<?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-25358073</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:52:44.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just droppin' by...</title><subtitle type='html'>Do not wish to be anything but what you are, and try to be that perfectly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-5968004326240184205</id><published>2009-06-21T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:37:28.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CASE 18816760-0622</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't it be sweet to go back in time and give your old self a BIG smack in the head for something you know you'll be regretting in the future? It could be something you did or didn't do, whichever may be the case. For me, it's something I didn't do.  Why in Buddha's name I didn't do it still rattles my freakin' head.  I hate to admit it, but I do feel regret. Uhmm, im just still human.  And yes, this involves a girl (how typical). LOL.  I really didn't see it coming. Falling i mean...&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. I'll just keep moving forward and see what's ahead of me.  Kinda excited about getting to study again.  Yep, i'll be taking culinary arts at MIHCA this year, or early next year.  And it'll be a major career shift for me. (from computers to menus. LOL)  Will I do good? Yes. Why? Just one word... Passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-5968004326240184205?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/5968004326240184205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=5968004326240184205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/5968004326240184205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/5968004326240184205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2009/06/case-18816760-0622.html' title='CASE 18816760-0622'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-1251331001690224678</id><published>2009-06-21T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:41:21.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, i find it amusing reading my old posts. It has been helluva long time since I posted something, anything.  It surely brings back memories.  And why am I writing this blog? Simply because i'm bored. lol.It's 2:30am in the morning and I have work piled up! (can't find the strength to finish those forms).  I sure do hope I can accomplish something by the end of my shift. NYAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-1251331001690224678?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/1251331001690224678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=1251331001690224678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/1251331001690224678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/1251331001690224678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2009/06/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-9222241936229548929</id><published>2007-07-31T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:33:03.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Beyond Appearances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is our natural inclination to judge people, since it happens without our even thinking about it. We take one look and summarize a whole person-overweight, pretty, stylish, sloppy. This habit comes from the mind's need to categorize the world in order to be able to function without becoming overwhelmed. When we judge, we are looking for pertinent information, trying to determine whether the person approaching is a threat, an ally, or someone we don't need to worry about. This way of looking at people makes sense in a dangerous context, but in our daily lives it leads to an overly simplistic reading of the people we meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you have ever judged someone dismissively, only to have them become a dear friend once you got to know them, you know the hazards of the judgment cycle firsthand. An experience like that may have led you to soften your natural tendency to believe your first impressions. We will always notice things about the people we meet, but as we become more conscious of the shortcomings of judgment, we won't be satisfied with our surface observations. We may notice that someone is driving an expensive car, but we will decide whether to befriend her based on getting to know her over time. We will not rule out a friendship with someone with messy hair, especially if he turns out to have a great sense of humor and a kind heart. Liking or disliking a person is a choice you will naturally make, but it will be after you have gotten to know them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next time you notice yourself judging somebody, try to send love, light, or blessings to the person you were judging. Then try to listen to them openly or look them in the eye and learn something about them. If this is not easy for you, remember not to judge yourself either. Trust that with practice, you will successfully disable your habitual patterns. As you do, you will find a whole new dimension of perception opening up to you, allowing you to see beyond the surface and into the essence of the people you meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-9222241936229548929?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/9222241936229548929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=9222241936229548929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/9222241936229548929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/9222241936229548929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving-beyond-appearances.html' title='Moving Beyond Appearances'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-116183371733970466</id><published>2006-10-25T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:52:10.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Happiness is just a feeling of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;euphoria&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the brain chemistry going in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;overdrive&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why so many relationships fail, honeymoon ends and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;REALITY &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;sinks in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A quote by lex from smallville which seems to have been embedded in my head for some reason.  Funny how a mind of a realist works huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene perfectly matches the background music "Have i told you i ache for you" by dunno who.  Drives me insane not to be able to download the song from any site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-116183371733970466?