yung salbahe, laging kulot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;5. Sa pinoy action movies, ang bida hindi nauubusan ng bala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;6. Sa pinoy action movies, kapag tumakbo ang bida, sa lupa lahat ang tama ng bala ng kalaban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;7. Kapag may angry mob na pupunta sa bahay-kubo ng manananggal, si Vangie Labalan ang laging lider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;8. Alam mong moment of truth na ng bida kapag sinabi na niya 'yung title ng pelikula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;9. Ang tawag ng kontrabida sa mga goons niya, "Mga bata."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;10. 'Yung nakababatang kapatid ng bida habang naglalaro ng bola, mabibitawan at mapupunta sa gitna ng kalsada. Tapos may darating na sasakyan, tapos itutulak siya ng bida. 'Yung bida naman ang nasa gita ng kalsada. Biglang may sasakyang darating. Ang bida, ico-cross lang niya arms niya covering his face tapos sisigaw 'yung kapatid ng 'kuyaaa!' ... Next scene nasa ospital na sila. Simula na ng drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;11.. Kapag bakbakan, hindi nasasaktan ang bida, pero umaaray siya pag ginagamot na siya ng leading lady, at kasunod na ang love scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;12. Kapag sinabi ng kontrabida ang masama niyang plano sa bida, ang sasabihin ng bida: "hayop ka!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;13.. Ang bidang babae, pag katulong ang role, siguradong magiging anak ng amo niya sa ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;14. Ang nanay ng mayaman laging may pamaypay na pangmayaman, at ang nanay ng mahirap laging naka duster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;15. Ang hideout ng kontrabida, parating mansion na may chicks sa pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;16. Ang mga bida sa drama, pag nakatanggap ng masamang balita, laging may pinto sa likod nila para puwede silang sumandal habang nagi-slide dahan-dahan pababa, tapos todo iyak with matching uhog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;17. Pag di nahuli ng mga goons ang bida, sasabihin ng boss sa kanila, "Mga inutil!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;18. Laging nakakapulot ng baril na may bala ang bida kapag kinakailangan niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;19. Laging mas maganda ang yayang bida kesa sa kontrabidang anak ng amo niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;20. Pag ang ending ng movie ay song and dance number sa beach o resort, ang huling frame, tatalon ang buong cast... sabay freeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;PWEDE BANG PADAGDAG???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;eto.....eh yong bidang gurl maliligo sa beach...ng naka-blusang itim! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-3402363271783237414?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/3402363271783237414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=3402363271783237414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3402363271783237414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3402363271783237414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/adik-sa-pinoy-movies.html' title='Adik sa Pinoy Movies'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-735344646974716257</id><published>2009-01-12T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:12:10.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECIPE: Cheesy Egg Turnover Omelette</title><content type='html'> Noooo, you haven't seen the last of the kesong puti experiments. And here's another one--a new twist to an old recipe: the omelette (aka Pinoy torta).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;You will need&lt;/span&gt;: eggs, milk, kesong puti, mozzarella (or any quick-melt) cheese, parmesan cheese, ground lean beef, eggplant, ripe tomatoes, onions, garlic, alagau (or any other herbs like basil, rosemary, or tarragon), vegetable oil, sesame oil, salt and pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/77/22"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/22/turnover-ingredients.JPG?et=14aQaUHWyfzlu+JwJZG5nQ&amp;nmid=95031934"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slice the eggplants into diagonal strips, about a quarter of an inch thick. Do the same with the tomatoes. Chop the onions and garlic (cut for sauteeing) and your herb of choice (leave some for topping later). Sautee all ingredients (except the first five) in a hot Teflon pan using some vegetable oil and sesame oil (for taste) until tomatoes and eggplants are almost wilted and the beef brown. Set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/77/21"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/21/turnover-assemble.JPG?et=9zxKAh1gRcCB1BVcC435wg&amp;nmid=95031934"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat eggs and milk until fluffy. Pour mixture into pan and cook until one side is golden brown. Flip. As the other side is cooking, layer all the ingredients in the middle part of the scrambled egg. Top with kesong puti, mozzarella and the remaining herbs. "Tuck" the filling inside the eggs by folding both ends--one over the other--and pressing tight to the pan. Sprinkle with parmesan cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/77/20"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/20/turnover-fold.JPG?et=OALqx45khtX59yjoFua3Vg&amp;nmid=95031934"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serve hot with my ice-blended apple-and-calamansi (How to make it? Blend apple slices and calamansi juice with shaved ice in a blender. Serve in tall glasses and swig until you get brainfreeze!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/77/15"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/15/turnover-serve.JPG?et=U25nVLKHowPbstXkVsSeZA&amp;nmid=95031934"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use either ketchup or sweet chili as dipping sauce. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-735344646974716257?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/735344646974716257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=735344646974716257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/735344646974716257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/735344646974716257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/recipe-cheesy-egg-turnover-omelette.html' title='RECIPE: Cheesy Egg Turnover Omelette'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8169060569543400155</id><published>2009-01-12T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:52:33.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECIPE: Baked Eggplant with Kesong Puti</title><content type='html'>   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Drove to Lumban, Laguna with Adel, Noel and Bebe last January 2. Why? For two reasons: to look for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; cheap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;authentic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; piña barong tagalog, and buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kesong_puti"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kesong put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i. After about close to an hour drive from San Pablo (and nonstop laugh trip), we finally managed to make it in time before the stores closed. Adel was such a sweet one and gave us two small containers of kesong puti. I started drooling over ideas of what to possibly make out of this cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This recipe is quite similar to something I ate in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crepes.co.th/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crepes and Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in Bangkok. Of course the cheese(s) used would be different--but the concept is exactly the same. So, there. I'm not claiming ownership of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; recipe...but the twists are solely mine. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: medium to large eggplants (preferably young), ripe tomatoes, kesong puti (preferably the spreadable variety), mozzarella (or any quick melt) cheese, olive oil, chopped fresh (or dried) basil leaves, salt and pepper to taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/23/cheesy-baked-ingredients.JPG?et=cd+OPn5SdzoncQKwPDc9Ww&amp;nmid=95031934"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You will also need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: an oven, baking sheet (or double-layered aluminum foil, greased), and some heavy duty burn ointment in case you get scalded by the Muthaf**ka hot pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pre-heat the oven to 250degrees while assembling the ingredients. Slice the eggplants into round/oval shapes about 1/3 to 1/2inch. Do the same with the tomatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Place the sliced eggplants on a baking sheet/foil. Add kesong puti. Add the tomato slice. Top with all the remaining ingredients (mozzarella, basil, pepper/salt) and drizzle with olive oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/16/eggplant-keso.JPG?et=0hN,fOUhys6I6VB6IKV5DA&amp;nmid=95031934"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/17/eggplant-keso-tomatoes.JPG?et=pcF43DktYTkuAJrPnzkDzg&amp;nmid=95031934"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/77/18"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/18/eggplant-prebaking.JPG?et=ft6SA5uEFhpNHr0xWrCkTQ&amp;nmid=95031934"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bake for about 10minutes or until cheese has melted beautifully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/77/19"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/19/eggplant-done.JPG?et=zVg2aAc6Bi1Tgeq6EbgsZg&amp;nmid=95031934"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Keep in warmer till it's time to serve. Best served hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 53);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Variation&lt;/span&gt;: Turn this into a bruschetta by slicing a baguette (or pandesal) into round, 1 to 1.5inch-thick pieces. Toast lightly. Use this as the "crust" of the eggplant before putting everything in the oven. Use of tomato &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sauce&lt;/span&gt; and olives/capers optional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8169060569543400155?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8169060569543400155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8169060569543400155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8169060569543400155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8169060569543400155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/recipe-baked-eggplant-with-kesong-puti.html' title='RECIPE: Baked Eggplant with Kesong Puti'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8322963820134020944</id><published>2009-01-10T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:34:44.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aysus! Antukin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium;"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 244px;HEIGHT: 149px;" height="169" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2008/0804/baby_sleeps_0407.jpg" width="270" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Para sayo na walang ginawa kundi matulog ng matulog sa tabi ko...at manggising ng madaling-araw...  ;-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;by BigBadRed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 16px;LINE-HEIGHT: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 16px;LINE-HEIGHT: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;At this very moment&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 16px;"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;I am watching you sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;Lovingly. Quietly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium;"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;You-&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;Sleeping like a child&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;Your fetal curl appealing for security.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;And love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;I look at you&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;All so calm and worry-free;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;Not mindful of our chores tomrorow morning.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;You dreamily, almost inaudibly&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;Mumbled something in your sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;It sounded like a name.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;What was that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;Oh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;Mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;All of a sudden your eyes start to flutter&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;Almost as if about to wake up from a dream.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;I stroke your short, almost-boyish hair;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;Gently kiss you on the forehead&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;And you instantly get pacified.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;Ah--&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;My beautiful little angel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);"&gt;I can watch you sleep forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8322963820134020944?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8322963820134020944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8322963820134020944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8322963820134020944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8322963820134020944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/aysus-antukin.html' title='Aysus! Antukin...'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-6647536151004071303</id><published>2009-01-10T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:50:50.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aysus, Antukin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 244px;HEIGHT: 149px;" height="169" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2008/0804/baby_sleeps_0407.jpg" width="270" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Para sayo na walang ginawa kundi matulog ng matulog sa tabi ko...at manggising ng madaling-araw...  ;-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by BigBadRed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At this very moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am watching you sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovingly. Quietly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping like a child;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your fetal curl appealing for security.And love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All so calm and worry-free;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not mindful of our chores tomorrow morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You dreamily, almost inaudibly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mumbled something in your sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sounded like a name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of a sudden your eyes start to flutter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost as if about to wake up from a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stroke your short, almost-boyish hair;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gently kiss you on the forehead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you instantly get pacified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah--My beautiful little angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can watch you sleep forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-6647536151004071303?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/6647536151004071303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=6647536151004071303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6647536151004071303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6647536151004071303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/aysus-antukin_10.html' title='Aysus, Antukin!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-7175194431077522287</id><published>2009-01-08T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:26:25.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Pee 'Em Muna</title><content type='html'>   &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=udymjotn3nh&amp;thumb=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mediafire.com/imgbnc.php/32315d747f71ee45cae1e702ea0344063g.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tamang OPM itu.... para sa inyo... Sir Edu, wag pooooooooooo!!!!! Hehe...buy the original CDs kung may extrang moolah, hokey? Naman. Click the links to download the files&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Charlie Green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Kekyut at kehusay na bata! At magalang pa. Goood boy! This boy's got a future--it's so clear, it's crystal. ;-)  Personal favorite: Smile...and Dahil Sa Yo (hehehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=wmonjiejy4x&amp;thumb=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mediafire.com/imgbnc.php/0d3bd4a24eb8254af26d86116cce0b0b3g.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/79357478/5b97bdf1/Green.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Download HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella May Saison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Where Jaya Ramsey is now (or was) is where Ella should've been. Kegaling na singer...bad management, though. Nawalan ng career. Ngek.  I love Now That You're Gone, and of course the classic Till My Heartaches End. Hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=yyaemg1zzny&amp;thumb=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mediafire.com/imgbnc.php/d9adf86a41df1ff0a95f47ec87a2a89a3g.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/79526051/cbb19763/EllaMae.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Download HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  This girl is HOT. And I'm not just talking about her body. Hehehehe...may manyak moment itu. This CD has good remakes. I particularly like Old Friend and Ribbon in the Sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=tczzxttna1f&amp;thumb=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mediafire.com/imgbnc.php/12956ba89009ea1a0c5e5a17244d2c523g.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/79352501/5b160997/Heart2Heartpart1.html"&gt;Download Part 1 HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/79262404/a6423e5a/Heart2Heartpart2.html"&gt;Download Part 2 HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-7175194431077522287?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/7175194431077522287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=7175194431077522287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7175194431077522287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7175194431077522287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-pee-muna.html' title='Oh, Pee &amp;#39;Em Muna'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-5018679280366679869</id><published>2009-01-07T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:24:53.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yon Lang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWR0HAoKCCEAAF-ChSA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" height="262" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWR0HAoKCCEAAF-ChSA1/thats-all-cover.jpg?et=ISJS5Cxy%2CoBZRAN81Z5YYw&amp;nmid=0" width="255" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...or directly translated in english, That's All.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yep. This 1959 Bob Haymes-Alan Brandt-Johnny Mathis original (and cover na rin hehe) has been covered many times, and these are just some of the versions:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;• Anders Vercelli Quartet, That's All&lt;br&gt;• Dina Blade, That's All&lt;br&gt;• Fred Viquela, That's All&lt;br&gt;• George Graham, That's All&lt;br&gt;• Jessica Williams, That's All&lt;br&gt;• KT Sullivan, That's All&lt;br&gt;• Leif Garrett, That's All&lt;br&gt;• Michael Buble, That's All&lt;br&gt;• Nancy Kelly, That's All&lt;br&gt;• Nicole Henry, Thats All&lt;br&gt;• Olive, That's All&lt;br&gt;• Paolo Di Sabitino, That's All&lt;br&gt;• Rick Nelson, That's All&lt;br&gt;• that's all cover.jpg&lt;br&gt;• Thee Midniters, That's All&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pssst, para sayo to. Uhm....that's all. ;-)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/79365942/751e2624/ThatsAll.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;DOWNLOAD LINK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-5018679280366679869?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/5018679280366679869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=5018679280366679869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5018679280366679869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5018679280366679869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/yon-lang.html' title='Yon Lang!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8555139540309446883</id><published>2009-01-06T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:04:03.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-ina Mo Rin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 12px/14px Arial;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWR9pwoKCCEAAHj5ZxM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" height="177" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWR9pwoKCCEAAHj5ZxM1/ben-ben.jpg?et=mengHmSKd7u3VUKsFJvrWw&amp;nmid=0" width="277" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tagged by&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://jdgual.multiply.com/"&gt;Davey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rules:&lt;br&gt;1. List the names that you are called by and name the people who call you by these names.&lt;br&gt;2. Tag ten others to do the same thing, paste the link of your entry on their guestbooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(39,64,139);TEXT-DECORATION: none;" href="http://jdgual.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNw2dgoKCBwAABzdbZI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;ul style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;Ben&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- my officemates, (new) acquaintances, any business contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;Dek (or Dick...ugh)&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- my&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mom, Dad, sister, Tita Lita  &lt;--- though they're "migrating" to Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(39,64,139);TEXT-DECORATION: none;" href="http://jdgual.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SO8ragoKCBwAAAcm3Wg1"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;Bentot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Perry Gurl, Dennis, Chrissie, Dinggoy, Klat and most Astrokids&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Bentong&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Angko, Burns, Moimoi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;Benny&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Davey, Badang, Jong&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;Benito&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- InternalComm gurls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;Bench&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Ned Legs, Vevey, Ging&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Sweetie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Sheila, Casy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Masanting&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Erik&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Idol&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Dondi, Arvin &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;B**s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Adel, Alexis, Dada&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;Pechay&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- E-nal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Munchkin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Harry Ford&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Daddy B/Hubby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- model friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;Mister Red&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- students from the US&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;Bebe&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- si Bebe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;Benedict&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- mga pormal-pormalang tao&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;BigBadRed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- most online sites&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);"&gt;Tanginamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- yong kaaway ko sa kanto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Now....I'm tagging&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;a href="http://rippeddown.multiply.com/"&gt;Allan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://alpermorales04.multiply.com/"&gt;Perry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bonfreak.multiply.com/"&gt;Bon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://christinamc.multiply.com/"&gt;Chrissie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jdgual.multiply.com/"&gt;Davey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://erikrlopez.multiply.com/"&gt;Erik&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ira1007.multiply.com/"&gt;Ira&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaybee82su.multiply.com/"&gt;Jaybee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jayemzei.multiply.com/"&gt;JM&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://larabianca.multiply.com/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8555139540309446883?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8555139540309446883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8555139540309446883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8555139540309446883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8555139540309446883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-ina-mo-rin.html' title='Tag-ina Mo Rin!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-7362262362685683318</id><published>2009-01-01T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:10:43.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putukan Na!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 182px;HEIGHT: 199px;" height="255" src="http://www.themalton.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/new-year.jpg" width="239" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy New Year To All! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Wow...New year, new life, new opportunities, new beginnings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;And here are two of the best new year "forwards" that I got hours or minutes before the putukan started...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;My Wishes for you for d year 2009:&lt;br&gt;1. Sunrise after the darkest of nights.&lt;br&gt;2. Friends who bring out the best in you.&lt;br&gt;3. A love that makes you smile.&lt;br&gt;4. Belief that anything is possible. &lt;br&gt;5. Courage to finally do what u've been putting off.&lt;br&gt;6. Time for yourself.&lt;br&gt;7. Promises that are kept.&lt;br&gt;8. An answered prayer.&lt;br&gt;9. A heart that forgives.&lt;br&gt;10. A happy feeling everyday.&lt;br&gt;11. A soul that heals &amp;&lt;br&gt;12. A wonderful life &amp; perfect health.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;and of course.....and pinakapanalo sa lahat.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;Para di malasin ang ,NEW YEAR hwag mo isali sa handa ang bilog na prutas na may itim na buto tulad ng pakwan, chico atbp. Wag ka rin maghanda ng ice cream pra di matunaw ang swerte at higit sa lahat hwag maghanda ng apat ang paa, baboy, baka, at kambing, at baka tumakbo ang swerte. Wag din mga isda at laman dagat at baka malunod ang swerte. Wag ka maghanda ng my pakpak 2lad ng manok o pabo at baka lumipad ang swerte. Wag k n kayang maghanda! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Hehehehehehe. Cheers 2009!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-7362262362685683318?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/7362262362685683318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=7362262362685683318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7362262362685683318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7362262362685683318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2009/01/putukan-na.html' title='Putukan Na!!!!!!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-2468102763549379241</id><published>2008-12-08T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:50:20.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECIPE: Über-Cheesy Pan de Pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/77/9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/77/6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/77/8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/77/11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/77/10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/77/5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/77/7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese! Who doesn't love 'em chiz? Be it soft, hard, tangy, moldy, smelly, wedged, balled, cheap, gourmet, or anything in between, one can't help but love it down to the last bite. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This recipe is a great "left-over goodie"...Why? Well, because my Momma taught me well not to waste anything (yep...she and me are the nightmares of 5S gurus--we save everything and recycle when we can!)...and this recipe calls for left-overs as ingredients. Of course, if you don't have left-overs, you can start fresh--buy 'em new! So...let's start cookin'!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients&lt;/u&gt;: burger buns (cut into three equal slices), cream cheese, olives, onion rings, thinly-sliced tomatoes, quick-melt cheese, left-over (or ready-made, off the supermarket shelves) tomato-based spaghetti sauce, freshly-ground pepper, feta cheese (optional), chopped basil (optional)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 250px;HEIGHT: 159px;" height="176" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/6/cream-cheese-olives.jpg?et=OTFG3uoUEEG+vibloUor6g&amp;nmid=95031934" width="270" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 184px;HEIGHT: 215px;" height="273" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/9/onions-tomatoes.jpg?et=PFKE6w45qOJhVn+zFe45iw&amp;nmid=95031934" width="171" border="0"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 224px;HEIGHT: 208px;" height="300" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/8/meat-sauce.jpg?et=ES3mVCvgKw+CpPv+lLrCHQ&amp;nmid=95031934" width="241" border="0"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;You will also need&lt;/u&gt;: an oven (or broiler), cheese grater, and an iPod playing in the background, preferably some Italian dude&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pre-heat the oven to 250degrees as you're preparing (er..."assembling") the ingredients (i.e. while slicing the onions, olives and tomatoes). Dunk the buns into the oven for a good 3-5 minutes or until it's somewhat crispy. Take out to cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 230px;HEIGHT: 139px;" height="149" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/10/buns.jpg?et=2MKNy66d3OP7FJfUoF5yiQ&amp;nmid=95031934" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spread the buns with the cream cheese (OK, that sounded sleazy...so let's call it &lt;strong&gt;bread&lt;/strong&gt; from now on). Then top the cheese layer with the tomato-based sauce. If you opted to put feta and basil, now's the time to do that, too, champ. Spread the sliced tomatoes, olives, and onion rings all over the bread. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" height="146" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/5/buns-layers.jpg?et=1gVYHg16CqxuSGy2hqKRQg&amp;nmid=95031934" width="249" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finally, top with grated quick-melt cheese (or use mozarella if you're feeling more sosi...hehehe) and the freshly-ground pepper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 236px;HEIGHT: 147px;" height="147" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/11/quickmelt-cheese.jpg?et=MYKn04GmihLbeqEyGwugnA&amp;nmid=95031934" width="233" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Put in the oven for about 10 minutes at around 175-200degrees, or until the cheese toppings melt like crazy. Serve on a kerengkeng plate together with some Ice-blended Chamomile-Pear smoothie. How to do that? OK, OK...here's how...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" height="168" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/7/pan-de-pizza.jpg?et=GE0NZsJIqddlWWV8assU6Q&amp;nmid=95031934" width="261" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Make &lt;em&gt;cold &lt;/em&gt;chamomile tea using off-the-supermarket-shelves varieties of them tea bags. Set aside. Core and peel fresh pears. Dunk the fruit, the tea, some milk, and lotsa ice cubes in a blender. Add Splenda if needed. Then blend like crazy. Pour in a tall glass and top with those totally-useless cocktail drink embellishments. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Enjoy like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-2468102763549379241?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/2468102763549379241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=2468102763549379241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2468102763549379241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2468102763549379241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/12/recipe-ber-cheesy-pan-de-pizza.html' title='RECIPE: Über-Cheesy Pan de Pizza'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8969627093654561258</id><published>2008-12-02T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:36:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECIPE: Oven-Baked Cream Dory with Alagau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Here's a no-brainer recipe. All you need is an oven (or turbo broiler or anything that can bake for at least 250degrees), some herbs, and Finding Nemo's Dory...and your all set! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I used a local herb called &lt;strong&gt;alagau&lt;/strong&gt;. I grew up in Bataan eating another local dish called Talibubu (I'll make that some day, and I'll post it here, too), and this herb was its main ingredient. My mom would make me go to the neighbor (with a &lt;strong&gt;nasty &lt;/strong&gt;askal) and ask for young leaves ("talbos"), which was really the only part you'd need--use the matured leaves and the dish turns out a bit bitter. To read more about this herb, click &lt;a href="http://www.stuartxchange.org/Alagaw.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  And since I particularly liked the taste of alagau in Talibubu, I thought of experimenting on it on a different dish.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Nuff said. Let's start cookin'!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;First, you will need the following &lt;u&gt;ingredients&lt;/u&gt;: fresh cream dory fillets &lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;(buy this at your local wet market and ask that they filleted it for you, or you could always run to your supermarket and get the frozen ones...just make sure you thaw it first before cooking [duh])&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, onion rings &lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;(your choice of either local red or white),&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; chopped garlic cloves, thinly-sliced ripe tomatoes, finely-chopped young alagaw leaves, finely-chopped basil, olive oil, sesame oil, chili powder &lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;(optional)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and freshly-ground salt and pepper.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;u&gt;For the dipping sauce&lt;/u&gt;:  olive oil, balsamic vinegar, lemon juice or &lt;em&gt;calamansi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 265px;HEIGHT: 173px;" height="166" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STTldQoKCCEAAA-biU81/cream-dory.jpg?et=YCfA33G7NqP0FmPe3DMdzA&amp;nmid=0" width="257" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" height="168" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STTjogoKCCEAAFDowTs1/ingredients.jpg?et=C3SdYpZDGtOKPiLUqbxxsQ&amp;nmid=0" width="266" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;And make sure you have these &lt;u&gt;non-food items&lt;/u&gt;: oven, Pam spray can, aluminum foil, metal wire plate, baking spatula, and a whole lot of presence of mind--you'll need it later!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Remember to pre-heat the oven to 250degrees while you're doing this, OK?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Cut some aluminum foil (careful not to cut yourself, you little baby!) big enough to wrap two to three medium-to-large fish fillets. Spray the matte side of the foil with Pam spray, and drizzle with some olive oil. Spread all over the foil with the spatula till it's covered all over. Think sunblock on someone else's back...that's the idea! ;-) Put the fish side by side.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 261px;HEIGHT: 174px;" height="182" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STTrVAoKCCEAAB9Khls1/fish-fillet.jpg?et=1JwcS5B5rQzOjRnunf0nuw&amp;nmid=0" width="269" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drizzle the fillets with more olive oil, and some sesame oil. Layer it with the onion rings, garlic, alagau leaves, basil, tomatoes, and the optional chili powder or flakes. You know how to design a home-made pizza? That's the general idea. Season with enough salt, and pepper. Wrap the fillets in the foil and make sure it's sealed enough to prevent it from bursting or leaking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 264px;HEIGHT: 165px;" height="169" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STTlEgoKCCEAAHl5J-I1/pre-baking.jpg?et=BQNcPzODPPVGKoDzgydSVg&amp;nmid=0" width="269" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With the pre-heated oven (You did pre-heat it, didn't you? Tsk!) ready, carefully set the wrapped fillets on those nifty metal wire plates so it's right smack in the middle of the oven or broiler. Set the oven to 250degrees or higher for 30 minutes. Let it cook and go do your other chores so you're more useful in the house!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STTksQoKCCEAAG2WbgA1/oven.jpg?et=JPdfhLdppgpvi0gi7xXX4A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;When you hear your oven's "TING!", then it's time to open up the foil wrap. Careful now, careful now...you don't want your perky porcelain skin burnt, do you? Poke the fish with a salad fork and check whether it's already good for you...otherwise, bake it some more, this time with the foil already unsealed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 270px;HEIGHT: 174px;" height="177" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STTkFQoKCCEAAFri-c81/post-baking.jpg?et=GTdX6yyPRcSJfC7RNdsebQ&amp;nmid=0" width="274" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Serve on a plate with its dipping sauce on the side. How to make the sauce? Just combine all the ingredients and mix till it's already good for your discriminating taste buds.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8969627093654561258?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8969627093654561258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8969627093654561258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8969627093654561258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8969627093654561258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/12/recipe-oven-baked-cream-dory-with.html' title='RECIPE: Oven-Baked Cream Dory with Alagau'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-3313798395869763078</id><published>2008-11-24T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:53:09.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking ng Ina Mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px Arial;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 208px;HEIGHT: 233px;" height="233" src="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/th/theo-klein-miele-toys-kitchen-cooking-and-laundry-centre.jpg" width="199" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unbeknownst to most people, I love to cook. It's actually a new-found passion. It is in the kitchen where I feel my most comfortable and...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;at home.&lt;/span&gt; I always look forward to snatching my apron off the hook, chopping up my onions, garlic, and basil, and heating up my gas stove to High...and filling up the dirty kitchen space with the heavenly aroma of my cooking. Of course, the occasional blisters, cuts, and burns usually round up the experience of &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt; gourmet chef. And the experience of the first bite is usally either mouth-watering or simply...&lt;em&gt;ethereal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I grew up to a family of cooks--my Lola being the Grand Momma of Cooks in my town. She was called Justinang Baboy...because she sidelined as a slaughterhouse employee. All but two of her seven children were amazing cooks--each specializing in their own cuisines. So you can just imagine the feast my aunts and uncles would whip up during our town fiestas. They'd cook days before the actual event. And my role in all this? I was the official taster. Yes. They'd cook, and I'd taste. I'd judge whether a dish was lacking (or exceeding) in saltiness, sweetness, sourness, etc. So I was literally their food critic...and it served me well to actually know how to &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; the tastes of dishes--because it helped me to this day how to make my cooking close to &lt;em&gt;umami&lt;/em&gt;, as the Japs would call it. =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember leaving the Philippines more than five years ago knowing nothing about cooking except for the occasional sunny sideup (which always ended up being&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;sunog&lt;/span&gt;), scrambled egg (which also was either too salty or&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;sunog&lt;/span&gt; as well), and the staple&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;sinangag&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, there were hotdogs, and Ma-Ling (yum!), and other quick-no-brainer fried straight-from-the-can fried meats. Remember, I said I was a food critic/taster...but never a cook!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But born out of necessity...and the predilection for actually living longer than 35 years old (read: living in the States made me eat McDonald's, Long John Silver, Wendy's, and Whattaburger for&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;every freaking meal&lt;/span&gt; of the day), I decided to finally heed the call of the kitchen. It was two days after Thanksgiving, when I've reached my threshold of eating turkey sandwiches, that I decided to cook my very first dish. I called my sister and she literally guided me &lt;em&gt;de numero&lt;/em&gt; with my recipe. What was my first recipe? &lt;em&gt;Lechon Paksiw ala Turkey Meat&lt;/em&gt;. Haha! That turned out to be a very expensive dish...that is, if you factor in the overseas call minutes that I've spent while being coached by Taba on the step-by-step procedures of the dish. Everybody loved it! They actually thought it was the most yummy and unique "Teriyaki Turkey". I was like, "Duh. Whatever."  ;-)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Coming back from the US, I've literally left everything there except for my passport, my few essential belongings, and of course, my kitchen savvy-ness. And boy, let me tell you, my friends and family actually get a kick out of my cooking, that they actually &lt;em&gt;gimik&lt;/em&gt; at my house just to make me cook for them. Cheapskates! LOL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So...I've decided to let some of my "top secret" and family-kept recipes...and even my own personal concoctions&lt;em&gt;. ABANGAN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-3313798395869763078?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/3313798395869763078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=3313798395869763078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3313798395869763078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3313798395869763078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/11/cooking-ng-ina-mo.html' title='Cooking ng Ina Mo'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-6266461587397363795</id><published>2008-11-24T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:37:45.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECIPE: Paradadas</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;Para...what??? Paradadas. Don't ask me the etymology of that...but as long as I can remember, my Lola Justina would make us these yummy beef-filled French-toast style bread every &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merienda &lt;/span&gt;time or breakfast. Hers, of course, because there was no Teflon pans yet at that time, were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; oily. But who cared about cholesterol in our youth anyway? Blech!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, here it is. I especially dedicate it to my good friend Erik from NooYorrrk. It's because of this recipe that we found each other from literally both ends of the globe. So, Erik...first bite's for you! ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What you will need are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Filling&lt;/span&gt;:  can of corned beef, onions, garlic, ripe tomatoes, potatoes, and freshly-ground pepper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The whole thingamajig (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;: 10-20 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pan de sal, &lt;/span&gt;2 eggs, liquid milk, salt to taste, cooking oil&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 245px;HEIGHT: 155px;" height="168" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSo2JwoKCCEAAG5HItY1/DSC01928.JPG?et=gOfUR42mfIcnXaqWLtaJjg&amp;nmid=0" width="259" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(If you know how to make corned beef hash, then that's all the instruction you'll need. Hehe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cut potatoes into small (about 1cm) cubes. Slice tomatoes into strips. Chop the onions and garlic into stir-fry size/shape. Stir fry the onions and garlic (in that order!). Throw in the corned beef. After about 2 minutes, throw in both potatoes and tomatoes. Cook, stirring occasionally, until potatoes are soft (but with a bit of a bite still). Set aside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" height="162" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSo1ugoKCCEAAFsGvlc1/DSC01929.JPG?et=CEM4vN0zArje0JBERqiDsw&amp;nmid=0" width="253" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tear open the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pan de sal&lt;/span&gt; into halves--but not all the way. Stuff with just enough filling. Set aside. Then, in a hollow bowl, beat the eggs with some milk and a dash of salt...until almost fluffy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heat up the pan...preferably Teflon. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Optional&lt;/span&gt;: coat the pan with Pan spray cooking oil. Dunk the filled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pan de sal&lt;/span&gt; into the egg mixture--as if you're making French toast, that is--and fry in the pan until golden brown to dark brown. Flip and wait till both sides are cooked. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 248px;HEIGHT: 167px;" height="153" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSoxoAoKCCEAAG40b6k1/DSC01930.JPG?et=8lJUrPR%2C6wICwka3tVvYIA&amp;nmid=0" width="242" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Place on absorbent paper towels to drain the extra oil. And....serve with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gusto&lt;/span&gt;! Hehehehe. Eat while warm and crispy. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" height="155" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSow3AoKCCEAAFrfaAs1/DSC01932.JPG?et=xXaW3%2CHyjOpnabdpF5qPpw&amp;nmid=0" width="248" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-6266461587397363795?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/6266461587397363795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=6266461587397363795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6266461587397363795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6266461587397363795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/11/recipe-paradadas.html' title='RECIPE: Paradadas'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-2840765691029321035</id><published>2008-11-24T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:15:36.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Strong Enough to Be Your Man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px verdana;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSobvQoKCCEAAH1g1P01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 170px;HEIGHT: 233px;" height="252" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSobvQoKCCEAAH1g1P01/Strengths-Finder-2.0-Cover.JPG?et=aHn3N51npxp%2BwOJal3zy6g&amp;nmid=0" width="140" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To help people uncover their talents, Gallup introduced the first version of its online assessment, StrengthsFinder, in the 2001 management book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Now, Discover Your Strengths&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The book spent more than five years on the bestseller lists and ignited a global conversation, while StrengthsFinder helped millions to discover their top five talents. In its latest national bestseller, StrengthsFinder 2.0, Gallup unveils the new and improved version of its popular assessment. While you can read this book in one sitting, you'll use it as a reference for decades. Loaded with hundreds of strategies for applying your strengths, this new book and accompanying website will change the way you look at yourself -- and the world around you -- forever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px verdana;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;After taking the assessment (we're having a seminar on this later), this is a brief summary of my top 5 strengths ("themes") and descriptions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px verdana;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;1.  &lt;strong&gt;COMMUNICATION&lt;/strong&gt; --  &lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;People who are especially talented in the Communication theme generally find it easy to put their thoughts into words. They are good conversationalists and presenters.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px verdana;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;2.  &lt;strong&gt;WOO&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;People who are especially talented in the Woo theme love the challenge of meeting new people and winning them over. They derive satisfaction from breaking the ice and making a connection with another person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px verdana;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;3.  &lt;strong&gt;INDIVIDUALIZATION&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;People who are especially talented in the Individualization theme are intrigued with the unique qualities of each person. They have a gift for figuring out how people who are different can work together productively.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px verdana;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;4.  &lt;strong&gt;STRATEGIC&lt;/strong&gt; -- P&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;eople who are especially talented in the Strategic theme create alternative ways to proceed. Faced with any given scenario, they can quickly spot the relevant patterns and issues.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px verdana;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;5.  &lt;strong&gt;EMPATHY&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;People who are especially talented in the Empathy theme can sense the feelings of other people by imagining themselves in others' lives or others' situations.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 13px verdana;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Helv" size="2"&gt;Read more about this book &lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/StrengthsFinder-2-0-Upgraded-Discover-Strengths/dp/159562015X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1209068281&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/StrengthsFinder-2-0-Upgraded-Discover-Strengths/dp/159562015X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1209068281&amp;sr=1-1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-2840765691029321035?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/2840765691029321035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=2840765691029321035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2840765691029321035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2840765691029321035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-strong-enough-to-be-your-man.html' title='Am I Strong Enough to Be Your Man?'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-6627120507810070627</id><published>2008-11-12T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:34:24.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy-buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 234px;HEIGHT: 171px;" height="327" src="http://www.justducks.co.uk/Images/Buddies/Buddies%20Ducks%20s.jpg" width="449" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got a "Friendster smile" from a lady named Jennifer from California. I clicked her profile, and her shoutout happened to be one helluva nice one...thought I'd share it with you.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#ff6600"&gt;There are three types of friends. One is like FOOD--those you cannot live without. The other is like MEDICINE--those you need occasionally. And there's one like ILLNESS--those you never want to have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;So...I am pulling out my hard-bound notebook and folding one page into three columns...Let's see which column YOU fall under. ;-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;OK, OK...Back to work!   &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/bat.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-6627120507810070627?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/6627120507810070627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=6627120507810070627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6627120507810070627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6627120507810070627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/11/buddy-buddies.html' title='Buddy-buddies'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8744755700543034972</id><published>2008-10-29T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:07:42.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter to Patrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQgKUQoKCCEAADclcvI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 256px;HEIGHT: 176px;" height="172" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQgKUQoKCCEAADclcvI1/Pat-ben.jpg?et=%2CLv4lNulI6u%2C2YvvtThzUg&amp;nmid=0" width="247" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Dear Pat, &lt;p&gt;It's lunchtime and I can't seem to eat anything, considering I'm already hungry and I only ate for breakfast a tiny slice of leftover calzone from last night. I tried watching Heroes episode 7 to help ease my mind (weird, noh?), but I couldn't even follow the very basic storyline. I've been staring at the same TRIEFs page (don't even ask me what that means...argh!) in Excel but I can't seem to move past line 2...so I guess that's a goner.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, here. I decided to write you a "love letter". You know how we'd laugh about that? Err...how YOU'd laugh about how I love writing letters that can't seem to end--with my 2-, 3-pager printouts? Haha...&lt;i&gt;Lagot ka&lt;/i&gt;...this is going to be one of those letters you dreaded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pat, my Pat...how long had it been since we first met? 2001, right? I was a few weeks from leaving Manila to fly to Marianas and never come back again, leaving everything behind. For some trick of fate, our paths crossed and we've never been the same again. Two &lt;i&gt;matapobre, mataray, siraulo&lt;/i&gt;, clubber, &lt;i&gt;gastador&lt;/i&gt;, social-butterfly (...o climber? hahaha), &lt;i&gt;bigo sa pag-ibig&lt;/i&gt;, jetsetter, &lt;i&gt;sawa-na-sa-'Merika, balahura&lt;/i&gt;, sarcastic, techy souls finding each other in this otherwise--as you'd pompously call it--poor, third-world, commoner country. You have unknowingly stolen a huge chunk of my heart, attention and regard...and summarily claimed the title "Best Friend for Life"...way before the term BFF was ever uttered in South Park.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember all those phone cards I've heedlessly used up just to call you from the US to either make &lt;i&gt;chismis&lt;/i&gt;, ask for advice (which was mostly the reason for my calls), whine (second most important reason for my calls!), share a funny/boring/exciting/sad moment at the exact time it was happening or just happened. If I could've just made rebates out of those calls, I know I would've mad a fortune! ;-) You were the only one who cold talk sense into my utterly stubborn, overly-sensitive, &lt;i&gt;hinde-na-nagtanda &lt;/i&gt;self. The well-known statement &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hinde pa ipinapanganak ang makakapagtaray kay Ben"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;almost always gets disputed when you're the one in question already. Only you can get through to me...in the same way that you've claimed that I'm the only one who could also talk that much sense into your--and I'm just repeating my just-used adjectives--utterly stubborn, overly-sensitive, &lt;i&gt;hinde-na-nagtanda &lt;/i&gt;self. After all, you and me are kindred souls...two identical peas in one cramped, campy pod.  &lt;p&gt;Remember that day I got "deported" from the US? Any other Pinoy would've gone ballistic or hysterical...but not me. Soonest I touched down the airport in Manila, I gave you a call to tell you that I was on my way to your condo to drop my luggage--because I had to come home from the US on an "emergency"--and for you to get ready because we were going clubbing right away?! That was crazy. And I remembered having missed you so much--our &lt;i&gt;kalandian &lt;/i&gt;with our conquests, our hysterical laughter, our endless banters. I also always remember how I'd always crash at your place and sleep on the folding bed, because we found it so repulsive to wake up on the same bed with our skin touching or inadvertently cuddling up as if we were boyfriends sleeping with each other? That last time that it happened, we screamed so loud and pushed each other so hard we both fell on our asses on the hardwood floor? That was one good chortle I got there, and we learned our lessons well: never sleep on the same bed, lest wake up with sore asses (HAHAHAHAHA...this private joke always get me).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQgKiAoKCCEAACpFNW01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 177px;HEIGHT: 272px;" height="285" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQgKiAoKCCEAACpFNW01/Pat-ben1.jpg?et=jdMS6P8Rdb%2B7nvDsvN9TGg&amp;nmid=0" width="176" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Remember how you'd always have little thingamajigs and knicknacks for me whenever you go on a trip? The Castro Street baller ID, the Human Rights messenger bag that Julius has always begged of you to give to him, the surprise Banana Rep office shirt inside the Jack Spade bag for my birthday, the big bottle of ID4 (hehehehe), and a whole lot of other things? And how I couldn't seem to find the perfect gift for you because you have everything?? I was so grateful when Koko--your &lt;i&gt;simpangit-ng-paniki&lt;/i&gt;-but-supahdoopah-adorable Chihuahua--came into your life; at least I could shower him with loads of gifts and not even bother racking my brains for any gifts for you...to which you'd dramatically say, &lt;i&gt;"Hinde mo na ako mahal, mas love mo na si Koko"&lt;/i&gt;...and to which I'd say, &lt;i&gt;"Oo naman noh!" &lt;/i&gt;Ah, Patrick Manuel...&lt;i&gt;Maarte ka.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pat...why did you have to leave? You are my rock. &lt;i&gt;Paano na ako ngayon&lt;/i&gt; that I'm weak because you left without saying goodbye? Who will be my rock now? Who's going to tell me that I'm just being &lt;i&gt;praning &lt;/i&gt;and that everything will be ok...that "celebrities" like us need to go through these bumps in the road, but will see the light of day in no time?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pat, I'm so sorry. You have no idea how guilt-stricken I am right now. Words cannot even begin to describe how regretful I am. I should have been there for you. I should have been by your side when you were in pain, when you were having a hard time breathing, when you couldn't eat, when you just needed someone beside you. I shouldn't have been too preoccupied with my life--my own avalanche of problems were &lt;b&gt;nothing &lt;/b&gt;compared to what you went through. I am so, so sorry, my Patrick. If there's anything I could say or do or unsay or undo just so you could forgive me, I would take that moment or instance any second.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I should have come earlier. Not just last night. Not when the hospital priest was administering final rites to you. Not when you were only breathing because of the respirator. Not when the tubes and wires and cables were all over your body. Not when you were already pale and grey and lifeless. Not when you were already gone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Patrick...I can't seem to get that picture of you in anguish and pain out of my mind. I didn't want that picture to be the last image of you in my head. I've always known you as the exact clone of me--maingay, effervescent, boisterous, and colorful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The hourlong time I spent holding your slowly getting cold and stiff hand in your room will never be enough time for me to tell you all of the things that I wanted to tell you. Last night, all I could say was I'm sorry, and that I hope you could forgive me for not being a good friend, and not being there to see you through like you've always had for me. I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, how much you're loved, how I would give a limb or a heartbeat just to save your life. I wanted to tell you that you just couldn't die on me and everyone else who loves you. I wanted to tell you that the world--my world, and everyone else's--will never be the same without you in it. I wanted to tell you that if I could just go back in time and tell you all of these things, and hell, even forewarn you of what's about to happen, I would do that in a heartbeat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wanted to tell you that you will always be in my heart, in my prayers, and in my every single thought. And our little secret, which I whispered to you as I kissed your face for the last time last night before they covered you with that cold, white sheet, will stay with me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love you, Pat. My best friend. My brother. My partner in crime. Be good where you are. And no. I am NOT saying goodbye...we don't do that kind of thing. I will see you again, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8744755700543034972?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8744755700543034972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8744755700543034972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8744755700543034972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8744755700543034972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-letter-to-patrick.html' title='Love Letter to Patrick'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-1770972025759338923</id><published>2008-10-28T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:11:58.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnected and Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 184px;HEIGHT: 197px;" height="246" src="http://www.narrativetherapy.com.au/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/overwhelmed-lady-desk.png" width="217" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;HAY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;The last couple of days (hell, weeks) had been overwhelming for me--what with the (training) budget preparation in full swing, my move from my old condo to the new apartment, the left-and-right shoots/hosting/other rakets, that health-related issue, the sleepless nights, the choir rehearsals, and the constant problem/issue management. In writing that statement, I had to type, edit, type over, and think twice, thrice, and more, whether to use the word "had" or "have"...considering I don't think I'm quite done yet. So...hohum. Yada-yada-yada.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Upon moving to the new apartment, I had my SmartBro broadband connection disconnected and concurrently applied for a new landline-with-broadband Globe connection. I won't even go over my ordeal with Globelines tech support and customer service--well, at least not in THIS blog...I will on a different, more relaxed time schedule--but needless to say, it was &lt;em&gt;hellish&lt;/em&gt; for me. Dig this: seven days of no internet connection and constant headaches about it with the phone support team. (You just wait for the gory details on a different blog!) Couldn't open my inbox even at work because I was tremendously busy with all the meetings (one after the other) and that left me with hardly any time to even browse. I could only glance at my inbox using my GPRS phone, and as such, I couldn't stay connected long. Well, that was, of course, primarily attributed also to the fact that my new apartment still looks like a hurricane site with all the boxes and tools and knick-knacks lying all over the place. (Don't worry, soonest the house is finished, I'll post pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Finally, this morning, my internet connection went from dead to resurrected. With hope, when I get home this evening (assuming I'm not yet exhausted from this whole day Problem Solving and Decision-Making seminar [which is where I'm getting to post this blog--haha], two more client meetings in the evening, and still more fixing and tidying up of the apartmen), I could at least queue up my downloads--HEROES episode 7!!!!!!--and check my gazillion emails.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;It's been a &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; rough few weeks. I wish I could just blink my eyes and make all the stress go away. I SO totally need to rest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-1770972025759338923?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/1770972025759338923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=1770972025759338923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1770972025759338923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1770972025759338923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/10/disconnected-and-overwhelmed.html' title='Disconnected and Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-7361969893563866805</id><published>2008-10-13T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:56:26.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trepidation</title><content type='html'> &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 197px;HEIGHT: 222px;" height="276" src="http://www.37signals.com/svn/images/fear_poster_med.jpg" width="165" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever been so scared in your life, you can't even think? Or...you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; thinking about it, can't seem to stop, and it bothered the hell out of you?