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/116183371733970466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=116183371733970466' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/116183371733970466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/116183371733970466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/10/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115739310884504469</id><published>2006-09-04T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:28:10.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my virgo qualities</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Virgo qualities. It's funny cuz i find it to be quite accurate. hehe. Saw this from &lt;a href="http://www.tinaelaine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tina's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Check out yours &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/yteing/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Time is precious for Virgo man and if you make him wait, he will consider that as an insult.&lt;br /&gt;- He hates to hear criticism and hates to be criticized.&lt;br /&gt;- He is a bright guy and could accept comments if he thinks it can improve himself.&lt;br /&gt;- He is the type who is well adjusted to make changes.&lt;br /&gt;- He is quite romantic, a type of guy who can drive 100 miles just to tell you how much he misses you.&lt;br /&gt;- His woman has to be clean and dresses well.&lt;br /&gt;- He is neat &amp;amp; tidy, so his life is always in a schedule, a fixed time for lunch, same goes with goin home.&lt;br /&gt;- He is well knowledgeable about food and conscious about nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;- You will see him in social events or party only if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;- He's always neat and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;- He always acts like a boring mature adult, but after getting to know him, you will know he has his own charm.&lt;br /&gt;- He always see things clearly, so he is not the type to be blinded by love.&lt;br /&gt;- He is a kind and cool guy, but if constantly irritated with rudeness, ignorance, or stupidity then he will show you that he is annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;- He likes a sincere, self confident, neat and clean woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(grammar edited)&lt;/em&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/25358073-115739310884504469?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115739310884504469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115739310884504469' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115739310884504469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115739310884504469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-virgo-qualities.html' title='my virgo qualities'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115724383992400319</id><published>2006-09-02T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:39:39.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick, sick, sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting sick... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...almost all my senses are off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...can't go out &amp; have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...can't eat anything but hot soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...not reporting for work for genuinely being sick. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My nose starts to itch... then i sneeze... then my throat hurts... next thing i know, i'm in bed nursing a fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-115724383992400319?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115724383992400319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115724383992400319' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115724383992400319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115724383992400319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick-sick-sick.html' title='sick, sick, sick'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115523154546790355</id><published>2006-08-10T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:47:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/broken%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/broken%20heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just got in the office. so sleepy. been having 3-4 hours of sleep for the past few days. it's ok naman, i always make up for it a day in a week by sleeping straight for 15 hrs. so bawi din. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just been at metrowalk to meet a friend in need.. a heartbroken friend. She texted me a few days back &amp; wanted to meet just to vent out her frustration &amp;amp; ease the pain she's keeping inside. Petty quarrel led to a nightmare which apparently ended their relationship. Guy finally said that he can't commit. At first, guy was said to be so sweet, sensitive and understanding..you know, the so called "perfect catch". She thought she found the person to spend the rest her life with. Guess she was wrong. She's been through a lot. Before this guy, she was actually single for more than 2 years, despite having a lot of suitors. Afraid to undergo the same fate with the last relationship was the reason. This guy however was just too persistent, eventually, she fell for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sick and tired of dating the wrong ones" she said. Told her it's not a luxury of choice. You will date the wrong ones...but will eventually find the right one. Just need to have the patience..and a lot of it. Right now, she's afraid of going out with anyone. Afraid for someone to penetrate her fragile heart &amp;amp; emotions to take over. Afraid of walking the same path with the last failed relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be just great if we can choose the right person for us right away? Whom we can spend the rest of our lives with? Some people are just damn lucky. We have to believe that God has a bigger plan for us. We meet the wrong ones for a particular reason...like what i always say, everything happens for a reason. He wants us to grow...to be strong...to learn from our mistakes. All we need to have is faith.&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/25358073-115523154546790355?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115523154546790355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115523154546790355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115523154546790355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115523154546790355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/08/faith_10.html' title='faith'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115497880370324003</id><published>2006-08-07T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:26:47.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/coyote-acme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/coyote-acme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever wondered what AMCE stands for?  