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Have you ever been scared shitless, you had to work yourself to exhaustion just so you'd have no more energy left when night falls, so you can just drift off to sleep and evade one more night of unending worry? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;When was the last time fear took over your entire existence that it paralyzed you, and had precluded your every opportunity of having peace of mind, and even the simple act of being happy?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am very very terrified. God help me as I face this fear.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-7361969893563866805?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/7361969893563866805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=7361969893563866805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7361969893563866805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7361969893563866805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-trepidation.html' title='My Trepidation'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-7241592655022783944</id><published>2008-10-10T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:20:22.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I See Trees of Green...Red Roses, Too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=monhruiczr4&amp;thumb=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mediafire.com/imgbnc.php/4deac7695ea96b831026930cdbd559983g.jpg" border="0" alt="What a Wonderful World album art"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; for someone (actually, it ain't much of a surprise anymore because na-text/email ko na sya about it e...hehehehe, talk about low EQ!). This is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s ultimate super duper over mega blockbuster to the maximum and still going peborit song of all time daw--&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a Wonderful World &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louis Armstrong&lt;/span&gt;. So........tada!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since I'm already--er, STILL--up (time check: 4:15freakingAM argh), might as well do another cover art for the compilation album...and hopefully fall asleep due to strained eyes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/journal/item/310/ROYGBIV_Kung_ROYGBIV"&gt;earlier posting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I was surprised to come across A LOT of versions of this classic. So, I chose those ones I like, mostly the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easy listening&lt;/span&gt; genre, and compiled it into one collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the listing of this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Celine Dion, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;David Foster &amp; Renee Olstead, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dianne Elise, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Emi Fujita, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Englebert Humperdinck, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eva Cassidy &amp; Katie Melua, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guy Sebastian, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Israel Kamakawiwo'ole, Somewhere Over The Rainbow...What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;John Legend, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Keane, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Keiko Lee, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kimber Manning, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Leann Rimes, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Louis Armstrong, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Martin Nievera, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Michael Bublé, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mimi Lo, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Misty Blue, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Philippine Madrigal Singers, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Richard Clayderman, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Robert Thiele, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rod Stewart, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shane McGowan, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sofia, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stephen Bishop, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thomas Newman, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tony Bennett &amp; k.d. Lang, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tony Evans and His Orchestra, What a Wonderful World&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the links for download:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Oops...I'm still uploading them. Should be done by tomorrow morning! Keep checking back for updates]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-7241592655022783944?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/7241592655022783944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=7241592655022783944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7241592655022783944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7241592655022783944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-see-trees-of-greenred-roses-too.html' title='I See Trees of Green...Red Roses, Too!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8569754340767925465</id><published>2008-10-10T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:01:07.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROYGBIV Kung ROYGBIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=eg0kgknbzm3&amp;thumb=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mediafire.com/imgbnc.php/560ca407d565d35b733a60933407622d3g.jpg" border="0" alt="Over the Rainbow album cover"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who knew there were over fifty versions of that Judy Garland song from The Wizard of Oz, "(Somewhere) Over the Rainbow"?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who knew I was going to wake up yet again at 230am after falling asleep at 10ish last night...and would have a bitch of a hard time to fall back into dreamland (er...nightmareland was more like it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kanina&lt;/span&gt;. Argh)...so, I decided to just do an artwork cover for this collection I've made of THIRTY versions/interpretations of the classic song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the listing of what's in the collection...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Angela Zhang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Angelis&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Attila Fias&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Celtic Violin&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Cliff Richard&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Connie Francis&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Dave Koz&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Drews Lullabies&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Emi Fujita&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Harold Arlen&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Hayley Westenra&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Jane Monheit&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Jason Castro&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Judy Garland&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Justin Cady&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Katharine Mcphee&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Kelsey Stone&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Kimberly Locke&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Kyla&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - LaVance&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Luiza Possi&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Misty Blue&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Nicole Henry&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Richard Clayderman&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Richard Poon&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Russell London&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow - Susan Wong&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow (MTV Unplugged) - Tori Amos&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow, If I Only Had A Brain - Tuck &amp; Patti&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over The Rainbow, What A Wonderful World - Israel Kamakawiwo'ole&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are the links for download...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?itwnxvaejmn"&gt;PART 1 OF 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zzcm1dmym1g"&gt;PART 2 OF 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8569754340767925465?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8569754340767925465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8569754340767925465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8569754340767925465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8569754340767925465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/10/roygbiv-kung-roygbiv.html' title='ROYGBIV Kung ROYGBIV'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-1801847186776143945</id><published>2008-10-09T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:41:15.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metropop Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=omkmm4ttybv&amp;thumb=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mediafire.com/imgbnc.php/14aecfb7d2abe8bf677670ae62fa4e563g.jpg" border="0" alt="Metropop Music Festival"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Metropop rocks...or at least it used to. Back in the 70s (HOY, I wasn't coherent or aware then of these song festivals/competitions, but I do remember having listened to cassette tapesof such), the quality and content of the songs were much, much better. When it stopped in 1985 and then got resumed in 1996, the flava came back. The 1996 Metropop was, by far, the best "comeback" of all Metropop comebacks. The rest were just, uhm, blech.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've compiled a couple of finalists and winning entries from majority of the "seasons". I removed some icky tracks and included some so-so as well. My all-time favorites would beRico J. Puno's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I Ever Want&lt;/span&gt; (though his articulation totally sucks), Angelika and Zebedee's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out In The Open&lt;/span&gt; (I really thought this should have won instead of Jaya's), Martin Nievera's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pag-uwi&lt;/span&gt;, Bong Gabriel's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang Aking Awitin&lt;/span&gt; and of course, Tillie Moreno and Ray Ann Fuentes' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Umagang Kayganda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Here's the list of all FIFTY SEVEN tracks in the compilation: &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Al Santos, Let Us Stay The Way We Used To Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Anthony Castelo, Hahanapin Ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Anthony Castelo, Ibig Kong Ibigin Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Apo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt; Hiking Society, Ewan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Bong Gabriel, Ang Aking Awitin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Brix Ferrari, May &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place u1:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city u1:st="on"&gt;Pag-Ibig&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state u1:st="on"&gt;Pa&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Celeste Legaspi, &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place u1:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city u1:st="on"&gt;Pagdating&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state u1:st="on"&gt;Mo&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Cynthia Garcia With The Kabataan, Ngumiti Tumawa Magsaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Cynthia Patag, Laruan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Dulce, Ako Ang Nasawi Ako Ang Nagwagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Eileen Espina, Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Ernie Tagle, Gusto Kong Umawit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;13.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Eugene Villaluz &amp; Louie Reyes, Falling In Love Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;14.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Florante, Kahit Konti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;15.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Freddie Aguilar, Anak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;16.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Freddie Aguilar, Bulag Pipi At Bingi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;17.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Hajji Alejandro, Kay Ganda Ng Ating Musika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;18.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Iwi Laurel, Come Be Part Of My Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;19.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Jacqui Magno, Laging Buhay Ang Buhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;20.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Jam Morales, A Smile In Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;21.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Janet Basco, &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place u1:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city u1:st="on"&gt;Minsan&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state u1:st="on"&gt;Pa&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;22.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Janet Basco, You Made Me Live Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;23.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Jaya Ramsey, Sometimes You Just Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;24.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Jennifer Ramos, Away From You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;25.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Joel Navarro, Swerte-Swerte Lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;26.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Kuh Ledesma, Till I Met You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;27.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Lani Misalucha, Ang Iibigin Ay Ikaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;28.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Lea &amp; Gerard Salonga, Musika, Lata, Sipol At Lalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;29.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Leah Navarro, Isang Mundo, Isang Awit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;30.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Leo Valdez, Magsimula Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;31.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Lerma De La Cruz, Ako'y Ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;32.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Louie Reyes &amp; Eugene Villaluz, Nothing I Want More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;33.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Maricris Bermont, Narito Ako Umiibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;34.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Martin Nievera, Pag-Uwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;35.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Martin Nievera, Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;36.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Mon Del Rosario, Sino Ang Baliw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;37.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Nanette Inventor, Salamat Salamat Musika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;38.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;New Minstrels, Ikaw Ako Tayo Magkakapatid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;39.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Odette Quesada, You're My Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;40.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Passionata, Sa Duyan Nang Pag Ibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;41.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Pat Castillo, Laging Mayroong Bukas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;42.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Pedritto Montaire, Be My Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;43.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Ray Ann Fuentes, Nandoon Na &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place u1:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city u1:st="on"&gt;Nawala&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state u1:st="on"&gt;Pa&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;44.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Ric Segreto, Give Me A Chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;45.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Richard Tan &amp; Bambi Bonus, Kailangan Ko &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place u1:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city u1:st="on"&gt;Kailangan&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state u1:st="on"&gt;Mo&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;46.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Richard Tan &amp; Maraya, Think It Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;47.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Rico J. Puno, All I Ever Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;48.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Rico J. Puno, Lupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;49.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Rico Puno &amp; Ivy Violan, What Are You Doing On A Rainy Sunday Morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;50.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Session Road, Gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;51.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Sonia Singson, Isang Dakot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;52.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Subas Herrero &amp; Noel &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place u1:st="on"&gt;Trinidad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Kahit La La La Puwede Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;53.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Susana Pichay, Dont Deceive Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;54.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Tillie Moreno &amp; Ray Ann Fuentes, Umagang Kay Ganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;55.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Verni Varga, My Love My Soul My Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;56.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Zander Khan &amp; Miriam Pantig, Pag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Courier New";color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place u1:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city u1:st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Ibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state u1:st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Pag Ibig Ko&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:65.25pt;text-indent:-65.25pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list 65.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;57.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:"Courier New";color:black;"&gt;Zebedee And Angelica, Out In The Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And here are the download links:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wzwnithglnz"&gt;PART 1 OF 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?b2g2yhvnim2"&gt;PART 2 OF 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dltxz25n2jn"&gt;PART 3 OF 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-1801847186776143945?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/1801847186776143945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=1801847186776143945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1801847186776143945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1801847186776143945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/10/metropop-overload.html' title='Metropop Overload'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-509680256755696367</id><published>2008-09-30T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:29:41.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of One</title><content type='html'>   &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 184px;height: 154px;" class="alignright" src="http://www.urbangod.co.uk/images/T_S_04-Number_One_Tee.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I very recently caught myself in a state of reverie--I think it was during one of those hellish commute nights when the storm was at its worst, when I couldn't hail a cab (or finally get one but would eventually get said no to because my freaking destination was flooded knee-high) and just decided to take a jeepney and walk the rest of the way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was in that state of mind when I realized how so many people are literally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; to get hitched. Committed with someone. "Coupled". And I find myself asking me this question: "What's the rush?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In my very distant past, I had been very reckless and foolhardy. For the most part of my--ahem--youth--I had been, to borrow my caster friend Enrique's terminology for his ex, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;serial monogamist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, i.e. someone who would be seriously involved in a monogamous relationship, then split up, only to get himself into yet another monogamous relationship almost instantaneously after the break-up. Yes. I had been like that. I remember being with someone, eventually breaking up with them, and barely a week later, be with someone new...on a "committed", "supposedly long-term" relationship. I say that in quotes for obvious reasons involving tongue-in-cheek, unfortunate and lamentable retrospection. In hindsight, I think the longest I've ever been single (in-between almost proximate relationships, that is) was 26 days...and the shortest? 2 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You might be thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What is he thinking???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; If you've asked me that years ago, I probably would have replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Because the time's right; I need someone to help me forget XXX and move on, If I don't seize the opportunity now with so-and-so, it might be too late; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;or worse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Because nobody else might take me in 'cuz I'm damaged good already, and so-and-so seems to be quote-unquote The One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pathetic, right? Right. But you must know this fact: some people--and I'm sure you would agree with me here--actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; these lines for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Some people just can't live with the thought that doing things him/herself could actually be, for lack of a better, more simplistic Kindergartenish term, FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For a while...for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; long while, I'd been in deep consternation about the probability that I would (or could) end up alone. The very simple acts of buying clothes and apparel, watching a movie, having dinner, traveling, hearing mass, and doing the groceries were all requisitely done with a companion--preferably a mate or romantic partner. It was almost taboo to be actually doing these things alone, as if being caught dead doing these solo was a shameful, unacceptable acts somewhere in-between a venial and mortal sin. I was needy; I needed constant affirmation, companionship, and both emotional and egoistical nurturance...and in the process was getting involved with individuals of the same species. Consequently, throughout the aggregate of all these relationships, I had ceased growing individually, stopped pursuing self-awareness, and arrested any liberal enjoyment of my lone self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It was like that until almost two years ago when I woke up, stepping out of yet another failed relationship, and realized that I wasn't getting any younger and should most definitely start acting my age--less insecure, more in control, and definitely abundant in self-respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;From that point on, I have discovered--slowly, day after day--that one is actually a good number; that a solo flight could actually make one take wings and reach greater heights of discovery; and that alone doesn't always have to be equated with lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Without completely detaching myself from the outer circle, I have enjoyed being single. I would find pleasure in putting on my iPod, listening to an audiobook, munching my onion rings and burger, and getting lost in my own world amidst a clamorous food court. I'd literally look forward to coming home to a quiet, empty, dark, and nonjudgmental bedroom, pour myself a few swigs of last night's left over wine, and sit alone in the terrace overlooking the busy city, with a feeling of contentment and a slight smile on my lips. I could just stop-and-go and make decisions freely without having to worry about how anyone would feel about such matter, by asking myself first what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; would feel about it. Alone, I could go places where my worn-out pair of shoes would take me and not be concerned about where others would want to go. I could spend quiet to loud to deafening moments alone or in the company of some nice friends and stay up all night and wake up insanely late the following morning without having to worry about who was waiting for me to come home or get up the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Never have I enjoyed being single, carefree, at ease, and composed as I have in my last year and a half. And I can't seem to will myself into plucking myself out of this newfound comfort zone. A wee bit part of me shudders at the idea that I might forever and a day be completely immersed in that territory, that I'd refuse to leave. Maybe...or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Solo. Single. Alone. One. Singular. I see all these words in a different, more positive, and welcoming light. Can you actually see them this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-509680256755696367?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/509680256755696367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=509680256755696367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/509680256755696367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/509680256755696367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/09/power-of-one.html' title='The Power of One'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-5224041454224684198</id><published>2008-09-30T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:18:33.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basura is Basura Part Deux</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 151px;height: 236px;" class="alignleft" src="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/2006/08/toronto_kensington_garbage_01.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As I sat slumped on the area rug of my living room with Walt and Rolli having lunch (I asked them to buy me rice, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daing na bangus&lt;/span&gt;, bananas and Imodium because I was having a REALLY nasty diarrhea), we started talking about a motley of stuff. Rolli started playing Boy Abunda and when he called me Kris, I pretended to plunge the slicing knife down my rib cage and did the whole world a huge favor of ridding it of Kris. Anyway...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing his uncanny impersonation of Boy and his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahiwagang Salamin&lt;/span&gt;, he asked me, out of the blue, "Ben..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kunwari&lt;/span&gt;, XXX (my ex's name) asked you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na magbalikan kayo, &lt;/span&gt;what will you say?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nandito sya ngayon sa loob ng mahiwagang salamin...&lt;/span&gt;" I pretended to be grabbing the imaginary hand mirror, stared at it blankly, and then threw it on the floor and stomped on it intensely, until all imaginary shards of imaginary broken glass were imaginarily pulverized into imaginary powdered glass...and then said, "Next question &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Boy..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't see the logic in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balikan&lt;/span&gt; blues: it's tasteless, it's tacky, and it takes a lot of effort to put fragments back together into an almost-unfractured whole. It's always best to start anew. And although I can almost predict that a whole lot of you reading this will have differing opinions, I still don't buy the cliché "Love is sweeter the second time around". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've posted in an earlier blog, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basura &lt;/span&gt;is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; basura. &lt;/span&gt;It's perfectly alright and acceptable to look at it again, but never to pick it up once more...it's already dirty. Now, my version of all that would be a totally gross interpretation: It's like throwing up. After a period of not feeling good, you vomit...and then it makes you feel so much better. So, even if you already feel better now, don't swallow it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rest my case.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-5224041454224684198?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/5224041454224684198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=5224041454224684198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5224041454224684198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5224041454224684198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/09/basura-is-basura-part-deux.html' title='Basura is Basura Part Deux'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-9169543809375560666</id><published>2008-09-25T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:27:35.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Comeback.....HEROES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 373px;HEIGHT: 229px;" height="412" src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/91/heroesdn9.jpg" width="607" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My jaw is still agape, my eyebrows raised and furrowed at the same time, and my heart is still skipping a beat or two.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Heroes is finally back. And I just finished watching episodes &lt;a href="http://tvrage.com/Heroes/episodes/645808/3x01"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tvrage.com/Heroes/episodes/651854/3x02"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Now I am wishing I was Hiro Nakamura with his time traveling ability, so I could fast forward to next week, and next, and next to get to the next episode(s). Then again, if I were Hiro, I'd just skip to next year when Season 3's entire DVD collection is already on sale...or shared on Torrents. Hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Last season's storyboards escalated into more gruesome, more stunts-y, more daring, and more mind-boggling scenarios, it left us hanging (and crying out for more more more) as we saw Sylar finally resurrecting his ability with his dark proclamation, "I'm baaaaack..."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The season opens with high energy right away, and from the first 10 minutes, you would be left staring wide-eyed on your boob tube, wondering what the hell was happening and trying to force-remember last season's last two episodes...assuming you did not sit through the "pre-season 3 teaser", which was really a retrospect episode. And it doesn't give you even the decency of recovering from the cliffhanger adrenaline rush while commercials are airing...because it comes back with more scenes that will most definitely keep you hanging at the edge of your seat...er...bed...er...somewhere.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There's more new characters. More new abilities. More new plots. More new places. And...more new showing of skin. And sex. And if that alone doesn't keep you excited, I dunno what else will.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Download them here: &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 12px/15px Verdana;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;Episode 01: The Second Coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 12px Courier;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px;webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/147726018/hio-her.301.0tv.part1.rar&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/147726019/hio-her.301.0tv.part2.rar&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/147726609/hio-her.301.0tv.part3.rar&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/147726588/hio-her.301.0tv.part4.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/147726588/hio-her.301.0tv.part4.