It's actually  "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ompany which &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;anufactures &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never get tired of watching this... used to drive my ex nuts. hahaha. Always keeps me glued to the tv, thinking how coyote's gonna end up with the famous ACME anvil on top of it's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess there's this kid in all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-115497880370324003?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115497880370324003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115497880370324003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115497880370324003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115497880370324003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/08/acme.html' title='acme'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115411681677979245</id><published>2006-07-28T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:00:16.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/soulseekervsarthras.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/400/soulseekervsarthras.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a DOTA fanatic.  It's one of those things i do to be relieved of stress.  This strategic game lets you control a single hero compared to the conventional style of the original warcraft game which lets you micro manage.  Simple as it may seem, it's actually more complex than you think! After choosing a hero, you have to earn gold by killing creeps or another hero to buy an item...then combine items to produce another complicated item, which has it's own ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my fave heroes would be &lt;a href="http://www.dotaportal.com/heroes.php?id=U008"&gt;Lycanthrope&lt;/a&gt;.  (i'm more of a strength hero user) He's a killer and could be very very annoying at start game.  Just give me 3 bracers &amp; i'm on for a kill exactly at level 6. hehe.  Just add stats to wolves &amp; feral heart then you're ready to go. Next item i save up for is S&amp;amp;Y.  By that time, your wolves &amp; feral heart should be already at lvl4.  Lemme tell you the importance of lvl4 wolves cuz some players don't even upgrade this ability. If i was to have the same lane as bane, i'd buy tele or euls...easy escape. But if he has lvl4 wolves with bash &amp; crit, now that's a different story.  Of course we know that tele is cancelled when bashed, so... 2 wolves would give u a 30% chance of bash &amp; with 2 wolves attacking while a hero is teleporting is a goner. haha. Even with euls, with wolves doin' permastun, u won't get far enough. I'd say the only chance you have of escaping would be owning a dagger of escape in which btw, costs hell of a lot. (you'd be so poor from dying numerous times. haha).  Generally, he owns big time. Once he gets tarasque, game's already a GG... for ME that is.. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can generally use any hero except Techies.  dunno. haven't even tried this hero.hehe.  I find him to be cheap cuz of his bombs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If any of you guys out there play dota, jst msg me or add me up in your ym. id is tom91378.  just make sure your frozenthrone version is up-to-date &amp;amp; have &lt;a href="http://www.hamachi.cc/"&gt;hamachi&lt;/a&gt; installed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-115411681677979245?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115411681677979245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115411681677979245' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115411681677979245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115411681677979245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/07/dota.html' title='dota'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115398378529663832</id><published>2006-07-26T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:03:05.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>married the right person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not sure if u made the right decision? then this one's for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/weddingring.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/weddingring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Right Person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is that your husband?" In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?" Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind. Here's the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love... because it's happening TO YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that __expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Falling is love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, church, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression "the labor of love." Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can "make" love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... not just a feeling.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-115398378529663832?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115398378529663832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115398378529663832' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115398378529663832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115398378529663832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/07/married-right-person_26.html' title='married the right person?'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115380255495657471</id><published>2006-07-24T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:44:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my southpark pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/southpark(tom).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/southpark%28tom%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is me... cool huh? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;create ur own!   &lt;a href="http://sp-studio.de"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-115380255495657471?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115380255495657471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115380255495657471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115380255495657471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115380255495657471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-southpark-pic.html' title='my southpark pic'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115350102004579609</id><published>2006-07-21T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:00:45.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marked cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don't expect to get anything back, don't expect recognition for your efforts, don't expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clear the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are." - the Zahir - Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-115350102004579609?