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 12px Courier;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px;webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 12px Courier;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px;webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 12px/15px Verdana;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px;webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;Episode 02: The Butterfly Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 12px Courier;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px;webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 12px Courier;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px;webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WORD-SPACING: 0px;FONT: 12px Courier;TEXT-TRANSFORM: none;COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);TEXT-INDENT: 0px;WHITE-SPACE: normal;LETTER-SPACING: normal;BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate;orphans: 2;widows: 2;webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px;webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;webkit-text-stroke-width: 0;"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/147726176/hio-her.302.xor.part1.rar&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/147726184/hio-her.302.xor.part2.rar&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/147726065/hio-her.302.xor.part3.rar&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/147726067/hio-her.302.xor.part4.rar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Laterz! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;[...leaves and then time travels]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-9169543809375560666?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/9169543809375560666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=9169543809375560666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/9169543809375560666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/9169543809375560666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/09/return-of-comebackheroes.html' title='The Return of the Comeback.....HEROES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-785455362481160092</id><published>2008-09-22T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:10:12.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downsized, Downgraded, Downtrodden</title><content type='html'>   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 241px;height: 264px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNejzgoKCCEAACFRmrc1/Apartment4Rent.jpg?et=IfqKZ81VEvqEorzoUmHj4Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the unfortunate happening of all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;kamalasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;kabwisitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; in my condo--water leaks, termite infestation, more water leaks, non-working water tank, and still more water leaks, I decided once and for all to leave the damned thing and pre-terminate the contract. It's been way too long that I've been steadfast and held on to the very last strand of what was left of my patience...but at some point, that strand--down to about 0.00000000009micrometer in one's Vernier Caliper--was a snap waiting to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And in the light of things, i.e. my current purchase of that OhmyGodwhathaveIdone loft-style condo in Greenbelt, I realized, my measly monthly paycheck of XXX pesos cannot sustain paying a yet-to-be-constructed condo unit and another current condo where I will be staying while waiting for the turn-over. So leaving this too-expensive-for-the-quality-of-living-condition-from-it condo unit in favor of a relatively cheaper, much commensurable (to the rent) apartment would actually be a wise move after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, having said that (and insinuated that I am now getting myself downsized, downgraded and a wee bit downtrodden), I am now officially in search of a nice, decent, liveable, clean, affordable apartment. Yes, an apartment and not a condo unit. Or maybe even a house. But please, no boarding houses or bedspaces...I've had my share of that back in University years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The damned classifieds are either showing listings of LADY occupants, bedspacers, or apartments that are so far off the Makati area. So really, I'm turning half-desperate and half-highstrung now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If you are--or anyone you know is--renting out an apartment unit, please, please, pretty please, send me a private message or an email at shiaolien@gmail.com. I am in URGENT need of a new place, as my contract ends October 18. My basic considerations are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.  Makati area only please--and preferably proximate to the CBD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.  2-bedroom unit preferred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3.  Safe environment, as well as quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4.  Does not flood...not if Mother Nature could help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5.  Accessible to all public transport (OK, I can forego buses cuz I almost never take 'em)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6.  Relatively big...say the room to be about 20sqm maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7.  No ghostly apparitions...I have a sixth sense that I'd rather not be using!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8.  Friendly, approachable AND reasonable landlord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9.  A provision for a kitchen would be marvelous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. Clean toilet and bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. Affordable...or at least commensurate to the condition of the structure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, I guess all the above are really basic ones. Anything outside of that would just make me reconsider NOT moving there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-785455362481160092?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/785455362481160092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=785455362481160092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/785455362481160092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/785455362481160092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/09/downsized-downgraded-downtrodden.html' title='Downsized, Downgraded, Downtrodden'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-1314234517313468976</id><published>2008-09-11T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:28:14.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology My Arse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 192px;HEIGHT: 238px;" height="630" src="http://www.miltonblack.com.au/images/Homepage/Astrology_280400.jpg" width="372" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;one of my casters Rory, emailed this to me. as i was still killing about 20 minutes from my lunch hour, i figured maybe, just this one time, i'll indulge myself in some junk mail. ehehehehehe.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;according to this email (whose entire content may be found &lt;a href="&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?hglnlbn6jxw'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?hglnlbn6jxw&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), your personality or character traits may be attributable to your birth month, astrological sign, or the first letter of your name.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ehehehehehe...sige nga!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;here's mine:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: x-large;"&gt;Does your name begin with: B?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You give off vibes of lazy sensuality. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You enjoy being romanced, wined, and dined. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You are very happy to receive gifts as an  expression of the affection of your lover. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You want to be pampered and know how to pamper your mate. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You are private in your expression of endearments, and particular when it comes to love. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You will hold off until everything meets with your approval. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You can control your appetite &amp; feelings. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You require new sensations and experiences. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You are willing to experiment.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: x-large;"&gt;Were you born in: JUNE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thinks far with vision.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Easily influenced by kindness.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Polite and soft-spoken.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Having lots of ideas.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sensitive.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Active mind.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Hesitating.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tends to delay.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Choosy and always wants the best.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Temperamental.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Funny and humorous.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Loves to joke.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Good debating skills.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Talkative.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Daydreamer.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Friendly.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Knows how to make friends.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Abiding.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Able to show character.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Easily hurt.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Prone to getting colds.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Loves to dress up.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Easily bored.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Fussy.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Seldom show emotions.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Takes time to recover when hurt.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Brand conscious.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Executive.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Stubborn.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: x-large;"&gt;Are you under the Zodiac sign: CANCER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;Turn ons&lt;/span&gt;: Try to adapt yourself with the chan ging moods of the Cancer. At one moment they may be laughing and enjoying and in another moment they may cry or sulk. You may have to adjust with the moody and sensitive Cancer. They are like the tides in the ocean always fluctuating. Cancer people love food so if you know how to cook and can be poetic and romantic (added Bonus) then you know the way to their heart.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;Turn offs&lt;/span&gt;: Cancerians are very sensitive people and can get easily hurt. So do not play with t heir emotions and sentiments. They are like tides that can take you with it. They form emotional bonds with even inanimate things too so do not ask them to discard old caps or souvenirs these things hold special meaning to them. You have to realize that the crabs have soft heart and are vulnerable. Do not contradict their tested line of thought and action it would only lead to confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-1314234517313468976?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/1314234517313468976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=1314234517313468976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1314234517313468976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1314234517313468976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/09/astrology-my-arse.html' title='Astrology My Arse'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-1003448411641450699</id><published>2008-09-05T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:15:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basura is Basura.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 228px;HEIGHT: 171px;" height="190" src="http://bedzine.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/trash-trash-can-1.jpg" width="242" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is going to be one of my shortest blogs (wow, may lagnat yata ako!!!). And it's not even mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A friend emailed this a while ago. It's SO very very true, I wish everyone would actually apply this philosophy in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new', courier;"&gt;It's ok to look back at the trash you've thrown away, but never pick it up again -- it's dirty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Makes sense, diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No further comment. Learn how to read between the lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-1003448411641450699?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/1003448411641450699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=1003448411641450699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1003448411641450699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1003448411641450699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/09/basura-is-basura.html' title='Basura is Basura.'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-2729489814475490093</id><published>2008-09-03T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:52:44.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boyce Within</title><content type='html'>While waiting for the damned training database to be up and running, lemme take a "Multiply Break" and upload this file for sharing...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across this boy band (yeah, yeah, I may be old...ER but I still listen to dem boy bands) from Florida named Boyce Avenue. You've heard (about) them? If you haven't, read their profile on &lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/72968344"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/72968344"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; page.  For the love of me, I can't seem to remember why I started thinking this was a US-based Pinoy band. Hmmmm....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dahil ba Manzano ang last name? Hehehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd316/jdixon736/weezer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Serp sent me an mp3 of them covering Chris Brown's "With You" a couple of weeks ago, and I actually found it...not bad at all. So, after my search in my torrents and Rapidshare sites (yes, we do pay to be premium users, you know), I got hold of two of their albums. I'll share the covers CD here first. Tell me what you think, and I can email you their other one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can download their CD by clicking &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/142210819/Boyce_Avenue_-_Acoustic_Covers.rar"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; HERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-2729489814475490093?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/2729489814475490093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=2729489814475490093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2729489814475490093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2729489814475490093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/09/boyce-within.html' title='The Boyce Within'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-7895561872984329069</id><published>2008-09-02T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:29:41.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 189px;height: 189px;" class="alignright" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/2061886391_e96007b80e.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I received this forwarded SMS from Sheila last night while I was toweling myself dry at the gym locker room:  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever take a close look at "HEALTHY HEART"? Look again."HEAL THY HEART" If we heal our hearts from past hurts, wounds, insults, pain...Forget about getting even, and don't hold grudges, then we will have a healthy heart! :) Good evening! God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I SMS'd her back saying, "Sheils, I am struggling to heal...but I'm just not there yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...but what if I don't get there?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I still hurt. I'm still burned. But I can't heal just yet. If time heals all wounds, how much time do I need? Could I be running out of time?&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-7895561872984329069?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/7895561872984329069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=7895561872984329069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7895561872984329069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7895561872984329069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/2061886391_e96007b80e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-1985470651931726722</id><published>2008-09-01T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:36:12.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spank Me Baby, Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This email made me laugh so hard, for a while there I thought I had a whiplash...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;---------- Forwarded message ----------&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;From: &lt;b class="gmail_sendername"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tantatatan@yahoomail.com"&gt;tantatatan@yahoomail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Date: Sep 1, 2008 11:19 AM&lt;br&gt;Subject: Fw: Spanking children&lt;br&gt;To: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;u&gt;shiaolien@gmail.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;Spanking children&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Most of America's population think its improper to spank children, so I have tried other methods to control my kids when they have one of 'those moments.'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One that I found effective is for me to just take the child for a car ride and talk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They usually calm down and stop misbehaving after our car ride together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've included a photo below of one of my sessions with my son, in case you would like to use the technique. I think this works for grandchildren, too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/imageview.php?quickkey=dfpxcgcu1kv&amp;thumb=4' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.mediafire.com/imgbnc.php/c1f8a2839622574292b6fb4cff2309fd3g.jpg' border='0'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Now, now, I think I should start using this method for those pain in the ass colleagues and clients... ;-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-1985470651931726722?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/1985470651931726722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=1985470651931726722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1985470651931726722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1985470651931726722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/09/spank-me-baby-yeah.html' title='Spank Me Baby, Yeah!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-6479699760964532512</id><published>2008-08-26T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:48:17.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankless and Shameless</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SLPDEQoKCCEAABoBvwU1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 154px;HEIGHT: 217px;" height="245" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLPDEQoKCCEAABoBvwU1/tipjar.jpg?et=v5hHRB%2BpEX32kkcEJDYC4Q&amp;nmid=0" width="129" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am blogging this as I wait for my 830pm flight to Bangkok via Thai Air—finally, an airline that actually serves "hot meal" onboard, and not packaged biscuits and commercial nuts. It's now 721pm, and I still have some time to kill amidst endless PA announcements for some Pinoy-packed Gulf Air flight being delayed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;After waiting for thirty stressful minutes at Pasong Tamo for a dratted cab ride to the airport, I finally saw an approaching empty cab. As I hailed it and started hauling my luggage, the driver rolled down his window and asked where I was headed to. An ominous feeling of eventual rejection started to sink in. When I told him I'm bound for the airport, he casually—and mind you, quite cocksure of himself—said that I'd HAVE to pay him 300bucks! I was like, WTF??! In my semi-desperation (it was almost 6pm and check-in starts in 5mins...and I was still 40mins away), I despairingly said, "No. 200 &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;lang&lt;/i&gt;." To my consternation and disgust, he said no and started rolling away...but not without mumbling something like, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;"&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Para&lt;/st1:place&gt; isandaan lang e..."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had to stifle the urge to pick up the rock on the sidewalk and fling it to his windshield. Bastard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;After finally getting a cab with a courteous and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;maabilidad &lt;/i&gt;with traffic driver—and paying just P150 (P30 tip included)—It was finally time for checking-in. Check-in and customs clearing were uneventful. But as I was going through screening, a renewed surge of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;kabwisitan&lt;/i&gt; caught me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I knew the drill...I've gone through hundreds of security checks in several international airports by now. I took a plastic basket, and dumped into it all my coins, my phone, iPod, belt and—after getting into my trusty old flipflops so I don't get to walk barefoot on the filthy carpeted floor—my sneakers. As soon as I placed my toad bag on the conveyor belt, the person manning the metal detector blurted out with a smirk,&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; "Wow, &lt;/i&gt;Prada&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;...wala bang pa-ambon dyan?"&lt;/i&gt; I was still in a state of disbelief as I gathered my things. I had to stifle a remark such as,&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; "Dun ka sa labas, umuulan...nang mamatay ka sa pulmunya."&lt;/i&gt;, and just forced-grinned at him and said, "Are you even sure it's genuine Prada?". I didn't bother waiting for a reply lest I’d need to show the authenticity card in the inside pocket if he answered otherwise...and I walked away, shaking my head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Not even fully recovered from what just happened, I approached the guard at Gate 10 and showed my boarding pass. He didn't even look at my documents, and out of the blue, casually said,&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; "Wala ba &lt;/i&gt;Sir &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;maski pa-kape lang dyan?"&lt;/i&gt;—with the same &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;ngiting aso&lt;/i&gt; as the metal detector guy. I had to make sure I heard him correctly, and said incredulously,&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; "Anoo?!" &lt;/i&gt;Believe you me, he repeated exactly what he said some three seconds ago, this time with matching Charades action: gesturing a drinking in a cup motion, as if I was stupid and did not understand plain words. I lost it. I glared at him wide-eyed and “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Mukha ba ako dispenser ng &lt;/i&gt;Nescafe&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;? Umayos ka Manong ha!”&lt;/i&gt;, and then marched away with an even more vigorous shaking of my head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;What is wrong with our people? Have our concepts of industry, dignity, service, genuine concern, and helpfulness gone AWOL and their absence completely messed up our humanity? Why can’t we do our jobs or at the very least, an extra amount or degree of service and kindness without expecting anything in return? Have we become too uncaring and thick-skinned to even exert an iota of (moral) excellence and be, for once, selfless? In the greater scheme of things, when exactly did this what’s-in-it-for-me mentality start devouring our philanthropic faculties?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Which brings me to this other concept: tips. In the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, if you do not give a (15%) tip to a server, you get a rap and may even be &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;forced&lt;/i&gt; to shell moolah out. And back home, everything from salon service to mail delivery/courier service to cab fare to restaurant service…all have an unspoken “required” tip. It’s some established practice which everybody seems to have been complying with since I don’t know when. Looking it up on Dictionary.com, I’ve found that a TIP is defined as a “gratuity; something given without claim or demand.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, why is it that tipping has become such a sine qua non in our daily transactions? Tipping should only be an act of appreciation for exactly this: an exceptional service that created a delightful experience…not a requisite charge. No great service, no tip.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Here are some experiences I’ve had involving tips:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;tab-stops: list .25in;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The restaurant that I ate in made me wait for my salad for about thirty minutes, gave the wrong dressing and took forever to give me my change. Their service charge was incredulous, so I did not leave even a single penny;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;tab-stops: list .25in;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;A cab driver in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt; gave me exact change for a 42.50 peso fare and did not even hint for a tip;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;tab-stops: list .25in;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;A Sky Cop at the Houston Airport did nothing for us except give us a pushcart for our luggage, but as I felt compelled to give him a tip, I gave two dollars, to which he quipped “Just this???!”…so I irritably replied, “Gramps, you didn’t do shit for me, you should be grateful I even gave you that!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;tab-stops: list .25in;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;In one of my provincial tours, I had a cheap-ass haircut for 40 bucks. He did an excellent job; I gave him 50 bucks tip—higher than the haircut itself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;In my discernment, I think we are all responsible for brainwashing service people to expect tips or other forms of reward for &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;any&lt;/i&gt;—that is, not even &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/i&gt;—service they provide. This should not be how things are. Rewards—assuming there should even be some form of it—are to be a pure luxury, something out of the kindness of the recipients’ heart, and nothing mandatory. Again, (extra) service—in any of its form or dimensions—should be given with nothing expected in return…that is the true essence of admirable customer service.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Nakakahiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;. Do these people that I encountered today do the same exact thing to fellow Pinoys…or worse, foreign tourists? Geesh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-6479699760964532512?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/6479699760964532512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=6479699760964532512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6479699760964532512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6479699760964532512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/08/thankless-and-shameless.html' title='Thankless and Shameless'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-4493735786610647115</id><published>2008-08-20T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:36:07.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Wicked Little Thing</title><content type='html'> &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKtXSgoKCCEAAAUPlBk1/wicked1.jpg?et=kn5Z2iIrrMlr4%2CyldrUfCw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire. It's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prequel&lt;/span&gt; to L. Frank Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. It focuses on the life of Elphaba, that poor misunderstood green-skinned girl who eventually turned out to become the Wicked Witch of the West that Dorothy and her crew ended up killing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No. This is NOT a children's book. It is dark, sad, and is drizzled with adult profanity here and there. So, why would you want to read it? Because it is quite interesting and a wee bit captivating...especially if you're the vicarious reader type.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, now...it's quite a read. And you don't have lots of time. Or maybe you just waste half of your day's time commuting and staring at either traffic or your MRT/FX seatmate's sorry excuse for legs. So,  you need something to get you by and save your sanity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tada. Wicked Audiobook! As read by actor John McDonough (sinoraw???? Hinde sya sikat, so don't bother Googling him).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's a good 20 hours of listening, divided into three segments. Let me just reiterate, however, that it is NOT for the weak of heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Download all three files/links here:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?q2msem53mzj"&gt;Link 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?edlulmyfir8"&gt;Link 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hjzscosgjy4"&gt;Link 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Enjoy! &lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-4493735786610647115?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/4493735786610647115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=4493735786610647115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4493735786610647115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4493735786610647115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-wicked-little-thing.html' title='You Wicked Little Thing'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-7886144245375798920</id><published>2008-08-19T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:10:35.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big F*cking Waste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKp-tQoKCCEAAF2pJCE1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 250px;HEIGHT: 202px;" height="202" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKp-tQoKCCEAAF2pJCE1/wall-E.jpg?et=WqQayB%2CskTKbK8YY6AlojQ&amp;nmid=0" width="212" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...that's how the Earth was in the 22nd century--a planet overrun by unrecycled waste, it eventually became so polluted that it could no longer support life. In an attempt to keep humanity alive, the government's president sponsored a five-year exodus from Earth aboard a fleet of luxury starliners called The Axiom (with a fully-automated robot crew) that would support every need of the humans onboard. Hundreds of thousands of waste-disposal robots were left behind to clean up the planet by compacting the trash into cubes and stacking them into skyscraper-like towers for easy disposal. But by 2011, it was determined that the Earth was already way too toxic for the space-travellers to return...so everyone would have to stay in space and survive from within the space craft.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Or at least, that's how the movie Wall-E painted the picture of what Earth would be like.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;It was a stretch, I know, considering the timelines and the feasibilities of space living/survival. But when you really think about it, at the rate things are going with global warming, greenhouse effect, la ni&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;ñ&lt;/font&gt;a, widespread pollution, toxic levels, etc., it doesn't really take much to imagine it happening to Earth sooner or later.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;The movie Wall-E is heartwarming, funny, novel, charming and light. Having watched the trailer and seeing posters and teasers some weeks ago, I had the initial assumption that this was going to be a "love story" between robots--if there ever was such a thing. &lt;em&gt;(It stirred some form of nostalgia in me, calling upon high school memories of an 80s movie called "*Batteries Not Included", which likewise involved a "love story" between to supposedly inanimate objects.) &lt;/em&gt;But, having watched the movie in its entirety--twice, for that matter--I realize that the "love story" aspect of it just came as a bonus. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Wall-E, or &lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Waste Allocation Load Lifter Earth-Class, is a dirty mechanical old-school tank-like prototype, and is one curious robot. He looks at certain garbage with inquisitive eyes and uses an approach akin to humans' sense of sentimental valuation. He is a hopeless romantic, left with nobody except for a friendly and obedient cockroach variety. He was the last WALL-E unit left roaming the Earth, and had been alone since the last waste allocator&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt; unit failed. That was until EVE came along. EVE, or Extraterrestrial Vegetation Evaluator, is a state-of-the-art, iPod-like skinned, and "sexy" robot. She does what she was programmed to do--to probe the Earth for evidence of life...and that's what all she was going to do. Having met Wall-E, however, changed all that. A friendship ensued, albeit shortlived as she had to be plucked out of the Earth and brought back to The Axiom for testing of her discovery (i.e. the living plant).