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115350102004579609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115350102004579609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115350102004579609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115350102004579609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/07/marked-cards.html' title='marked cards'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115308618542170758</id><published>2006-07-16T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:46:42.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bedazzled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to stop sneezing...*sniff*. Started early this evening after drinking 2 bottles of san mig light. Got drunk after 4 bottles., how embarassing. Can't believe how poor my tolerance is with alcohol..., well, considering my built. hehe. Been at an old friends' house who celebrated the 1st bday of his baby boy. Haven't seen this guy in years! Surprising to know that my team mate and him are good college buddies. Yep, it's a small world indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I used to know this guy to be a womanizer. A cheat. A liar. A scoundrel. He literally had 4 girlfriends at the same time (or so he claims)... that is before he became a changed man (or so he claims to be again). How the heck in the world was he able to manage it?!? unbelievable. Perhaps, his "girlfriends" were too naive or too innocent to notice that they were being deceived....or maybe, they actually knew of his special someone, yet still tryst. I can't seem to figure out how &amp; why females fell for his act. Tsk tsk.. common sense. ....or could be that guy is just too good? either way, it's a case to case basis. Setting things aside, shouldn't your conscience be enough to tell you not to do these acts of infidelities? Are they not afraid? does the word "Karma" ring a bell? Even an atheist or an uneducated person can say it's wrong. What's more even astonishing is the fact that this is not a rare case. I happen to be friends with a number of people who does this sort of "acts". No point in arguing. They're too old to know what's right and wrong. No one can change a person. Change should come only from oneself.&lt;br /&gt;Men, in nature, are said to be polygamous. Total bull. I'd say both men &amp;amp; women are equal. Don't ask, i can't explain why. I just know. It's not a matter of how you're brought up to be or who your friends are., not even genetics. I'm entitled to my own better judgement. Don't mind me, i'm talking nonsense &amp;amp; just blabbering. I'm tired, drunk and cold...but not sleepy...i wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-115308618542170758?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115308618542170758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115308618542170758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115308618542170758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115308618542170758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/07/bedazzled.html' title='bedazzled'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115250389383742633</id><published>2006-07-09T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:03:14.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quarter-life crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/quarterlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/quarterlife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being Twenty-Something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being Twenty-Something (This puts it all into words perfectly.) They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and that,maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis.But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay whereyou are or move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the sametopics because you cannot seem to make a decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--- got it from an email....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-115250389383742633?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115250389383742633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115250389383742633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115250389383742633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115250389383742633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/07/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='quarter-life crisis'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115213784731451886</id><published>2006-07-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:28:46.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>superman @ imax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/imax.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/400/imax.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 20 x 29 meters, the IMAX screen is the biggest in the Philippines. It's high as an 8-storey building and the theatre can accomodate 500+ people. Also, the screen is wide enough to cover the entire field of a person’s view, even his peripheral vision. Sound quality is superb. You can clearly hear every crisp detail, wether it be coming from the side, back or front. It'll blow you away, literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watched the movie with Tina which was supposed to have started at 12am monday. For some technical difficulties, it started around 1am. It's funny how people wait in line just to see "superman returns" in IMAX. The moment you stepped into the premises of imax, you'll see people actually sleeping on the floor! Place looks like a relief center. People waiting in line just to get their share of donations. hahaha. Even celebrities! Tina tried desperately to get a picture of this guy sleeping at the floor wearing his superman shirt. Really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At 1am, everyone was getting inside the theatre. As what my friend told me, our tickets were the best seats in the house (thanks Reg). Like any other theatre, it started with previews of upcoming movies...but quite different. They were in 3d. asteg talaga. If you have tried the '4d' theatre in enchanted kingdom, it's the same experience, but this one is way way much better. Mind blowing visual &amp; sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/superman1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/superman1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Superman Returns" was the best superman ever. Of course, with the latest movie technology bein' used., how could it not be? haha. Storyline was kinda simple, hero rescues damsel in distress, yet execution was great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Movie finished around 4am, with some technical difficulties (again) at the last part. Last thing we need to bear was hailing a cab. It was exhausting. Had to take a long walk up to Casino Filipino just to hail one. I could tell how sleepy Tina was, even have work at the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall, twas a great day. really great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/25358073-115213784731451886?