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;The "love story" of the two robots proved to be very refreshing. There were no words involved--no "i love yous" or "i missed you" or "will you be mine" or the likes. It was just love in its unadulterated state. Aside from love, the movie likewise showed a myriad of positive emotions: selflessness, sense of duty, commitment to the people, friendship and standing by each other, innocence, appreciation of beauty, inquisitiveness, hope, and taking care of others. This is one movie you would definitely want to take your kids to watch with you, and not some violent movie disguised as an animated featurette.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;More than the love story/friendship angle, the environmental awareness feature of the movie was totally laudable. It was compelling--particularly the first few portions of the movie where the utter barrenness and emptiness of Earth was highlighted. The music of Thomas Newman particularly pummeled the almost-reality of such toxic and desolate world with its ominous sound and almost melancholic melodies by the orchestra. Showing how the human species had been leading sedentary, careless lives and being almost literally taken over by machines/computers was almost prophetic for me--it seems almost real that as early as this century, we are already living this kind of life. And again, this is the kind of movie that you would want to take your kids to, and take some quality bonding time by processing the lessons from the movie with them. Trust me, this will be your contribution to Mother Earth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;And although the plot seemed a wee bit slow to climax, it was well-worth the wait. I can't seem to imagine anybody going out of the movie theaters feeling short-changed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I'd give it two thumbs up...or raise whatever finger(s) EVE/WALL-E's got. Trust me, it's one of the more imaginatively made and individual pieces of work that the Pixar has developed. Pixar has completely outdone itself. They just keep getting better and better. And you thought Finding Nemo was their best so far. Of course, in saying that, a bunch of people might disagree...but, heck, this is MY review...so make your own. ;p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I'd like to just close this mini-review with that one line the Captain said to Control, "I don't want to survive. I want to live".  That line was particularly incisive, you wouldn't expect that coming from a fat animated man. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For those who want ringtones and message alert tones from the movie, I've compiled a few in a WinRAR file, all in WAV and MP3 format. Click &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?bv7yvukkqmv"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to download. Share the love and forward it to your buddies. :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-7886144245375798920?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/7886144245375798920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=7886144245375798920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7886144245375798920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/7886144245375798920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-fcking-waste.html' title='Big F*cking Waste...'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-3688207370422461631</id><published>2008-08-14T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:47:31.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New F Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKP@ygoKCCEAAHPqomQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 149px;HEIGHT: 193px;" height="267" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKP@ygoKCCEAAHPqomQ1/f-word.jpg?et=q76GXYGblWnq%2BPkP87s5VA&amp;nmid=0" width="172" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what F word? anobah. eh di fuck. asus. you've been on my Multiply page long enough for you to know that i ain't playing it tweetums.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;so, anyway...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;the new F word, according to urban lingo, is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;RAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. yes. like the animal. or the truck that represents the animal. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;so, if you're in a club, or the gym, or a dark alley, or just casually walking and doing your window-shopping and suddenly this chick/dude gives you the eye...the &lt;em&gt;dirty look&lt;/em&gt;--which you almost-certainly know what is about--go do the following step-by-step:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;1. raise your eyebrow (to acknowledge her/him) or if you can't do that (what a loser), then wink&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;2. gently wet your &lt;u&gt;lower&lt;/u&gt; lip and then crack a smile--this goes as a combo with number 1...but you gotta do it nicely lest be thought of as a retard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;3. approach the target (or, if you're more conservative, wait for her/him to be the predator and you the prey)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;4. and after an almost perfunctory HEY (easy on the H...make it smooth, tiger), say the magic word: &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna ram?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;There. Spread the legs...er....the word, and make this world a rammable place.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-3688207370422461631?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/3688207370422461631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=3688207370422461631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3688207370422461631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3688207370422461631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-f-word.html' title='The New F Word'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-2157848969859668602</id><published>2008-07-30T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:58:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three-Minute Management Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJAQ0AoKCCEAAF3zmlg1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 222px;HEIGHT: 138px;" height="116" src="http://www.dimefx.com/images/Management.jpg" width="253" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks to Maita--who believes in these adages as much as I do (we're such peas in a pod, I feel so sorry for her LOL)--for forwarding this email to my inbox. Now, it's time to share...to make my Momma proud. ;-) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lesson 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800.00 to drop that towel." After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800.00 and leaves..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"It was Bob the next door neighbor," she replies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Great!" the husband says, "Did he say anything about the $800.00 he owes me?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #339966;"&gt;Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';"&gt;Lesson 2&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The nun said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?" The priest removed his hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The priest apologized "Sorry sister but the flesh is weak." Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #339966;"&gt;Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';"&gt;Lesson 3&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, "I'll give each of you just one wish." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Bahamas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puff! She's gone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Piña Coladas and the love of my life."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puff! He's gone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, "I want those two clowns back in the office after lunch."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #339966;"&gt;Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';"&gt;Lesson 4 &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I&lt;br&gt;also sit like you and do nothing?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The eagle answered: "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #339966;"&gt;Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lesson 5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #339966;"&gt;Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';"&gt;Lesson 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New';mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying t here, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #339966;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br&gt;1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy&lt;br&gt;2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend &lt;br&gt;3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;This concludes the 3-minute management course. Wahehehehe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-2157848969859668602?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/2157848969859668602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=2157848969859668602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2157848969859668602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2157848969859668602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-minute-management-course.html' title='The Three-Minute Management Course'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-3400653755155054222</id><published>2008-07-24T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:03:27.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why So Serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 157px;height: 187px;" class="alignright" src="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/another-posted-for-the-dark-knight.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If by now, you still haven't watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;, go hit your Shutdown button and run to the theaters. Like right now. Go!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; It's nothing like you've ever seen before. Trust me. But then again, this coming from someone who actually sang along a la karaoke night with the entire cast of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamma Mia!&lt;/span&gt;, you would probably snigger in my face saying, "moron". So don't take my word for it. From an online source, apparently, &lt;span&gt;The Dark Knight took in a record $155.34 million in its first weekend. And that's not just because of the apparent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potterish &lt;/span&gt;hype, but because of its totally staggering impact on the viewers--it leaves you &lt;/span&gt;staggering from the theater, stunned by its scope and complexity.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt; One would recall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/span&gt; as a relatively &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just OK&lt;/span&gt; prequel-installment to the Batman series...so having watched The Dark Knight, it made me think that it unquestionably provided redemption to its progenitor. It had a haunting quality in it that would make even non-comic book junkies hooked on it lock-stock-and-barrel: sitting through more than 150 minutes of the movie takes you flipping through the pages of the comic-book-turned-movie...from The Joker's heist to The Cape Crusader's going forth into the pitch black that is Gotham City.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The set and design were completely apt. Location for Gotham City--shot almost entirely in Chicago--gave the feel of being surreal: like a tween between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ahehehe...sorry, redundant)&lt;/span&gt; a fictional city and real people's premises. Everything was in place: the whimsical buildings, breathtaking aerial shots from hundreds of feet above the ground in Hong Kong's Kowloon District, the almost bare but light-flooded workshop, the immaculate bachelor's pad bedroom with all glass windows, and the sonar-spying videowall. The costumes were of different species--dapper, chic, &lt;i&gt;ergonomic&lt;/i&gt;, ingenious, sinister and even sexy. The vehicles used were just over-the-top: from the &lt;i&gt;luxury&lt;/i&gt; sports car to the heavily armored and wired Batmobile, every man in the cinema would simultaneously pee and cum in his pants--it's every little big boy's toy.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;And the acting. Oh my God. The acting. You can most definitely feel the intensity of every single character's emotions--from the anxiety to the anguish to the glee to the fear to the despair...no amount of emotion was wasted. Outstanding emotionally-packed sequences were: Harvey Denton's anguish over the death of Rachel Dawes; James Gordon's wife's discovery of his faked death; Lucius Fox's nonchalance over an employee's blackmail attempt to whistleblow Batman's identity; and of course the entire cast of passengers in both boats in deciding which boat to blow up to save themselves.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Christian Bale looked more, uhm, confident this time--that is, compared to Batman Begins. I wonder if that has got to do with his more sophisticated, more improved Batsuit...but you can really tell, he's literally slid into the role more comfortably this time around.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Aaron Eckart, in my opinion was just &lt;i&gt;underutilized. &lt;/i&gt;He was a betwixt and between good portrayer of the Morally Upright Man role. In the movie, he only scintillated right when he snapped and crossed the line between good and evil--in the persona of Two-Face. I just wish his good-gone-wrong role was stretched longer than what actually was in the movie. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Michael Caine still excelled as the faggish, unequivocal butler. Although his lines were written by a bunch of quick-witted scriptwriters, he claimed ownership for every one, especially the innuendos, candid remarks, and the occasional sarcasms.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;But the movie's focal point character, in my mind--as well as a league of others, I would suppose--was Heath Ledger. I found myself comparing his performance with Jack Nicholson's in the 1989 Batman...but realized that it'll be like comparing apples to lemons. The way he reinvented The Joker was quite unexpected. His mannerisms and gesticulations seemed &lt;i&gt;legit&lt;/i&gt;, i.e. worked seamlessly into the psychopathic persona of the character. The way he'd peer at you from his maniacal eyes, his throaty sinister voice, and his mercurial shift from being somber to excessively gleeful, were surprises you wouldn't expect from a very young, supposedly novice actor. Heath was such a waste of tremendous talent. His untimely death was such a sad, sad joke of life...even less funny than his spoof of Jerry Maguire's "You complete me".&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The Dark Knight isn't probably something I would watch more than twice like I did the others. Or at least not immediately after the first or second...for it was heavy and dark as (k)night. But it was really worth the ride in the back seat of the Batcycle looking at Gotham's story in a little under three hours. True enough, Batman's &lt;i&gt;the hero that Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now ... and so Gotham will hunt him ... because he can take it ... because he's not a hero... he's a silent guardian, a watchful protector... a Dark Knight.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-3400653755155054222?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/3400653755155054222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=3400653755155054222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3400653755155054222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3400653755155054222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-so-serious.html' title='Why So Serious?'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-5993497769028070409</id><published>2008-07-23T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:41:05.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halle-halle-halle-hollliiiiiiiiiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 217px;HEIGHT: 151px;" height="230" src="http://www.amaprolidays.com/images/photo-holidays.jpg" width="192" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's almost the last quarter of the year, and still lots of peeps are mystified about the &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; holidays--what with the papalit-palit, palipat-lipat holidays courtesy of the bantam president. &lt;em&gt;(Read: kumusta naman daw ang KMU na montik nang maging KMD dahil Mayo Dos dapat ise-celebrate ang Labor Day?!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;With that said, ayan. Magtigil na sa pagse-speculate. Here's the official proclamation from Malaca&lt;font size="2"&gt;ñ&lt;/font&gt;ang on the holidays of 2008. O, plano na ng mga bakashyooooooooon!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="content"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;MALACAÑANG PALACE&lt;br&gt;MANILA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE PHILIPPINES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;PROCLAMATION NO. 1463&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;DECLARING THE REGULAR HOLIDAYS AND SPECIAL (NON-WORKING) DAYS FOR THE YEAR 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;WHEREAS, Republic Act No. 9492 (“R.A. No. 9492”) dated July 24, 2007, entitled “An Act Rationalizing the Celebration of National Holidays Amending for the Purpose Section 26, Chapter 7, Book 1 of Executive Order No. 292, as amended, otherwise known as The Administrative Code of 1987”, was issued to declare certain specific days (specific or movable) as special or regular holidays;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;WHEREAS, R.A. 9492 provides that holidays, except those which are religious in nature, are moved to the nearest Monday unless otherwise modified by law, order or proclamation;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;WHEREAS, May 1 (Labor Day) has been a long cherished tradition of workers, a holiday which trade unions fought very hard to institutionalize in the country and an international event that the workers want to celebrate on its exact date;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;WHEREAS, in order to enable our countrymen to have a more meaningful observance of Christmas and New Year, to strengthen their ties with one another, it is fitting to declare December 26, 2008 (Friday) and December 29, 2008 (Monday) as additional special (non-working) days throughout the country;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;NOW, THEREFORE, I, GLORIA MACAPAGAL-ARROYO, President of the Republic of the Philippines, by virtue of the powers vested in me by law, do hereby order:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;SECTION I. The following regular holidays and special days for the year 2008 shall be observed in the country:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;A. Regular Holidays&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;Maundy Thursday - March 20 (Thursday)&lt;br&gt;Good Friday - March 21 (Friday)&lt;br&gt;Araw ng Kagitingan - April 7 (Monday), Monday nearest April 9&lt;br&gt;Labor Day - May 1 (Thursday)&lt;br&gt;Independence Day - June 9 (Monday), Monday nearest June 12&lt;br&gt;National Heroes Day - August 25 (Monday), Last Monday of August&lt;br&gt;Bonifacio Day - December 1 (Monday), Monday nearest November 30&lt;br&gt;Christmas Day - December 25 (Thursday)&lt;br&gt;Rizal Day - December 30 (Tuesday)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;B. Special (non-working) Holidays&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;Ninoy Aquino Day - August 18 (Monday), Monday nearest August 21&lt;br&gt;All Saints Day - November 1 (Saturday)&lt;br&gt;Additional special (non-working) day - December 26 (Friday)&lt;br&gt;Additional special (non-working) day - December 29 (Monday)&lt;br&gt;Last Day of the Year - December 31 (Wednesday)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;SECTION 2. The Proclamation declaring a national holiday for the observance of Eidul Fitr shall hereafter be issued after the approximate date of the Islamic holiday has been determined in accordance with Islamic calendar (Hijra) or the lunar calendar, or upon Islamic astronomical calculations, whichever is possible or convenient. To this end, the Office on Muslim Affairs shall inform the Office of the President on which day the holiday shall fall.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;SECTION 3. The Department of Labor and Employment (DOLE) shall promulgate the implementing guidelines for this Proclamation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;SECTION 4. This Proclamation shall take effect immediately.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;SECTION 5. This Proclamation shall be published in a newspaper of general circulation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the seal of the Republic of the Philippines to be affixed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;Done in the City of Manila this 18th day of February, in the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Eight.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;By the President:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier" color="#006600"&gt;(Sgd.) EDUARDO R. ERMITA&lt;br&gt;Executive Secretary&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end content --&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-5993497769028070409?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/5993497769028070409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=5993497769028070409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5993497769028070409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5993497769028070409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/07/halle-halle-halle-hollliiiiiiiiiday.html' title='Halle-halle-halle-hollliiiiiiiiiday!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-5636227464904710225</id><published>2008-07-21T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:08:59.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Naming Mahal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 170px;HEIGHT: 124px;" height="173" src="http://bebsisms.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/up-oblation-6.jpg" width="226" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This article about the Peyups psyche isn't mine...I wish I actually wrote it, though! Janice (fellow Iskö and Public Ad alumni) forwarded it via Gmail and I thought it was a worthwhile long-read. This was written by Maya Baltazar Herrera for The Manila Standard and first published in 6 June, 2008. I am posting it here without permission. Don't sue me. ;-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;There are no children here&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;This week, I went to a meeting at the UP &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Economics&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and I came away with renewed belief in the value of the UP experience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;If you speak to anyone from UP – student, professor, and alumnus - you will get no Latin slogans or apologies about how the school teaches values in spite of its outward materialism. This is not a student population that thinks about basketball games or memorizes school songs. This is not a school that chooses one statement to drill into the minds of its students.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;This is not, of course, to say that UP does not care about values. It is that UP, in its own inimitable way, believes that values cannot be force-fed. The statue of the naked man that guards the entrance to the campus in Diliman best represents UP's approach to all education and the respect for students that is the center of its educational philosophy. All who come to this university, regardless of origin, bring themselves naked, carrying nothing but their thirst; like the proverbial empty teacup, making an offering of self, waiting to be filled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;*Adults*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;For many students from private schools, the first lesson that is learned here is that this is a school for adult education. There are no children here, and that is why no parents are allowed either at freshman orientation or during enlistment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;The spirit of the oblation lies not in a mother or a father offering up his child to the world, it is that of the newly adult, freely offering of his self.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;I remember quite vividly that moment that drove home how different the UP education continues to be. It was my daughter's first semester in university and she had invited a group of her high school friends to our house. One of them asked a classmate whether she had gotten her parents’ permission form approved for that weekend's outreach activity. From the UP population around the table came the mock horrified responses of: "Permission? " and "Outreach?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;I thought about it and realized that all of these students were, in fact, legally adults. I thought it interesting that only the UP students appeared to appreciate this fact.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;Even more interesting was the "outreach" comment. I think back to my own university years and the last three years that my daughter has been in UP and am certain there is no lack of civic activity. There are medical missions, house building projects, tree planting, community work and barrio work and so on. I realize now that the reaction was not to the activity as much as it was to the use of the word.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;One of the most important differences of the UP campus from all the other campuses my children considered going to is that this campus has no walls. Many parents fear this. They are afraid their precious children will not be protected from the ills of society in a campus that is so open to the rest of the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;But UP is open to the world in more ways than just not having the physical walls.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;*Community *&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;Being in UP means much more than being a student. This campus is enmeshed in a community. This community is made up not only of the transient population of students who go home each night. It includes the many, many students who lay their heads on dorm pillows each night, enduring time away from families in the firm belief that this campus will bring them closer to their dreams. This community includes the families of faculty and employees who live on campus. It also includes the many people who work not for the University, but nevertheless work on campus. This community includes the lady who remembers the brand of cigarette you smoke and automatically hands it to you in the morning. It includes the gentleman who remembers you like pepper on your egg sandwich or the one who knows you will dip your fish balls into two of his sauces, who patiently waits for you to eat your three sticks before being paid. It includes the woman who saw all her children through college by selling peanuts every day on campus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;To a UP student, the daily heartbeat of the school is never far away from the realities of the country. The word outreach suggests that civic activity is something outside of the normal, something you do once in a while. It must be immensely difficult to think of community as a thing apart when your campus experience brings you face to face with all of the world's realities every day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;*Character*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;All of this probably explains that unmistakable sense of self that you will find from students who come from this campus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;Here is a campus where all have the same opportunities to learn. But, also, here is a campus that will give all the same opportunities to fail. There are no guidance counselors who will chase after you because you have been skipping classes. The attitude this university takes is that you must take the initiative – for learning, for seeking help, for realizing you need help.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;That is not to say that no help exists. But it is help that is not forced upon you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;This is a university rich in both introspection and conversation. On this campus, the student is constantly exposed to people – faculty, administrators, community members, other students – who care deeply and passionately about the world. The conversations are almost never purely cerebral. A single graph can provoke comments about government policy and its effects on people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;As a result, UP is home to a student population that looks at the world and cares. It is easy to see pictures of protesting students and dismiss it as radicalism. But there are few campuses in this country where students go beyond a passing curiosity about what is happening in the world beyond their own lives. There are even fewer universities where students not only care but also actually believe they have a responsibility to make a difference – not in some hazy future – today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;And that, I believe, is what truly forges character. Character is not molded by speeches or long classes in ethics or theology. Character grows from within. It begins by being handed the keys to your own self and being told you are in charge; you now have power over yourself and your own actions – and with that power, you take on responsibilities.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;Each student in this university goes through his own unique voyage of discovery. On his voyage, as he decides what he cares about, what he will fight for and what he will sacrifice, he crafts his own personal values.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;That is what education is truly about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;tab-stops: -.5in 0in .5in 1.0in 1.5in 2.0in 2.5in 3.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Helv;mso-bidi-font-family: Helv;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-5636227464904710225?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/5636227464904710225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=5636227464904710225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5636227464904710225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5636227464904710225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/07/up-naming-mahal.html' title='UP Naming Mahal'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-6978015221460035397</id><published>2008-07-16T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:37:23.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glamour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vtr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben redulla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tvc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tf'/><title type='text'>Glam Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SH3MHwoKCCEAAGkaK2A1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft height=289 src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SH3MHwoKCCEAAGkaK2A1/modelmanagementsheet.jpg?et=ASPSl%2BnHf8huobz%2CDjnveA&amp;amp;nmid=0" width=206 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Ever since the Sinecod Forte TVC aired on national television, my identity has been synonymous with the image of "the coughing guy in the cinema". Comments like "&lt;EM&gt;Ayyyyy, ikaw yong umuubo&lt;/EM&gt;!", "&lt;EM&gt;Anggaling mo naman umubo&lt;/EM&gt;", or a simple irksome, "&lt;EM&gt;Ubo-ubo-ubo&lt;/EM&gt;!" are but normal remarks that I would get on a day-to-day basis...especially now, that it airs like crazy, thanks to the rainy season. It's funny, but after the initial kilig of having a full-length, full-blown exposure (following my 1-, 2-second cameos in Frutos, Motilium and even DoH and Sun Cellular), it slowly ceased to be amusing.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I was a guest lecturer/facilitator in Cebu last June for the general orientation for agency leaders (GOAL) of my company. This was attended by unit managers and some financial advisers from the Visayas-Mindanao cluster. As I'm co-heading corporate training with Maita, we don't usually have training&amp;nbsp;involvement with the agency force...which explains the mention of the title "guest lecturer/facilitator" earlier.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;After a lengthy session opener/getting-to-know-you activity facilitated by the in-house agency force sales training manager, it was finally my portion's schedule. So I got my Bluetooth clicker ready, I straightened out the creases of my pants and shirt, and then stood up at the back, while waiting for my formal introduction to the participants. I was expecting to hear a spiel about me being the corporate training manager in head office, being "imported" to assist the sales training team to do this particular new employees orientation, that it was supposedly an honor to blahblahblah...heard those before. So when Jenny started deflecting from the "official"&amp;nbsp;spiel after the "We're honored to be joined here by..." portion, i froze in my corner. She continued by saying, "...a very familiar face, someone you would've definitely seen on your television sets. He is a very popular commercial model, and you will remember him from his latest commercial which he will tell you of and show you later. Ladies and gentlemen, &lt;EM&gt;isang masigabong palakpakan para kay Ben Redulla&lt;/EM&gt;".