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115213784731451886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115213784731451886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115213784731451886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115213784731451886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman-imax.html' title='superman @ imax'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-115154998714585941</id><published>2006-06-28T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:59:47.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/excel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/excel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been a while since my last blog, damn.. too busy at work. Would you believe that i spend 3 hours a day working overtime.. just like today!. It was worth it tho, learned a lot.. and i mean a lot. I get training for doing sup stuff like reports and analytic softwares. Haha, didn't even know that you can do a lot with just excel! simply amazing. Still have a lot to learn. I have no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm happy, never felt this way before... reason for that would just be kept for myself. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-115154998714585941?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/115154998714585941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=115154998714585941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115154998714585941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/115154998714585941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-tired.html' title='so tired'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-114891193789066978</id><published>2006-05-29T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T03:09:59.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>invisibility cloak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/necromancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/necromancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...ran across this news on the net. pretty amazing, imagine the possibilities..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AP) WASHINGTON Imagine an invisibility cloak that works just like the one Harry Potter inherited from his father.&lt;br /&gt;Researchers in England and the United States think they know how to do that. They are laying out the blueprint and calling for help in developing the exotic materials needed to build a cloak.&lt;br /&gt;The keys are special manmade materials, unlike any in nature or the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. These materials are intended to steer light and other forms of electromagnetic radiation around an object, rendering it as invisible as something tucked into a hole in space.&lt;br /&gt;"Is it science fiction? Well, it's theory and that already is not science fiction. It's theoretically possible to do all these Harry Potter things, but what's standing in the way is our engineering capabilities," said John Pendry, a physicist at the Imperial College London.&lt;br /&gt;Details of the study, which Pendry co-wrote, appear in Thursday's online edition of the journal Science.&lt;br /&gt;Scientists not involved in the work said it presents a solid case for making invisibility an attainable goal.&lt;br /&gt;"This is very interesting science and a very interesting idea and it is supported on a great mathematical and physical basis," said Nader Engheta, a professor of electrical and systems engineering at the University of Pennsylvania. Engheta has done his own work on invisibility using novel materials called metamaterials.&lt;br /&gt;Pendry and his co-authors also propose using metamaterials because they can be tuned to bend electromagnetic radiation — radio waves and visible light, for example — in any direction.&lt;br /&gt;A cloak made of those materials, with a structure designed down to the submicroscopic scale, would neither reflect light nor cast a shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, like a river streaming around a smooth boulder, light and all other forms of electromagnetic radiation would strike the cloak and simply flow around it, continuing on as if it never bumped up against an obstacle. That would give an onlooker the apparent ability to peer right through the cloak, with everything tucked inside concealed from view.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you could actually make someone invisible as long as someone wears a cloak made of this material," said Patanjali Parimi, a Northeastern University physicist and design engineer at Chelton Microwave Corp. in Bolton, Mass. Parimi was not involved in the research.&lt;br /&gt;Such a cloak does not exist, but early versions that could mask microwaves and other forms of electromagnetic radiation could be as close as 18 months away, Pendry said. He said the study was "an invitation to come and play with these new ideas."&lt;br /&gt;"We will have a cloak after not too long," he said.&lt;br /&gt;The Pentagon's Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency supported the research, given the obvious military applications of such stealthy technology.&lt;br /&gt;While Harry Potter could wear his cloak to skulk around Hogwarts, a real-world version probably would not be something just to be thrown on, Pendry said.&lt;br /&gt;"To be realistic, it's going to be fairly thick. Cloak is a misnomer. 'Shield' might be more appropriate," he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-114891193789066978?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cbs4.com/topstories/topstories_story_145164351.html' title='invisibility cloak'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/114891193789066978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=114891193789066978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114891193789066978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114891193789066978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/05/invisibility-cloak.html' title='invisibility cloak'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-114872585706256408</id><published>2006-05-27T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T03:30:57.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/gapingvoid.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/gapingvoid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice: It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times that you go through build character, making you a much stronger person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/25358073-114872585706256408?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/114872585706256408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=114872585706256408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114872585706256408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114872585706256408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/05/destiny.html' title='destiny'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-114837549048187359</id><published>2006-05-23T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:11:30.