&amp;nbsp; Believe you me, I was beet red and was literally shaking as I laughed and shook my head as I walked my way towards the front of the class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;That was almost exactly the same scenario when i recently attended a friend's friend's birthday party in Ayala-Alabang. Being the gracious host that he supposedly was, he would introduce whoever arrives in his townhouse to every single one of his guests. He would introduce the guests "normally", i.e. by their names...but whenever he reaches me, he'd always say, "This is Ben Redulla, &lt;EM&gt;commercial model sya&lt;/EM&gt;".&amp;nbsp;Imagine me turning beet red. All over again...and repeatedly mumbling, "&lt;EM&gt;Anobah! May ganon talaga?!"&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Being a commercial model--ahem,&amp;nbsp;I still half-choke regarding myself as that--isn't exactly the glamorous job everybody thinks it is. A whole lot of my gang,&amp;nbsp;officemates,&amp;nbsp;and mom's kumares would tell me how my life is so dazzling, so kainggit, and so bongga--and then follows it up with statements like, "&lt;EM&gt;Oy, isama mo naman ako sa mga projects mo&lt;/EM&gt;"...or a variation like "&lt;EM&gt;Uy, yung anak/apo/pamangkin ko naman, ipa-owdishyon mo rin&lt;/EM&gt;".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;What they don't know is that modeling isn't exactly a glamorous job. All they see is the finished product--where we're all made up, wearing nice costumes, and with perfect lightings, blockings and editing. What they don't see is the&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;ordeal&lt;/STRONG&gt; of having to scrimmage against legions of co-model-wannabes in the DIScomfort of the audition/VTR/casting venues. The long lines, the sitting on the floor, the uncalculable cab fares to and from the venues, skipping meals, occasional pagtakas from the office, the spun out wait for your turn to do a 5-minute VTR (only to be told later that the person they're hiring is a known celebrity...blech!), the mortifying requirements for the audition such as taking off your shirt or doing a macho dancing routine...or both, the early-morning call times that don't start until after six hours of waiting, the countless takes especially when the director is such an exacting power-hungry prick, the countless resetting&amp;nbsp;of workshop/fitting/shoot scheduels, and the exhausting takes. And, oh, let's not forget the harrowing wait for the talent fee to be released...which really takes the cake in the worst thing about it. Because, ladies and gentlemen, we almost never get paid immediately after the shoot. That will be like one in two million chances.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love the attention (hahahaha), the recognition, the moolah, and the self-esteem boost that goes with it. But, hey, I'm not exactly absorbing yet the designation "Ben the Commercial Model". That's so tongue-in-cheek. Just remember...don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, I'm still, I'm still Benny from the Block.....BWAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-6978015221460035397?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/6978015221460035397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=6978015221460035397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6978015221460035397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6978015221460035397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/07/glam-boy.html' title='Glam Boy'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-6943343152992165569</id><published>2008-07-11T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:31:16.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayyyy, Mamma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHd8PQoKCCEAAGYCZ8o1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 146px;height: 213px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHd8PQoKCCEAAGYCZ8o1/mamma_mia.jpg?et=QAV9v86g6r59Dx5jGjbgfQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This movie by writer Johnson and director Lloyd (both are women, ahem) is utterly kitschy, superfluously song-and-dance-y, ultra-cheesy, unquestionably clichéd, and almost a wee bit predictable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was approaching my 450th calorie count on the Elliptical when the sloth bug bit me hard in the arse. It hit me: after a long harrowing day spattered with three resignations in the office, I totally deserved something more enjoyable than two hours of running, huffing-and-puffing, cycling, weight-lifting and stretching. On 448.6 calories, my fingers started hysterically typing away on my phone, ransacking the contacts list on which ones would want to catch a movie--either Hancock (whose lifespan in the cinemas is about to expire) or Mamma Mia! By 473.4 calories, I have gotten my sixth declination. I figured I could only take so much rejection, so I haphazardly pounded on the Reset button of the damned machine and headed to the locker. Just as I was entering, my buddy Jao came popping out of one of the doors. I asked him if he fancied a movie over the crazy heat at the gym--seeing that he was just about ready to start his workout. Luck was on my side. He was keen on getting a Get Out of Jail card himself. So we hit the shower and got the hell out of the gym and headed to the cinemas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After withstanding the absurdly long queues at both the box office and the takeout counter of Burger King, we finally got inside the cinema, missing the first 5 minutes or so. Honey, Honey was already playing--apparently Sophie's already gotten hold of her mother Donna's diary and had shared it with her girlfriends already. Nothing major missed out anyhow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mamma Mia!, to the completely clueless, is originally a musical based on the songs of Swedish pop group ABBA. Having said that, need I say more about the references to age, and era? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uh-uh. You shut your mouth or I'll tell you where to put it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The movie version was pretty loyal to the musical, I must say, considering all the theatrical and stage limitations. Veterans Meryl Streep, Colin Firth, Pierce Brosnan, and Julie Walters gave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; stellar performances--and mind you, the singing and dancing weren't exactly mediocre. You would expect something Dolphy-ish or Tito Vic and Joey-ish from these otherwise po-faced icons in the movie industry, but you'd be so astounded by their vocal prowess and terpsichorean abilities as they literally let their hairs down...and get donned in spandex and besequinned outfits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The songs, aside from being almost seemlessly woven into the storyline, were nostalgic of a glorious age otherwise known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;youth&lt;/span&gt;...and a whole bunch of people in the cinema were actually heard mumbling and singing along to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing Queen, Voulez-vous, SOS, The Winner Takes it All, &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Money Money Money&lt;/span&gt;, among others. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The set was perfect. The rustic Greek locale where it was shot in its entirety oozed of beauty, tranquility, simplicity and unpretentiousness. The costumes--and even the lack of it on a lot of scenes--fit everyone very well...and I wasn't referring to how it drops on their shoulders like they were mannequins, but how it was effortless for everyone wearing their characters. The lighting, the decorations, the paints used, the rocks...hell, everything on the set was just facile. Just wait for the final scene where Sky and Sophia leave in a motorized boat to the tune of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Have a Dream&lt;/span&gt;, and tell me if it does not take your breath away with its sheer celestial aura.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Will I recommend this movie to people? Hell, yes...whether you grew listening to ABBA songs or its remakes, or you just want to see newcomer Amanda Seyfried (amazing voice) or hunk Dominic Cooper (hate him and his V-cuts and absence of fat albeit being already thirty years old). I must tell you, Meryl Streep's splits in mid-air, or Pierce Brosnan's belting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOS&lt;/span&gt;, or the breath-taking scenery alone should at least entice you to watch it on the big screen. Oh, yes. If you must insist on getting it on those damned pirated DVDs, at least watch it on a 42-inch flat screen TV with matching stereo surround and major subwoofers. It's well-worth it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, imagine the Philippines making more movies like this instead of artificial comedies with grudgingly corny and cheesy musical song and dance numbers for fillers, and having veteran (and up-and-coming) actors who could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sing and dance (uhm...talent?).................[end of dream sequence]&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-6943343152992165569?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/6943343152992165569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=6943343152992165569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6943343152992165569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6943343152992165569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/07/ayyyy-mamma.html' title='Ayyyy, Mamma!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-6093266110841477914</id><published>2008-07-10T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:46:01.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahay-Kubo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHWcigoKCCEAAGrX8Bw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" height="292" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHWcigoKCCEAAGrX8Bw1/condomodelunits.jpg?et=obXQQUHn440EuCjkxbqsfw&amp;amp;nmid=0" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple of days before my birthday, I was feeling rather shitty and felt like wading in my own vomit of self-pity. You, of course, would remember that from my &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/journal/item/285/Pooping_In_My_Pants_Yet_Again"&gt;Pooping In My Pants Yet Again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; blog entry about a month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the week before my big day, I was &lt;b&gt;totally&lt;/b&gt; a mess. At some point (that was before the Vietnam trip--which all turned out well and great...details of that later, lest I'd jinx the goodies! Yay!), I found myself practically hysterical over being a complete worthless piece of work. I was crying at one point--thinking to myself, &lt;i&gt;"Damn. I'm 32. Unlike my classmates in college and colleagues at work, I don't have my own car, my own house, and not even a Goddamned huge paycheck."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Under normal circumstances or time frames, I would never have compared myself with anyone, let alone feel envious of their good fortune or wallow in self-pity. But these days, out of all 365 freaking days of the year, were my PDDs ("Pre-Birthday Depression Days")...and on every single one of those freaking day&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; of the year, I'd allow myself some time to whack myself in the head and entertain self-defamation of character. At that time, I came to realize that, at my age, all I have are a freaking laptop, an iPod, a refrigerator, and a microwave oven. At a certain point in the future, I would literally be the homeless guy with just an iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The idea of me being thrown out of my leased 3-bedroom condo if it got sold (which, by the way, has been for sale in the market since 2003--no takers), and not finding a similarly-cozy new condo scared me shitless. That got me jumpstarted and started crunching numbers. I am buying my own goddamned condo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah. Sure, the four-bedroom house in Bataan will be mine eventually. I've already made some improvements in the structure and construction, yeah. But...but...I want something I could call my own. Something I purchased with my own money--from my freaking blood, sweat and tears. And not something I will inherit from my mother. Don't get me wrong...I ain't gonna complain or even decline the estate! But..but...ahhh, heck. You know what it's like. Or do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, now, I've been going to showrooms, and meeting with agents, brokers, and financers (uhm...5/6???). Been collecting and collating flyers, proposals, and financing computations. So far, I've seen Belton Place, Senta, Avida West, and later today, I'm heading to Eton Parkview. I have my eyes set on either a combination one bedroom plus studio, or a standard two-bedroom, or that one-bedroom loft unit overlooking the Makati CBD. Turn-overs on 2011. Hmmm...that ain't too long a wait. I should be able to finish financing by turn-over! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See you at the house-warming! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-6093266110841477914?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/6093266110841477914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=6093266110841477914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6093266110841477914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6093266110841477914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/07/bahay-kubo.html' title='Bahay-Kubo'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-6240199026534307445</id><published>2008-07-02T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:03:52.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anaknaaaaaaaaaaaang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;Friendstering&lt;/em&gt; a while back in Bataan--up in my room, where there's no Wi-Fi or DSL or even dial-up, so I was using my Globe GPRS connection &lt;em&gt;(tama yan, magsayang ka ng pera) &lt;/em&gt;when I stumbled upon this profile from one of my network's network: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGt6swoKCCEAAC-kVJw1"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGt6swoKCCEAAC-kVJw1/fakefriendsterpic.jpg?et=sQWyZdF0srQ5XL0N%2B0kqaA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Yes, ladies and gentleboys. I was staring at myself...but with a different name and a different location (apparently, the MiddlefuckingEast). I messaged the poor guy, saying &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="courier new, courier"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dude, I am flattered that you would actually use my photo as your own--it's beyond complimenting me. But...may higanteng kulugo ka ba sa mukha at ayaw mo gamitin ang sarili mong picture?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;WTF???! I had to choke off the Cherie Gil exclamation ("You're nothing but a second-rate......"), but, really...what's up with that?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Now, what I need to know is did this Francis Ocampo dude actually scored with the chicks (or the Arab dudes) using my pic...! I should SO totally demand royalty fees.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-6240199026534307445?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/6240199026534307445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=6240199026534307445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6240199026534307445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6240199026534307445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/07/anaknaaaaaaaaaaaang.html' title='Anaknaaaaaaaaaaaang!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-2530899800080022019</id><published>2008-06-05T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:51:39.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooping In My Pants Yet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEdT@QoKCCEAAEs2H-g1"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 233px; " height="248" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SEdT@QoKCCEAAEs2H-g1/sex%26thecitygals.jpg?et=My5Npg5ODCIJp0pNgaYtGw&amp;nmid=0" width="266" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;(Spoiler alert for those who haven't watched Sex and the City. So...shoo!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;In the movie Sex and the City, Charlotte Goldenblatt--upon being given advise by future Mrs. Carrie Preston not to worry about her new baby because everything will be alright...and that she should not change anything about who she really was just for the baby--blurted out that bad things happen to good people: run-away grooms, cancer, divorce, the works. What was to stop her from believing that nothing bad was going to happen? She was almost convinced that her shit-out-of-luck kismet was just right around the corner. There is &lt;em&gt;absofuckinglutely&lt;/em&gt; no reason for Murphy's Law to jeté away from her...and that she will most definitely get her turn in the bad-thing-happening-to-good-people round robin. Carrie, in her farcical fashion of speaking, exclaimed, "Oh, honey, you've Poughkeepsied in your pants (in Mexico)...I think you're done!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;When does your bad luck really stop? When did it begin in the first place? And why do bad things (or bad people, too!) happen to good people? In the great big scheme of things, why is it that sometimes (or a lot of times), you do not get what you deserve...or get those that you don't? Why is it that despite all the goodness that you've brought about in this world, the bad things still creep in and hurricane on your parade?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;As a behavioral trainer I've kept talking about not fixating on circles of concern--where we do not have control over, and just be proactive by focusing on our circles of control. As a devout Catholic, I've kept looking at the patience of Job--despite the loss and suffering, he still remained steadfast with the Lord. As a "seasoned 'survivor'" in the field of bad lucks and bad people, I've held on to the silver lining that all experiences I've withstood over the years only made me better and stronger. As a hardcore song enthusiast, I've repeatedly looped India.Arie's &lt;em&gt;This, Too, Shall Pass&lt;/em&gt; on my iPod--that this day will one day be the past.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;All these nuggets of wisdom, under normal circumstances, would've effortlessly appeased my bothered heart and mind. But today is not a day that would fall under the category "normal circumstances"...as my melancholia surge has officially begun--one that I usually get weeks before I turn one year older yet again. Today, I cannot, for the love of me, seem to find solace.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I couldn't help but think: 525600minutes into it, when's the next time I find myself Poughkeepsie-ing in my pants?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-2530899800080022019?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/2530899800080022019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=2530899800080022019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2530899800080022019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2530899800080022019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/06/pooping-in-my-pants-yet-again.html' title='Pooping In My Pants Yet Again'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-4323378468987457856</id><published>2008-05-20T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:56:30.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiffy Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 550px; HEIGHT: 84px" height=102 src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZiKzy3Sb1Y/R23FRUb54pI/AAAAAAAAAS4/m0plZ9LN5ho/S660/BANNER2.jpg""' width=600&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;when i did my customary inbox check this morning, i got this email/link from my friend daniel, who's now a truly rising, celebrated artist--with one-man exhibits left and right (and top and bottom...*evil grin*). his email notifications for his newly-posted blogs are like clockwork--he's an rss of a writer that feeds us with his updates manually. and in these ala-rss feeds, he gives snippets of what's to be expected or read in full on the blog itself.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i did a bird's eye view of the sneak preview (wow--a bird's eye view of the bird's eye view...i'm such a birdie!) and this line caught my eye: &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;"i know ben won't be caught dead in a massacre without looking scrubbed."&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;i stopped and read.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;read the rest of the blog entry by clicking &lt;A href="http://visualviscera.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-just-feels-good.html"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;&lt;U&gt;here&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;as i moved on to the next few lines, i couldn't help but grin and shake my head. just a few years ago, i was marked as the unofficial fashion guru of the company (click &lt;A href="http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2005/05/fashionista.html"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;here&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/A&gt; for the story about that)...and as a faculty cum image consultant at john robert powers, i can't seem to revert to my old jologs barok self. damn, i miss my age-old peyups attire--torn pants, tsinelas, ethnic burloloys, and plain white tee. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i guess, i'm "doomed" to being voguish, what with corporate wear being unreprieving in terms of propriety and smartness. skinny ties over striped shirts with the requisite "cosmopolitan" 3/4 fold of the sleeves. flat fronts pants (pleats??? eekk). square-toe shoes. extra wide belt buckle. &lt;EM&gt;baket ba hinde na lang ako nag-Company barong???&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;daniel, no matter what you say, i am still the same old barok ben you guys met in jologs citiland (wahehehehe). what was that j. lo song..."don't be fooled by the rocks that i've got, i'm still, i'm still jenny from the block..." NAMAN. may ganon?! LOL&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;congrats, dan! this is our year, i swear! sunod-sunod ang blessings--both in our careers/rakets and, of course, love life. (uuuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, kilig!)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-4323378468987457856?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/4323378468987457856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=4323378468987457856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4323378468987457856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4323378468987457856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/05/spiffy-me.html' title='Spiffy Me'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZiKzy3Sb1Y/R23FRUb54pI/AAAAAAAAAS4/m0plZ9LN5ho/s72-c/BANNER2.jpg&quot;&quot;' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-3367542749328716757</id><published>2008-05-18T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:46:04.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zanjoe My Love So Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/77/3"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 123px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/77/300x300/3/textzanjoe.jpg?et=3mawYPIYMG3VLFKawHl,8Q&amp;nmid=95031934" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anaknaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang! why on earth would i want zanjoe's journals? whapppaaaak. rhis is exactly the reason why telecom networks rake in big bucks and are able to give their employees up to freaking 19months pay: FIVE fucking pesos for a freaking journal, which we all seriously know were composed by some bored pimply tween boy. people of the philippines, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come...on&lt;/span&gt;! (like i can emphasize that more by making it big bold red braggadocio font) just invest your five bucks on something more worthy. like internet porn, maybe. double whapppaaaak.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;62 invites??? WTF???&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-3367542749328716757?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/3367542749328716757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=3367542749328716757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3367542749328716757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3367542749328716757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/05/zanjoe-my-love-so-sweet.html' title='Zanjoe My Love So Sweet'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-4394822287589053075</id><published>2008-05-18T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:57:51.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Licks Does It Take...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 208px; height: 155px;" class="alignleft" src="http://shows.vtheatre.net/godot/images/waiting-godot.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...till you get to the center of the lolly? or better yet, how long does it take to finally know it's the right time? when do you know when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time is right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was faced with this very same question barely 12 hours ago over lunch at heaven and eggs in glorietta--where i literally wolfed down a plateful of three types of sausages, rosemary and thyme-flavored potato wedges, over-easy scrambled eggs with onions, and two pancakes. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this, to date, is my nth time to have faced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; question sans the Jeopardy theme/jingle playing in the background. ever since the pandemonium of a breakup between me and my ex, i have never saddled back into the commitment bandwagon. my friendster status has played from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Complicated&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Single&lt;/span&gt; and back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Complicated&lt;/span&gt; again. if there were any variable blank spaces under the space "Status", i would've permanently put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serial Dater, Currently Commitment Phobic&lt;/span&gt;. damn friendster and its limited canned status options.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;with B in the picture, and an imminent expatriation on the line, time's a tickin' and some choices--mostly major--need to be made. and although labels are, really, for goods and not people, there will most definitely come a time when an earmark of some sort should be identified to define where B and i are in this presently charming picture. after all, we both are not getting any younger [insert ARRRRGGGH and sound effect of smashing China here].&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*sigh*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in time, B. i'll be good and ready. and when that happens, we'll make beautiful days together. (and maybe babies? hehehehe)  :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for now, i'm restarting the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.ph/ig/directory?hl=en&amp;url=kevinchu.googlepages.com/DayCounter.xml"&gt;countdown&lt;/a&gt; on my &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.ph/ig?hl=en"&gt;iGoogle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.ph/ig/directory?hl=en&amp;amp;root=/ig&amp;amp;dpos=top"&gt;widgets&lt;/a&gt; till you're back in my arms. it is now--since you left early this evening for the airport with tears in your eyes--officially 5 days 8 hours 13 minutes and 29 seconds remaining...and i'll be enveloping you in my tight embrace again.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-4394822287589053075?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/4394822287589053075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=4394822287589053075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4394822287589053075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4394822287589053075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-many-licks-does-it-take.html' title='How Many Licks Does It Take...?'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-6533593005266675031</id><published>2008-05-18T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:55:16.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rated: PG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 198px; height: 152px;" class="alignright" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs25/300W/i/2008/071/e/2/the_hunger_by_winktothanatos.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for my first statement on this blog, i've decided to ask it in the vernacular...for more impact and direct-to-the-point hit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bakit ba may mga taong patay gutom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;patay-gutom (PG). user-friendly. manggagantso. usurper. freeloader. kapal-muks. ultra-utilitarian. call it by any name, but it's relatively the same banana: people who are so thick-skinned and with calloused conscience (that's on the premise that they still have something left of what resembles a conscience), who thrive on the kindnesses of other people--where they literally "leech" on these people's good will or generosity (which, usually borderlines naïveté).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;these PG's are notorious for fraternizing with you if and only if they know beforehand that you have some form of utility or benefit to offer them. free access to your gadgets, designer clothes, high-priced items, car, services in general, money, etc. name it, if you've got it, the PG's are bound to flutter around you like a moth to a flame...only this time, even if you're the flame, you end up getting burnt. why? because after all the kindheartedness and selflessness you've offered to them, you end up being, well, used.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;with all these dj montano-brian gorrellish scandals creating such a clamor in the web, one can't help but think, yet again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bakit nga ba may mga taong patay-gutom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;personally, i would subscribe to the pseudo-psychoanalysis that i've made of these people--basing these assumptions, of course, on my own personal experience with someone named Fitz Mitchell Tanhuetco (obviously, not the real name but you get the glaring insinuation about the proper identity). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nuknukan ng kapal ng mukha.&lt;/span&gt; came to me almost literally empty-handed. i helped...asking nothing in return. after some time, i realized i was getting pilfered of my stuff, money included; my almost new jack spade bag that i took care of with all my might suddenly was torn and dirty and not even ukay-ukay worthy; my designer clothes missing from my armoire; and most recently, my mp3 player which was supposed to be for my little girl, he was claiming i gave to him (with that amount, and that purpose [to be given to someone else] in mind, i seriously doubt i would've forgotten a declaration that i've given that to him). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fitz is a classic wolf in sheep's clothing--the seemingly-sweet facade throws your sense of caution off; he makes you fall for the el shaddai-worthy charisma so you'd end up trusting him and giving him your very soul (makes you wonder if the mumbojumbo hypnotist going around stealing people's money in the malls and Fitz are one and the same...). apparently, his partner, Alessandro, was a "sucker" himself, as Fitz likewise leeched a good amount of money, "chauffeuring service", clothing and other intangibles as well. this, to a man who housed him, provided him with great care, and unconditional love. now THAT's what i call utmost kapatay-gutuman molded and kneaded with kawalan ng utang na loob.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now, the cheap psychoanalysis: Fitz grew up with almost literally no affection and accolade or approval from his family. he grew up with scanty resources, was made to work like a commonfolk in a hick environment amidst all sense of simplicity. fast forward to the cosmopolitan environment where Alessandro (and eventually, myself as a good friend and landlord) introduced him to the razzle dazzle of the Klieg lights. with all of these never-before experienced sensations and spectacles, Fitz just literally got devoured by the blinding lights. an apt filipino word for what he wanted to do with all those things and experiences would be "kamkam". yes--all these things new and foreign to him, all he wanted to do was to kamkam. mine-mine-mine was his unending mantra...and it never seems to end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to date, Fitz is already supposedly a successful model and performer on various shows. he now flaunts a newfangled apple macbook, an up-to-the-minute iPod, a two-bedroom condo unit of his own... and i, on the other hand, am yet to receive payment for his long-time no-interest monetary debt from me, get my mp3 player for my daughter which he claims i've given him and refuses to return to me (because he has most likely given it away to his fellow soil-tillers in his province), and aless, is yet to hear from him for all his debts, his borrowed clothes, and other things any other decent individual would've already returned and/or paid for.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i guess all PG's think and work that way: mine. mine. mine. PG's are people who seem to champion the scarcity mentality, i.e. "there is not enough for everybody". they will stop at nothing just to get what they want--at the expense of other people's welfare. and the disheartening part of this is that, with their surpassingly calloused conscience, they have every reason to believe that there is nothing wrong or evil with what they are doing...and they can sleep soundly at night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;until there are fitzes and dj's in this world, the word "fair" will never be upheld or appreciated. i just heartily hope that, in the greater cosmic scheme of things, their karma for every single remissness they have done awaits them in the corner--with a firm bite in their ass...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at isang kinakalawang na kalawit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-6533593005266675031?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/6533593005266675031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=6533593005266675031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6533593005266675031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6533593005266675031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/05/rated-pg.html' title='Rated: PG'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-2073609336542506502</id><published>2008-05-14T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:47:12.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kagat Labi</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SCqKjwoKCCEAAHYtXcc1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SCqKjwoKCCEAAHYtXcc1/ben_orchids.jpg?et=E9L%2ColOMl8FHj1CqyMnXyQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;Oh, c'mon. You seriously did NOT think this was about the Joey de Leon song, did you?! Hell no. It's about something else. Anyway...  &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Last Sunday morning, I woke up to "frantic" (I say frantic because there were about four or five full-length, tele-novela-worthy messages) SMS's from my tenant, Arvin. The gist was something like, &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;blahblahblah may higanteng orchids dito sa guard house mala-Christmas tree blahblahblah it's got the name Ben Redulla written on the card in the basket blahblahblah hurry down and pick it up bago pa kainin ng mga doggies ang mga sobrang gandang bulaklak blahblahblah&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;.  It wasn't even 9am and I was still lost in reverie--somewhere in between where I wouldn't dare leave that morning and a place where I'd rather not be at 9 fucking AM on a Saturday when I had nothing better or more productive to do than snooze till my head hurts.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I tried calling Arvin. No response. Maybe he's driving. So I texted (smart move, eh?! Like SMS-ing was safer over taking a phone call) him with a totally earth-shatteringly cerebral, &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;HUWAAAAAAT??!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;. As if I didn't understand the first four SMS's, he texted me again the same message, this time paraphrasing it into more Kindergarten brain tidbits. I understood it this time, just as much as I did the first: I had a freaking Christmas Tree of a flower arrangement waiting for me downstairs.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I stood up, got into my Thai wrap-around shorts (with underwear, dammit!), and fished a shirt from the fresh laundry delivery from last night. I was washing my face when the doorbell buzzed insanely. With the urgency of the buzzing, it felt like the Horsemen of the Apocalypse were waiting for me at the door, fetching me to face kingdom come. This better not be a "wrong number" (you know, those idiots who can't single out from the seven buildings which is Cluster X from Cluster Y), or I swear, a royal fit will be in order.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I was in my I'm-coming-you-buzzer-happy-bastard face when I opened the door, ready for some exchange of blasphemies...when I saw the Christmas Tree. I kept still for a good 20 seconds--seemingly hauled back into that reverie I was describing earlier. Without even bothering to look at the delivery boy (who was almost as high as the flower arrangement basket), I scribbled my name on the delivery receipt, fished a 20 in my wallet, and carried the Christmas Tree Orchid into my room.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I fished the card (yes, Arvin wasn't kidding--it had my name on it) out of the stick that was protruding from the mosses and charcoal and flipped the envelope open. It read, &lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;EM&gt;My dear Bentong. I wish I could be &lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;there &lt;/FONT&gt;to watch you. Good luck on tonight's show. I'll see you very soon. Love heaps, B.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;I was in a state of total awe. It was only when I took a glance on my full-length mirror and saw myself covering my mouth with my left hand while holding the card on my right hand that I looked like a girl that was just told by her doctor that she was going to have a baby...so I immediately got out of the pose and resumed the--ahem--manly stance...but wiping  a bit of a tear on the corner of one eye.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;My choirmates had no idea why I was ultra-giddy that night. No, it wasn't the jitters. Fuck that.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This morning, like clockwork, waking up from a good night's sleep (after 2 hours worth of Skype-ing with B), I looked at my phone inbox to check for B's message. Nada. I guess 'twas too early, so B would prolly still be asleep or something. After all, Thailand's an hour behind. So I went to the kitchen to nuke last night's Yellow Cab calzone for my breakfast. I was biting into the second slice when my SMS alert buzzed. I guess I got too thrilled to hear from B that I bit my lower lip HARD, I was bleeding like crazy.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I spat what was left of my calzone and perhaps a few mL's worth of fresh copper-tasting blood, and headed to my bedroom. I picked up the phone and saw B's name in my inbox, with this message, &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;g'morning baby. love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u love u!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Now, THAT was worth any lip-bursting mishap, wasn't it? &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-2073609336542506502?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/2073609336542506502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=2073609336542506502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2073609336542506502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2073609336542506502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/05/kagat-labi.html' title='Kagat Labi'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8168238590377151357</id><published>2008-05-05T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:18:57.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ko Koro Koro Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/4387/madzkz8.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Eto naaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;After months of rigorous belting...este rehearsing pala...the Koro Ilustrado is finally having its debut performance...as one of the "et als" in the Madz Et Al Concert/Festival. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Quoting &lt;STRONG&gt;The Manila Times Internet Edition&lt;/STRONG&gt;'s &lt;A href="http://www.manilatimes.net/national/2008/may/05/yehey/life/20080505lif4.html"&gt;article&lt;/A&gt; on the said event... &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="courier new, courier"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff9900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Madz brings musical revelry&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;EM&gt;The country’s premier choir presents six days of delight&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Philippine Madrigal Singers present &lt;EM&gt;Voyages: A Wonderful World of Music&lt;/EM&gt;, a musical festival continuing the Madz Et Al tradition since 1981 produced in cooperation with the Philippine American Life and General Insurance Company. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Running from May 7 to May 12 at the Philamlife Theater, UN Avenue Manila, the festival begins at 7:00 p.m. each evening and features various choirs from all over the Philippines. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT face="courier new, courier"&gt;May 11 boasts a lineup including the Kilyawan Boys Choir, Our Lady of the Pillar Cathedral Choir, Maryknoll Sanctuary Choir of Baguio City, KHP Coro Techniuv, Shrine of Jesus Academy Children’s Choir, and Koro Ilustrado. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Nuod kayo ha! Debut concert naman namin ang next! :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8168238590377151357?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8168238590377151357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8168238590377151357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8168238590377151357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8168238590377151357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/05/ko-koro-koro-part-deux.html' title='Ko Koro Koro Part Deux'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-3148547315856674093</id><published>2008-04-11T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:34:27.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked and Sacred</title><content type='html'> &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 233px;height: 174px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.wikio.com/images/p/3cff/naked-fight-scenes.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 4:56 in the morning. It was like being in a nightmare where you just can't seem to control what happens in the story--I woke up drenched in sweat, my tank top wringable to about a dipper's worth of perspiration, the bed nearly sodden from the sheets down to the mattress underneath. I realized that electricity went out for a bit--when I checked the battery status of my laptop, it was back to around 80%...so I guess it's been about 2 hours or so that the power was out and the my battery's just recharging. My broadband connection also died out and was just resuming my μ&lt;/span&gt;Torrent download queue (I'm finishing up on some acoustic covers CD, a huge collection of Stephen Covey audios and videos, and Stephanie Meyer's complete Twilight Saga on audiobooks). My Yahoo Messenger window has logged me off and logged me on again, and now I've got a lot of open windows for my offline messages which I did not even bother replying to as they've all signed off hours ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I searched almost frantically for my air cooler's remote control. I bought this months ago in an effort to save electricity. Supposedly, this air cooler would cut down my Meralco bill by a few hundreds because it quasi-replicates the effect of the airconditioning unit by cooling the air with its ice bucket and cold water receptacle feature. It even has a humidifier as well as an ionizer. It was perfect when we tested it in the appliance store, I almost bought two units. But when it was time to use it back in the condo, it was no different from my trusty old electric fans...except it had that ionizer thingee, and of course, a remote control for my lazy ass self. Talk about looking at the silver lining. Anyway...so found the remote control, turned it back on into full blast...but it wasn't doing anything for me. I was still hot...like a 40 year old virgin with hot flashes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With sweat still flowing like water from a leaking faucet, I had no choice but to strain myself standing and walking to the airconditioner. Didn't bother with the timer--just switched it on again into Super Cool (wishing there was a Super Dooper Over Mega Blockbuster Ultra To the Maximum Cool option) and hit the sack back again. But I was still feeling like a 40 year old virgin with hot flashes. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I am now in my birthday suit, in pitch black darkness (except for the occasional flashing headlights from cars downstairs and the faint city lights from a distance), and spread-eagled like the Vitruvian Man on crisp, pristine, and newly-laundered sheets. Can't get any better than this. Now my only fear is if there was a fire or if I died and rescuers had to see me buck naked and stiff (I mean...my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; body...not my boner, you dirty old rascal)...but that's another story. For now, I will just sleep like--literally--a baby...with not even diapers for drapery.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And since you're caught up with the title of this blog, you might as well listen to Maria Nyler's song. Click &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?eazkjiytua7"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to download the mp3 of Naked And Sacred (DJ Doboy Breakbeat Mix).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, if you'd excuse me, I still have about an hour before I'm supposed to be awake to get ready for work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-3148547315856674093?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/3148547315856674093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=3148547315856674093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3148547315856674093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3148547315856674093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/04/naked-and-sacred.html' title='Naked and Sacred'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-4651183791157858443</id><published>2008-04-07T06:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:59:44.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitsch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temptation island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regal'/><title type='text'>Temptation Island...Da Movie!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kabayancentral.com/video/regal/rftisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.kabayancentral.com/video/regal/rftisland.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HANDS-DOWN, THE MOST HILARIOUS (er...KITSCHY?) FILIPINO FILM EVER MADE!  (all-caps talaga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dina (Dina Bonnevie), Suzanne (Jennifer Cortez), Bambi (Bambi Arambulo) and Azenith (Azenith Briones) join the famed Miss Manila Sunshine contest, which brought them together on a yacht cruise as part of the pageants' semi-finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By some freak accident, the boat caught fire and the four ladies, together with Suzanne's maid Maria (Deborah Sun), the gay pageant organizer Joshua and three hunks manage to escape.  They get marooned on a deserted island where several mishaps and misadventures follow their every move as they desperately try to survive Temptation Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Director: Joey Gosiengfiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are the links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/104218328/Temptation_Island.part1.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/104218328/Temptation_Island.part1.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/104218466/Temptation_Island.part2.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/104218466/Temptation_Island.part2.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/104268750/Temptation_Island.part3.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/104268750/Temptation_Island.part3.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/104269175/Temptation_Island.part4.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/104269175/Temptation_Island.part4.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/104066806/Temptation_Island.part5.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/104066806/Temptation_Island.part5.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This isn't a DVD copy. This was ripped from two VCDs and joined using HJSplit, so there will be a "repeating" scene of about 5-10seconds' worth...but trust me, VCD, Betamax, or VHS format...you'll still say "aaayyylaaaaaavvvviiiiit!"  ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spread the love and forward to as many kitschy, camp, jologs friends and family! *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Does anybody know when the stage play is doing a rerun?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-4651183791157858443?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/4651183791157858443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=4651183791157858443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4651183791157858443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4651183791157858443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/04/temptation-islandda-movie.html' title='Temptation Island...Da Movie!!!!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8679188494603506876</id><published>2008-02-29T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:43:47.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ko-Koro-Koko</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R8g17goKCCEAAHpnNFs1"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright height=123 src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R8g17goKCCEAAHpnNFs1/koro_ilustrado_2.gif?et=ZwjgRd%2C0TzKlbUbya3hQ1A&amp;nmid=" width=285 border=0&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Public serbis announsment lang po...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt;KORO ILUSTRADO&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;, a Makati City-based ALL-MALE choral ensemble is now accepting applications for new members. The singing group was formed in October 2007 and is still open for additional male singers (i.e. counter tenors, tenors, baritones and basses). Members can look forward to singing engagements, concerts and choral competitions here and abroad. Although previous choral singing experience is preferred, it is not required. However, all members must be able to sight-read musical scores, or at least appreciate the "logic" in the counting, progression and notes positioning in such scores. Finally, members are expected to attend weekly practice every Saturday afternoon. If you are interested, please contact Adel at &lt;A href="mailto:adeltuason@yahoo.com"&gt;adeltuason@yahoo.com&lt;/A&gt; or through +63-927-889-3215. Hope to hear from you soon!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8679188494603506876?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8679188494603506876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8679188494603506876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8679188494603506876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8679188494603506876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/02/ko-koro-koko.html' title='Ko-Koro-Koko'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-1753782627639135266</id><published>2008-02-21T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:14:40.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poke Mo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/52/2"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#000099&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/2/photos/52/300x300/2/superpoke.jpg?et=qu0JXGXBnnnI1fIvxKxREA&amp;nmid=80781008" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;MASS&lt;/U&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;POKE?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#000099&gt;WTF? Brings images of weirdness to mind...*shivers* And while I'm at it, I totally dislike being poked. It's just like saying "pssst" to me from across the hall.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000099&gt;Poke poke poke. Argh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-1753782627639135266?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/1753782627639135266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=1753782627639135266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1753782627639135266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1753782627639135266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/02/poke-mo.html' title='Poke Mo!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-6815644170117147585</id><published>2008-02-06T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:51:34.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken or The Egg?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R6kR9goKCCEAAAvDCF01"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 132px" height=154 src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6kR9goKCCEAAAvDCF01/chicken-egg.jpg?et=yFuWdjaAEjq7Mq6KM62K2A&amp;nmid=" width=208 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Damn-nation&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;.&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Totally slipped my mind that it's Ash Wednesday today...and meat--in all its forms--is not allowed &lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;(Now, now, Babe, you can't come to my place tonite...&lt;EM&gt;bawal ang laman, hala! &lt;/EM&gt;Hahahahaha).&lt;/FONT&gt; I realize that after I got to my desk this morning, and about to deposit my lunchbox at the Reinsurance "common" refrigerator. And I made Chicken-Shiitake with Oyster and Teriyaki Sauce &lt;EM&gt;pa naman &lt;/EM&gt;for my lunch! (This, as well as Fried Crabmeat Dumpling Surprise with Mayo-Mustard Dipping Sauce, was sampled by friend Davey at the condo last night...and he says he liked it. Another satisfied customer!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#000099&gt;Now, tell me, you purist, hard-core Catholics...if I ate an Egg and Cheese Sandwich for breakfast, does that qualify me as a practitioner of Abstinence (from meat, that is), at least just for today?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-6815644170117147585?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/6815644170117147585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=6815644170117147585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6815644170117147585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/6815644170117147585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/02/chicken-or-egg.html' title='Chicken or The Egg?'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-3777753919372382528</id><published>2008-02-05T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:42:48.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Small Favors</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#000099&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/52/1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.shiaolien.multiply.com/image/2/photos/52/300x300/1/facebook%20rejection.jpg?et=Gvo8yG7CsbOqyvaBKzPrnw&amp;nmid=80781008" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#000099&gt;well it's about fucking time. put yar hands in the air and say "hallelujah".&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-3777753919372382528?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/3777753919372382528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=3777753919372382528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3777753919372382528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/3777753919372382528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-god-for-small-favors.html' title='Thank God for Small Favors'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-4040921867563632326</id><published>2008-01-22T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:43:38.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forward'/><title type='text'>Interesting (and Mostly True!!!) Modern Philosophies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R57KtBBAtzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/n8-qthM88Ro/s1600-h/wiseman.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160785097728767794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R57KtBBAtzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/n8-qthM88Ro/s200/wiseman.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;This was emailed to me earlier by my buddy Pat...thought I'd share it with you...because, all I could say when I read 'em was, "truuuuliiiilyyyy" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;BWEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;a. If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. For every action, there is an equal and opposite criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. He who hesitates is probably right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. Never do card tricks for the group you play poker with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g. No one is listening until you make a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h. Success always occurs in private, and failure in full view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. The colder the X-ray table, the more of your body is required on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l. To succeed in politics, it is often necessary to rise above your principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m. Two wrongs are only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n. You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive. (The corollary is: You never learn to pray until your kids learn to drive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o. The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p. Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q. The sooner you fall behind, the more time you'll have to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-4040921867563632326?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/4040921867563632326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=4040921867563632326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4040921867563632326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4040921867563632326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-and-mostly-true-modern.html' title='Interesting (and Mostly True!!!) Modern Philosophies'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R57KtBBAtzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/n8-qthM88Ro/s72-c/wiseman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-1491944247942748386</id><published>2008-01-17T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:27:49.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiply'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben redulla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Facebook Faceoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R5RT31bkcpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lXn5TkR1ZlQ/s1600-h/facebooklogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157839691946685074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R5RT31bkcpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lXn5TkR1ZlQ/s200/facebooklogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;In the beginning, there was IRC (OK, fine, so there was Pine...big fucking deal). And then there was ICQ. People connected, people chatted, people exchanged files and IM'd (that's "instant message" to you peeps who are icky with abbrevs). Then it evolved to "personalized" chatrooms and personals. Geocities took over. Goodbye text-based/alphanumeric-only IRC...hello "rich-text" and "formattable" personal rooms/pages. With this trend stemmed a myriad of other personal pages with capabilities for photos and other nifty stuff--Facelink, Piclink, Facepic...the works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And then there was Friendster. Hah. THE now number one profile website here in the Philippines (yes, it's a well-known fact that Pinoys the world over click Friendster at least once a day, thus making it the most visited website in the Philippines and most countries teeming with Pinoys). Of course, not every single Pinoy would agree to that, as some prefer (or &lt;em&gt;concurrently have&lt;/em&gt;) other sites over Friendster--e.g. Myspace (which I have, too), Multiply (which I have, too, yes), Hi-5 (which I....yes I do, too, bastard) and others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This explosion of profile sites has made the world so much smaller--and such a stalker's paradise. If you want to stalk someone, dig deep, or find out something about someone, chances are, he or she is in one of these websites. Who needs private investigators? On the lighter side, these profile pages have reconnected long-lost pals and relatives who have lost touch over the years or because of a transfer to another location. So, thanks to Friendster/Myspace/Multiply/Hi-5, we're but one big-gone-small web of people connecting to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And, ah. There's Facebook. Do you have one? I just loveD (notice the emphasis on the past tense) how it had so much bells and whistles...otherwise known as Applications. I just loveD how I was able to share huge files with contacts; to give away an egg that hatches into whatever pet I want to give to someone; to send a stem or bouquet of flowers to a girl friend; to share a "virtual" martini/tequila shot at 3 in the afternoon with a colleague from the other end of the metro, or pass on a Starbucks espresso when we were getting drowsy from all the boooooooooooring paperwork for the day; to poke, tickle, bitch-slap or even moon someone instead of merely saying "hi"; to tell the world that my mood today is borderline-FUBAR (fucked up beyond any recognition); to post a poll and get a general idea, opinion or perspective from my contacts; and to place pushpins on a virtual globe and share the places I've traveled to with my travel buddies...aaah, what a beautiful, beautiful profile website this Facebook was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;WAS. Until all those damned Vampires and Ninjas and Furryfriends and useless Mardi Gras Beads and incessant Trivias and Fun/Super/Whatchamacallit Walls and Super-superdooper Poke and SMS/Chat plugins that are either corrupted or hangs perpetually...came marching in and flooding my Inbox with these !@#$%^$%&amp;amp; requests, Facebook WAS indeed my &lt;em&gt;mostest favoritest&lt;/em&gt; profile page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Can somebody just create a "Reject All" or "Decline All" button for all these useless requests? I swear, you guys have gone "clicker-happy" with your mouse. I'm not interested. Go take your Catholic Girl Vampire somewhere else. Blech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-1491944247942748386?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/1491944247942748386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=1491944247942748386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1491944247942748386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/1491944247942748386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/01/facebook-faceoff.html' title='Facebook Faceoff'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R5RT31bkcpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lXn5TkR1ZlQ/s72-c/facebooklogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-5045958520838859509</id><published>2008-01-15T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:30:31.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentenar-Yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R5AMflbkcoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JKY9FydtKio/s1600-h/UPsentenaryo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156635310102442626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="155" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R5AMflbkcoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JKY9FydtKio/s200/UPsentenaryo.gif" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;On this year falls the University of the Philippines' centennial celebration, and there had been quite a buzz about it. Case in point: SMS about the &lt;em&gt;sentenaryo&lt;/em&gt; circulating. There are quite a handful of 'em, but these two are my personal favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;UP made you such that when the rest of the world is seated, you are standing. When the rest of the world stands up, you stand out. When the rest of the world stands out, you are outstanding. When the rest of the world is outstanding, you are the benchmark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Naman! This is the other one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;For admission of students, UST only accepts the wisest. La Salle accepts only the best. Ateneo accepts only the greatest. UP does not accept the wisest, the best, or the greatest students...we make them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;O-ha. All those time we kept mum whenever &lt;em&gt;those two schools&lt;/em&gt; kept butting heads and doing their &lt;em&gt;pataasan ng ihi&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;kantyawan&lt;/em&gt; about who between them is the best (duh, "better" is the term used if there are only two entities being compared...ahem) university; when we'd sit in the middle of the boardroom acting as if we were in a tennis match listening from one camp to the other and then back again to the other...&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; was our comeback. Big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;When did it even become a debating issue? You guys keep butting heads and keep competing against each other...but us from UP don't really give a rat's ass. We already know the answer to that debate. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;With that out of the way, here's a fun, trip-down-memory-lane questionnaire that my fellow &lt;em&gt;Isko &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Astrokid&lt;/em&gt; Marielle shared with our yahoogroup, and I thought 'twas hilarious. &lt;em&gt;O, sagot din kayo ha!&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDENT NUMBER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;93-08379&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOLEHIYO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;College of Public Administration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KURSO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor of Arts in Public Administration (and Governance)...at maraming units para maging Minor ng Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAG-SHIFT KA BA O NA-KICK-OUT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither. Mabait ako e. Takot ako sa Nanay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAN KA NAG-TAKE NG UPCAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either UPIS or Palma Hall Annex. Can't seem to remember. Basta alam ko nag-LBM ako non, afer the test Hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE G.E. SUBJECT(S)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech (Komunikasyon 3) saka Humanidades 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PE CLASSES MO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;In this order: Weight Training, Aikido, Bowling, Social Dance. Patawa diba, parang pa-softy nang pa-softy. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAN KA NAG-AABANG NG HOT BOYS/GIRLS SA UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't. Sila ang nag-aabang sa akin. LOL (Ngak. Ampanget ko kaya nung college!