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>season, reason or a lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/coupl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/coupl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-114837549048187359?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/114837549048187359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=114837549048187359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114837549048187359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114837549048187359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/05/season-reason-or-lifetime.html' title='season, reason or a lifetime'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-114830281519211506</id><published>2006-05-22T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T06:00:15.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/waterlily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/waterlily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ummer has finally ended. I was awakened in the middle of the night with coldness I hadn't experienced in months. I was shivering. Turned off the fan, hid inside my blanket then snoozed back to sleep. Woke up this morning with the sun up high and cool breeze penetrating my room. Just laid there, half awake with clear thoughts. Can't think of anything that would ruin my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the next few weeks, we'll be experiencing rainfall. How does it affect us? I'm not sure why, but for me, I kinda feel slightly depressed when it rains. Kinda,... nostalgic. Longing for something... dunno what really. It's like bein' homesick when you're already home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-114830281519211506?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/114830281519211506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=114830281519211506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114830281519211506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114830281519211506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-finale.html' title='summer finale'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-114799251162321818</id><published>2006-05-18T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:19:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comes the dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/dawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand, and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn't mean possession, and company doesn't mean security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts, and presents aren't promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up, and your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you learn to build your roads today, because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have ways of falling down in mid-flight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth, and you learn and you learn...with every goodbye you learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Virginia Shopstall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;read it from a post somewhere,. just wanna share.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-114799251162321818?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/114799251162321818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=114799251162321818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114799251162321818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114799251162321818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/05/comes-dawn.html' title='comes the dawn'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-114780849392831987</id><published>2006-05-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:21:16.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/raindrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/raindrops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a way to spend my summer vacation! Would you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;believe that it rained almost our entire stay at Quezon! yep. The only sunny moments I recall would be the first few hours of our arrival. The rest of the stay, cloudy with strong winds. All thanks to the storm... hay naku... Perfect timing nga naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But that didn't stop us from enjoying our stay. At wind velocities of more than 100kph (yep, it was that strong) we were swimming, running around and battling waves. Weird thing is, it wasn't that cold,.. or was it just me. My tolerance to coldness is not quite high... so I shiver quite easily. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of the beach, if not eating and sleeping, we were playing cards and ps2. Really fun playing with bets. hehe... makes it more... exciting. At nights, kwentuhan and inuman. On the 3rd day, my bro noel arrived. He couldn't join us initially cuz of work. Sunday, I got a txt message from my supervisor about my day off bein' mon and tuesday! Haha, saya talaga. Can't stay for a day more tho cuz the rest my friends have work &amp;amp; my bro is leavin' for zamboanga that night. Well, all good things come to an end, all of us went home. Overall, twas really enjoyable. Feels so good to unwind and relax, away from civilization. I really needed that. Looking forward for my next vacation. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-114780849392831987?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/114780849392831987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=114780849392831987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114780849392831987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114780849392831987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/05/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-114699697646440518</id><published>2006-05-07T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:17:02.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rules for bein' human</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules for Being Human&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period of this time around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called LIFE. Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid. It makes no difference, you will learn lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial and error, experimentation. The "Failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately "Works." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lesson is repeated until learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can then go on to the next lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"There" is no better than "Here." When your "There" has become a "Here" you will simply obtain another "There" that will again, look better than "Here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Others are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources that you need. What you do with them is up to you. The Choice is YOURS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The answers to life's questions lie inside of you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You will get what you ask for. It may not be what you wanted, but it will be what you asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon Entering This Level of Existence, You Will Forget All of The Above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;**got this from an email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...think about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/25358073-114699697646440518?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/114699697646440518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=114699697646440518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114699697646440518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114699697646440518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/05/rules-for-bein-human.html' title='rules for bein&apos; human'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-114699494720150272</id><published>2006-05-07T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:24:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boresome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever been bored way too much AND be bored tryin' to do something? Confusing ain't it?!? hehe. Woke up around 8am yesterday, spent a few hours using pc, then went back to bed. Just laid there, can't think of anything to do. It was around 11am then,.. i wuz melting. grabe init. Should i go malling? naah, eat? not hungry, workout? not yet. My mind was totally blank. Can't or probably wont do anything that will require me to even exert the littlest effort. Am sweating like a pig in my own bed...then fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 1pm..i think..txtd sum friends for workout. Finally sumthin' to do, though not that exciting. Then received a txt from tina, she's with her best friend teray at glorietta..just chillin' out. Wanted to leave for glorietta right away but already compromised with friends. I think twas around 3pm. Told her that i might be there around 7pm. ...but sumthin' bad happened., accidentally fell asleep after workout. kainis talaga. Punta din daw cel sa glrta, reunion uli sana. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently here at PBCom makati, temporary assigned here for the day, started shift at 3pm &amp;amp; will end at 12midnight... just...alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-114699494720150272?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/114699494720150272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=114699494720150272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114699494720150272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114699494720150272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/05/boresome.html' title='boresome'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-114436529651249908</id><published>2006-04-06T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:18:53.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heat wave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/1600/summer-beach.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/87/2649/320/summer-beach.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beach.... just hearing the word makes me wanna drift away from reality. Wouldn't it be so nice to spend the whole day at the beach? Be isolated from work, from home, from the rest of the world?... Heck, if i could, i would spend a week enjoying myself at a beach resort, preferrably in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boracay.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boracay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Never been there actually., heard a lot of wonderful things about it, but never been there... budget and time wouldn't permit me to go in such a heavenly place., if it does so happens, and i would be granted with those 2 things, don't have any friends to invite goin'! frustrating, very frustrating indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel too lazy to do anything... useful. The summer heatwave restricts me from moving my butt off the pc and help with the cleaning. I have an excuse such as being too tired from work and from gym. hehe. Why not just NOT workout AND help with the chores?, anyway it's still gonna be the same as "workin' out"!.. as they say. "No, it's not the same", i kept implying. hehe, i should be ashamed of myself. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I spent summer vacation was at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowphilippines.com.ph/explore_phil/place_details.asp?content=famousefor&amp;amp;province=21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;puerto galera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. It was, of course, very memorable. Really enjoyed snorkeling,. view was crystal clear, lotsa colorful corals and fishes. And they were actually within my reach! hehe. I even remember seeing a sea snake, probably 3 feet long, tried to get a hold of it but was busy doin' something with the corals... later discovered that sea snakes are one of the venomous creatures of the sea! Grabe talaga, lakas ng loob. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be meeting some friends this sat night at greenbelt., gimik and also to discuss where out summer outing will take place and when. Sana lang talaga matuloy. tsk tsk. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25358073-114436529651249908?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/114436529651249908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=114436529651249908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114436529651249908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114436529651249908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/04/heat-wave.html' title='heat wave...'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25358073.post-114415548514422096</id><published>2006-04-04T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:24:28.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more important that the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remarkable thing is - we have a choice every day of our lives regarding the attitude we embrace for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot change our past. We cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in charge of our attitudes. &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/25358073-114415548514422096?l=tom91378.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/feeds/114415548514422096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25358073&amp;postID=114415548514422096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114415548514422096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25358073/posts/default/114415548514422096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom91378.blogspot.com/2006/04/attitude.html' title='attitude'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739167727046348064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