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE PROFS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang mas &lt;em&gt;memorable&lt;/em&gt; rather than favorite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;1. Prof Alfiler - syllabus pa lang nya eh 12 pages na. Wag mo na itanong kung kumusta naman daw ang reading requirements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;2. Prof Cabras - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;astig toh. Think basagan ng ulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;3. Prof Galileo - sya lang (according to him) ang pwedeng magka-perfect score. So maski gano kami ka-henyo, 1.25 lang kami palagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;4. Prof Pilar - dahil sa kanya, nagustuhan ko ang Training and Development and Office Management per se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;5. Prof Cuaresma - the kulooooots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;6. Atty Frago - tatay ng bayan. Adorable in a cartoonish way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;7. Prof Vicentina - mala-Little Mermaid sa haba ng buhok. Pinakamababa kong grade ever--2.75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;8. Prof Monsod - Mareng Winnie, laba tayo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;9. Prof Magpale - dyosko. Ano ba'ng natutunan ko sa Accounting? Hmmmm...debits on the left, credits on the right. OK na yon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;10. Prof Constantino - uhm, Ma'am, just because Everjeanne and I have the same surnames, that doesn't make us husband and wife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;11. Prof Arandia - aaaah...the color-coordinated shoes, skirt, blouse...and hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;Math 11, Philo 1, Soc Sci 2, STS, PI (Putangina), and Sex and Culture (panay culture, walang sex!). O, "least" yang mga yan ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERON KA BANG SATURDAY CLASSES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the @#*$&amp;amp;^%^@ ROTC, nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAKAPAG-FIELD TRIP KA BA EVER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bulubundukin at kapatagan ng Lucena ba yon. Some Southern Tagalog town, for our Peoples of the Philippines (Anthro) class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.S. KA BA O U.S.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly CS. US for one semester. Graduated cum laude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANO'NG ORGS/FRATS/SORORITY KA JUMOIN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andami e. Pa-bibo kasi ako nun. Pero pinaka-active ako UP Singing Ambassadors, UP Tangway, CIRCA, Student Council, Umalohokan, at World Without Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAMBAYAN MO NUN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarding house sa Dagohoy (nuod Marimar with Astrokids), UP Observatory, Chapel (uuuuuuy mabait kunwari), Public Ad library (para po magkwentuhan at magpa-aircon), at isang sakay na UP-SM North lang ang katapat ko pag may mahabang break between classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;MAGKANO IKOT NUN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;Freshman, 1.25. Pag-gradweyt ko, 1.75 na. Shyet gurang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DORM, BOARDING HOUSE, BARRACKS O BAHAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshman sa Kalayaan City Jail este Residence Hall pala. After that, boarding house na sa Pook Dagohoy...till I graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUNG WALANG UPCAT TEST AT MALAYA KANG NAKAPILI NG KURSO SA UP, WHAT WOULD THAT BE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;INTARMED. Bwahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINO ANG PINAKAUNA MONG NAKILALA/NAGING FRIEND SA UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;Yung roommie ko sa Kalayaan, si Jav Villaruel, who eventually became my bespren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST PLAY NA NAPANUOD MO SA UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;La Muerte y La Doncella (Death and the Maiden). Na-bother ako. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAN KA MADALAS MAG-LUNCH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;Pag inabot sa bahay, sa boarding house lang. Board and lodging kasi ako...sayang naman bayad ko noh. Otherwise, we'd be eating at the college concessionaire (Nestle pa yon that time), or may pantawid-gutom na squid ball, fish ball, kikiam sa may AS or Vinzons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;MAY "EXPERIENCE" KA BA SA SUNKEN GARDEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;Uyyyy, wala!!!!!! (Defensive)...pero sa Lagoon at Amphitheatre meron! NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 MOST CONYO OR COOLEST ORGS/FRATS/SORORITY IN UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konyo...Upsilon. Cool...eh di yung mga orgs ko! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY NAG-RECRUIT BA SAYONG FRAT/SORORITY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorority sana. HAHAHAHAH. Frat...it was a UPM-based frat, Tao Omega Mu. Na-recruit nga ako e. Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MASAYA BA SA UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo naman noh. I'd do it again if you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAKASAMA KA BA SA RALLIES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Na-dyaryo pa nga ako e. Nagka-altapresyon tuloy nanay ko! &lt;em&gt;("Tinamanang bata toh! Hinde kita pinapag-aral sa UP para mag-rally!!!!")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINANGARAP MO BANG MAGING "-LAUDE" NUNG FRESHMAN KA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, not really. Nagulat na lang ako nung 3rd year, when I realized, "Whoa! Pede pala akong maging magna cum laude!!!" (na na-downgrade dahil sa lecheng chickenpox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KANINO KA PINAKA-PATAY SA UP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, kay Michelle Aldana, kay Barbie Espiritu, at shempre sa naging gf ko na si Dashell Yancha. Asan na kaya yong mga bruhang yon???? HAHAHAHAHAH bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUNG HINDE KA NAG-UP, ANONG SKUL MO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't receive my admissions letter from UP (got lost in the mail) so I thought all along na hinde ako pumasa...kanda iyak pa ako nun with the "I feel so stupid, I'm the only one in my barkadad who didn't make it to UP!!"...so I applied at other schools. I passed the entrance exam in La Salle for Computer Science (walang review-review yan, naka-95 ako. HAHAHAHAH) and in UST for Electronics and Communications Engineering. Good luck naman daw sa "favorite" subject kong Math. Nyahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;O, kayo na dali!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-5045958520838859509?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/5045958520838859509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=5045958520838859509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5045958520838859509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5045958520838859509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2008/01/sentenar-yo.html' title='Sentenar-Yo!'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R5AMflbkcoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JKY9FydtKio/s72-c/UPsentenaryo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-4355992407430119558</id><published>2007-12-21T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:26:23.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fine, Fine Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R2tqiVbkcnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SLuC-6Z3nTg/s1600-h/lladroboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146324137301799538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R2tqiVbkcnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SLuC-6Z3nTg/s200/lladroboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Few days after Avenue Q, I still have bits and pieces of the songs playing in my head...like it's some sort of beef strip stuck in between my teeth (o, trivia, ano ang English ng TINGA?!)...the kind that will bother you until you've successfully dislodged it from your teeth. So, there. I finally sat down, Googled the damned song lyrics and got it going in my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fine, Fine Line...it goes like this, sung by Katie Monster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;&lt;br /&gt;And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between love&lt;br /&gt;And a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,&lt;br /&gt;But there's a fine, fine line between love&lt;br /&gt;And a waste of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;For my own sanity, I've got to close the door&lt;br /&gt;And walk away...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between together and not&lt;br /&gt;And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between love&lt;br /&gt;And a waste of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I recently met someone...and I think...damn, I'm finally in love. After almost a year of being in the &lt;em&gt;wrong/inappropriate&lt;/em&gt; dating scene...I may finally be ready to throw in the towel (I know, I know, you might think that that's not the right figure of speech...but c'mon...think about it...I'm just about ready to give up...on being hopeless, so, yeah, "throw in the towel" would be just about right). Images of "The Mirror Has Two Faces" and notes of "Finally Found Someone" all of a sudden plays in my head--full orchestra and TTBB arrangement pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I wake up in the morning with a great big silly stupid smile on my face. I strike a giggly conversation with God, telling Him He's such a mean ole' Being, making me wait this long for the right one. And He responds by saying, "Everything in it's own time, Ben. Congratulations...your name's written on this other person's heart...as it is written in yours, too." Blagag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The other day, I was getting ready for work, I all of a sudden had an urge to mass text my family and tell them "I love you"...and that I miss them, and will see them this Sunday for pre-Xmas gathering. My Aunt replied by saying, "Mukhang maganda gising natin, ah". She had no idea. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;There really is a fine, fine line between love and a waste of your time. I'm now ready to cross over to the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;To you, my Mahal, they say there's two types of people in the world--those that come into your life and say, "OK, here I am"...and those that say, "Ah, there you are!"... can I just tell you--for the nth time now-- "Ah...there you are. Found ya!" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I'll see you tonight. I made your favorite. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-4355992407430119558?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/4355992407430119558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=4355992407430119558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4355992407430119558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/4355992407430119558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2007/12/fine-fine-line.html' title='A Fine, Fine Line'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R2tqiVbkcnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SLuC-6Z3nTg/s72-c/lladroboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8296922269222367131</id><published>2007-12-16T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:00:05.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Sucks To Be Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R2SPSlbkcmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VkLZDH23QUc/s1600-h/avenueqcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R2SPSlbkcmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VkLZDH23QUc/s200/avenueqcast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144394223812112994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Watched Avenue Q last night--its first rerun schedule since it first came out in Manila on September--at the Carlos P. Romulo Theater in RCBC Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's been a lot of fuss, apparently, but I've never really gotten bitten by the bug. (Wasn't I the last soul to ever get on the Harry Potter bandwagon?!) My officemate Yayie was raving about it almost two years ago, and even gave me a copy of the soundtrack. In between balancing work and life, I never really got to listening to it...not even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Internet Is For Porn&lt;/span&gt;. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;An acquaintance I made a few months back (his name's Arthur) was likewise raving about it--like he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;naman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; with most musicals...and was feeling downhearted when he missed the September run. He vowed to get a ticket for the December rerun (which, at the time, was still a hush-hush). He didn't get to get tickets to the show, by the way (bummer, eh?!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So when my friend Randy texted me a month back and asked if I was interested in watching Avenue Q, I gave a tentative, not-too-enthusiastic yes...but watched it anyway...as long as it wasn't too expensive (December's for spending on gifts, ya know...). We got the upper balcony for 500 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Got to our seats 10 minutes early. I told Randy we were lucky the theater wasn't as steep as when I watched Chicago in Houston, Texas. At 200 dollars, the performers were about an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;inch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; tall. For just 500 pesos and about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; inches tall, I wouldn't be one to complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Show started just in time...some of life's little blessings. No major overture/opening kind of shit that you normally see on stage. It actually starts with a plug-type of music streaming from a corner TV set. How very innovative...it gives you a general idea this early that it will be, uhm, different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The set is so much better than the Broadway--or at least in terms of color. Avenue Q Broadway was a tad bleak, almost devoid of life. Atlantis Productions' was--how do you say it--in living color. (Gotta get those pastels onto my walls now) The lighting was right, and spots were appropriate and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; synched with the main characters performing at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The music. Ah. Where do I start? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"It Sucks To Be Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; is just way too close to home. At a certain age, you just can't help but think this way--you're unemployed, you're single, you're a has-been, you've wasted your college degree, the works. I am yet to meet that person who cannot relate to this song. Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"The Internet is for Porn"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; takes the cake in laugh-out-loud lyrics. And seeing Trekkie Monster mime his "horn-whacking" and spilling out his "porn porn porn" lyrics was more than enough to make me roll on the floor...or what's left of where we were seated. There was a touchy-feely poignantish song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fine, Fine Line"&lt;/span&gt;, where Kate Monster was feeling downhearted after being dumped by Princeton (oh, yes, puppets do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, too!). It sank in on me that I was being a little bit of a Princeton to somebody...but that it was really how it was for me/us. So, imagine me empathizing with the two damned puppets and twiddling my fingers and looking down at my feet as I felt somehow awkward.  The final song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"For Now"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; was a truly apt way to close the show...and give everyone in the audience something good to feel about. It goes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Don't stress, relax, let life roll off your backs. Except for death and paying taxes, everything in life is only for now!..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.  (And, oh, that part about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Only for now! (Sex!) Is only for now! (Your hair!) Is only for now! (George Bush!) Is only for now!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...I really wish they changed "George Bush" to "GMA". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; would have brought the house down!) Oh, Oh, the Manila casts' singing of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Give Love on Christmas Day"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; was just...beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The cast. Hmmmmm....I'd say these people are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;--I repeat--not humans. With their exceptional talent in multitasking, voice-changing/masking, dancing and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pretending to be real Americans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; (ehehehehehehehe), how could they possibly be normal human beings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Felix Rivera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; was very refreshing. He is, after all, more than just beautiful chest and biceps (LOL). So to that bitchy fag I overheard outside the toilet complaining (and comparing Rivera to Broadway's Tartaglia) about Manila's Princeton, I say to him--in my most puppety voice, "Felix was perfect for the role...so, Fuck you!". I never liked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rachel Alejandro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. But last night was a time I threw that dislike rag out the window and embraced her--voice, boobs, hips and all. Her Lucy the Slut performance was simply fantastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aiza Seguerra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; was perfect for the Gary Coleman role. Nooooo...not because she's a has-been! Or, OK, OK...at the very least, Gary and Aiza shared some lost-childhood moments due to showbiz...so I believe they couldn't have gotten a better Coleman than her. (Unless it's Matet? LOL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Joel Trinidad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; was likewise astonishing. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; brought Trekkie Monster to life. And although the Broadway Trekkie had more funky dance moves, Trinidad gave such justice to the Manila Trekkie. (Did I say the whacking was such a turn on for most peeps? LOL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rycharde Everley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; was, uhm, aiiiight. It wasn't a stellar performance, but being a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;legit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; white guy, he couldn't have given Brian's role more justice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Frenchie Dy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Teenee Chan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; were, in my opinion, so underutilized in the show, moreso Chan. Dy still delivers her magnificent notes and almost perfect pitch, though the rehearsed Japanese accent sort of got in the way. I would love to see more Chan singing rather than just puppeteering and speaking. All in all, the cast was great. They seemed to have bonded well prior to the show as they looked very comfortable and very, uhm, "one" with each other...whatever that means to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You should definitely watch it. Again, when you can. It isn't for the Manangs or pretentious holier-than-thous...Think of Sesame Street or Jim Henson Muppets having sex (ooooohhhh, yes, there IS full puppet nudity involved), cussing like truck drivers, and talking about drugs, and sex, and dumping girlfriends, and sex, and gay boys, and sex, and booze, and...oh, porn. That being said, parental discretion is totally necessary. You don't really want your 7-year olds shouting "fuck yous" at you, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OK. I'm babbling. Now, where is that Avenue Q soundtrack...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Shoo. Go now and Q for Avenue Q. (If you didn't get that, you are one stupid monster/puppet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-8296922269222367131?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/8296922269222367131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=8296922269222367131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8296922269222367131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/8296922269222367131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2007/12/watched-avenue-q-last-night-its-first.html' title='It Sucks To Be Me'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R2SPSlbkcmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VkLZDH23QUc/s72-c/avenueqcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-2598713508350325350</id><published>2007-11-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:39:12.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R0gw_jBCDUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/niSwVYA4U88/s1600-h/enchantedcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R0gw_jBCDUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/niSwVYA4U88/s200/enchantedcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136409243305512258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Get the must own musical from what's sure to be the Holiday Movie of the  Year! Yes, it's a musical. Even Patrick Dempsey and James Marsden sing some  tunes. And, oh, did I mention it was a chick flick? Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Featuring Carrie Underwood's brand new single "Ever Ever After", a new  single from Jon McLaughlin, and songs and score by Grammy Award Winning, Disney  Legend Alan Menken and Broadway's "Wicked" Composer Stephen Scwartz&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jon McLaughlin's song, "So Close" is a very beautiful, captivating song. A  must-have CD single!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;Tracks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. True Love's Kiss - Amy Adams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Happy Working Song - Amy Adams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  That's How You Know - Amy Adams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So Close - Jon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever Ever  After - Carrie Underwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6. Andalasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7. Into the Well  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Robert Says Goodbye  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nathaniel And Pip  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Prince Edward's  Search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;11. Girls Go Shopping  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Narissa Arrives   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Storybook Ending  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Enchanted Suite  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. That's  Amore - James Marsden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Gracias Hoserpo for the down/upload! Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, oh...did I tell you I have the whole cd??? Download it by clicking &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://shiaolien.multiply.com/music/item/450/Disneys_Enchanted_OST"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-2598713508350325350?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/2598713508350325350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=2598713508350325350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2598713508350325350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/2598713508350325350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2007/11/get-enchanted.html' title='Get Enchanted'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/R0gw_jBCDUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/niSwVYA4U88/s72-c/enchantedcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-5792625900896353521</id><published>2007-10-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:57:17.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Rxtm-bffZrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mh7j_C2gRZM/s1600-h/patience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 0px 0px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Rxtm-bffZrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mh7j_C2gRZM/s200/patience.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123802223781832370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Patience, as we were taught in Sunday School, is a [cardinal] virtue--in the same neighborhood as justice, prudence, fortitude, hope, faith, and charity. And as such, it necessarily intimates a certain extent of moral excellence or goodness or righteousness. Individuals possessing this virtue have nothing but serenity, a sense of calm and tranquility.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience, however, like all virtues, is like a commodity or belonging--we usually start with an abundance of it, but it is likewise prone to being exhausted or squandered if we do not conserve or nurture it. It is likewise similar to a fuse wherein a certain level or strength of force can trigger certain buttons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Just how much patience does one need to live by? Until how much can a person try and understand, condone and forgive a wrongdoer who repeatedly errs, violates or misbehaves? Up to which point can one take the blows and consequently decide to throw in the towel and summarily quit? Like commodities, is there some sort of inventory of its availability, wherein one can re-stock a cupboard or pantry when it goes dangerously low? Like supplies that are requisite stocks in a ration, how low can you go?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I remember growing up being taught by mother--whether directly/consciously or indirectly/subconsciously--the very virtue of patience. Although we were never exactly impoverished, my family was never rich financially. We had three (sometimes more) meals a day, a good roof above our heads, and decent clothing...but never those fancy cars or brand-name/haute coutre clothing or leisurely trips to Europe or extravagant parties or top-of-the-line gadgets and the likes. We were raised to work hard for the money [insert Donna Summer song here..hehehehe]...er, for whatever we have our eyes and hearts set on. We were taught that nothing was served on a silver platter--or at least not to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;--and that everything comes with a price that is not necessarily with a peso or dollar (or whatever currency) sign...and such price can only be attained or paid for by hard work and industry. I grew up wearing hand-me-downs from more well-off cousins in the United States, and to be able to buy my own brand-new clothes (or toys or whathaveyous), I needed to work for it by, say, bringing packed lunch to school instead of eat at restaurants in order to save money; or work part-time at a Jollibee branch in Morayta one summer in order to sustain myself for the entire summer in Manila.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What came as a by-product of that kind of hard work was an inner patience that not only made me (and I am confidently assuming, my sister as well) patient in terms of financial struggles, but also in terms of patience with other people's shortcomings or even downright meanness. Ask my highschool and college friends to describe the state of my patience and they will, in chorus, say that it takes a lot to make me mad or lose my temper. Even a couple of years ago--right when I was at the height of my yoga frenzy--a whole room could be in strife or everybody around me could be at each other's throats, but I would still have my calm, focused and laid-back composure intact.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Up until a year or so ago, I think my fuse got worn out. Years of forgiveness, shrugging off misfortunes, bitterly looking the other way, and on-end "It's OK's", I think I snapped. My Anger Management sessions with life coach Carlos Aguilar, Jr., to date, ranks as the sterling example of such realization about the current state of my patience. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have been bombarded with a deluge of setbacks and disappointments (dare I say "catastrophes"??) in the last year or so. Had quite a string of rejections (overseas job posts, gigs at hosting or commercials and print, with prospective "promising" dates, etc.), loss, ailments, problems and heartaches...all of which did not seem to promise a better day. There were moments when it felt as if, while in this dark tunnel, the only light glimmering at the end of the tunnel were actually the headlights of an oncoming ten-wheeler truck that was about to hit me head-on. It had been one failure after the other...and no amount of crying in one corner of the church or imploring with God or endless repetitions of the Serenity Prayers could appease my grieving heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/RxtnZrffZtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YjkO6kynKW4/s1600-h/evanalmighty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/RxtnZrffZtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YjkO6kynKW4/s200/evanalmighty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123802691933267666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was at my lowest of low when I caught a certain scene from the Steve Carrell-Morgan Freeman movie Evan Almighty. While it wasn't all that laugh-out-loud, a moment in the movie will stay with me forever. It was a truly defining moment that anyone in my--or even worse--state of mind and emotions could use. In a scene at a restaurant, where Freeman (a.k.a. God) was disguised as a wait staff who can anticipate your order or heart's desire (go figure), he asks Evan's wife:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Do you think that God gives us patience when we pray for it, or does he give us opportunities to be patient? And when we ask for courage, does he give us courage or give us opportunities to be courageous?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BAM! I felt as though my heart thudded in the wrong rib, and all of a sudden stopped beating, made me momentarily catch a huge helping of my breath...and started welling up in my eyes and uncontrollably sobbed and sniffed and heaved alternatingly.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I knew right away: yes, these are all tests. These roadblocks are merely opportunities to make me exercise, practice, and nurture some more my patience. For what is patience worth if everything was in accord with what's perfect? Or, as I have customarily placed as my auto-signature in my Gmail account: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"You will never appreciate the light until you've experienced the darkness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; How could I have missed that?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this crossroad in my life, I hold on to that Evan Almightly scene, as I repetitively hum India.Arie's song "This, Too, Shall Pass". God-willing, I will pass His test with flying colors.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12329246-5792625900896353521?l=bigred05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/feeds/5792625900896353521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12329246&amp;postID=5792625900896353521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5792625900896353521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12329246/posts/default/5792625900896353521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigred05.blogspot.com/2007/10/road-to-serenity.html' title='The Road to Serenity'/><author><name>Big Bad Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739895710406450862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Se7XNV29G7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Yt_NZJCwdXI/S220/DSC01124a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/Rxtm-bffZrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mh7j_C2gRZM/s72-c/patience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12329246.post-8945170030447670161</id><published>2007-10-21T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:47:13.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Manners for Dummies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/RxsMOrffZqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Uv7HslulyCs/s1600-h/mannersbook.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3-SXBWq8uo/RxsMOrffZqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Uv7HslulyCs/s200/mannersbook.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123702447396578978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Have you ever felt victimized by people with no manners...or maybe have forgotten about them? I know I have been. Two in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a common friend Nel about two weeks ago. We were having our usual short brewed Americano at Starbucks. We were chitchatting and having some palaver that we'd normally do. Somewhere in the middle of our musings about finance and old dates and grade school memories, a friend of his came by--a badminton buddy. So they started their hi's and hello's and the palaver of their own, while I was there sitting and sipping my cup of coffee, staring at people passing by the coffee shop. All along I was thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gee, I wonder if Nel remembers that I'm seated beside him and his friend...and will introduce me to him.&lt;/span&gt; Apparently, I got my answer to my musing...when the friend came, did their business, and left without being introduced to the warm-bodied homo sapiens seated not more than 3 inches from where they were. I was complet
