<?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-8580847</id><updated>2011-09-29T10:01:46.090+08:00</updated><category term='change'/><category term='wandering around'/><title type='text'>confessions of a dangerous mind</title><subtitle type='html'>"The mind is a dangerous weapon, even to the possessor,
 if he knows not discreetly how to use it."

-Michel de Montaigne</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-2624528861902379971</id><published>2011-03-15T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:22:05.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people believe that we can't change. &lt;br /&gt;Thats because they don't know what i was like before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-2624528861902379971?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2624528861902379971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=2624528861902379971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/2624528861902379971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/2624528861902379971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-people-believe-that-we-cant-change.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-2230041889955083810</id><published>2011-03-05T05:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T05:03:35.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good thing the person who asked was not in front of me or i might have snapped. Fuck i need a drink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-2230041889955083810?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/2230041889955083810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/2230041889955083810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-thing-person-who-asked-was-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-2184332506671786912</id><published>2010-12-29T07:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T07:12:25.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2011 is the year of change for me, time to be more responsible and get my act together.&lt;br /&gt;God please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-2184332506671786912?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/2184332506671786912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/2184332506671786912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-is-year-of-change-for-me-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-1952185015745082187</id><published>2010-08-17T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:05:37.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really don't like what i'm doing right now. fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-1952185015745082187?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/1952185015745082187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/1952185015745082187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-really-dont-like-what-im-doing-right.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-3485075704253705153</id><published>2009-11-13T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:04:01.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>change is the only constant in life.&lt;br /&gt;If your environment doesn't change thus means that you have to change your environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-3485075704253705153?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/3485075704253705153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/3485075704253705153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-is-only-constant-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-811909655805751554</id><published>2009-10-28T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:18:28.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you God :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-811909655805751554?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/811909655805751554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/811909655805751554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-god.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-6965609510899117547</id><published>2009-10-26T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:18:14.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these next two days would have to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;God Help us, i pray that we pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-6965609510899117547?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/6965609510899117547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/6965609510899117547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-next-two-days-would-have-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-2463462241038491099</id><published>2009-10-24T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T02:14:26.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inevitable</title><content type='html'>someone close to me just approached me and asked for help.... i knew this day would come but how come i can't even say "yes" right away.... the thought just went through me that he must also seek other options... i'll just give it some time but eventually i will still help and give a hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-2463462241038491099?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2463462241038491099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=2463462241038491099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/2463462241038491099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/2463462241038491099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/inevitable.html' title='inevitable'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-2537850153108587973</id><published>2009-10-18T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:33:56.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>battlecry for the next ten days:&lt;br /&gt;"Banat! like never before"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-2537850153108587973?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2537850153108587973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=2537850153108587973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/2537850153108587973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/2537850153108587973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/battlecry-for-next-ten-days-banat-like.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-4340589612308436618</id><published>2009-10-14T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:49:55.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you can't handle the pressure... get out of the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Pressure! 13 days to go, i can do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-4340589612308436618?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4340589612308436618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=4340589612308436618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/4340589612308436618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/4340589612308436618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-cant-handle-pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-7003368852804295798</id><published>2009-10-14T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:48:44.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 14</title><content type='html'>I know your happy there with the Big Guy Mom, Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-7003368852804295798?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/7003368852804295798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/7003368852804295798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/oct-14.html' title='Oct 14'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-4326657543588070109</id><published>2009-08-17T21:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T02:05:30.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>the only constant in life is change, and i think i'm now in another phase of my life where i must do one thing, but i keep on getting pulled back somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i question, how the fuck am i going to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to focus and think of whats best&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-4326657543588070109?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4326657543588070109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=4326657543588070109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/4326657543588070109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/4326657543588070109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-1777759554555730207</id><published>2009-05-19T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:25:54.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been almost a year till i lost her...&lt;br /&gt;bad thing has happened but nothing can top that,&lt;br /&gt;wished she was still here, then nothing else would matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, i hate work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-1777759554555730207?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/1777759554555730207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/1777759554555730207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-almost-year-till-i-lost-her.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-8920719417926452702</id><published>2009-02-02T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:35:52.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been cursing a lot more these past few weeks, for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;need to change before i get the hang of it and say something bad to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i've been analyzing a lot of stuff about me, and i figured that i don't give a rats ass on most topics and issues. Maybe its time for me to give things another perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. life is such a bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-8920719417926452702?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8920719417926452702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=8920719417926452702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/8920719417926452702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/8920719417926452702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-cursing-lot-more-these-past.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-1057615528613901032</id><published>2008-11-26T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:51:12.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>focus</title><content type='html'>One word that stuck in my head when i was out of the country was "Focus"&lt;br /&gt;Even if your fucking wasted from all the fuckin work. Keep focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to step up.&lt;br /&gt;Focus my mind to a set goal.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters now but to achieve that goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-1057615528613901032?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1057615528613901032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=1057615528613901032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/1057615528613901032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/1057615528613901032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/focus.html' title='focus'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-490287973631846380</id><published>2008-05-23T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:21:32.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>longgest drive.</title><content type='html'>on my way home afterwork, i took the shuttle from makati to filinvest mall with my girlfriend kelly,&lt;br /&gt;then my mobile rang... its my dad....&lt;br /&gt;saying some of the words that i never wanted to hear....&lt;br /&gt;"please go now before its too late"&lt;br /&gt;fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on my way home, i was greeted with tears by our kasambahays,  the expression confirms it&lt;br /&gt;i WAS too late&lt;br /&gt;then i started the engine of my trusty overheating ride, to start the journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already driven to as far as subic, and driven in traffic for half a day, but to date... and i think for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;this IS my longgest drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the days before, what i have and haven't done...&lt;br /&gt;regretting....&lt;br /&gt;cursing in every fucking way that i know... &lt;br /&gt;tears falling....&lt;br /&gt;and praying to God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i reach the ER, my family members just pointed to what direction &lt;br /&gt;i walked by her bedside&lt;br /&gt;i gave one last kiss to her forehead&lt;br /&gt;cried my ass off&lt;br /&gt;and then said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mama, i love you&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-490287973631846380?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/490287973631846380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=490287973631846380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/490287973631846380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/490287973631846380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/longgest-drive.html' title='longgest drive.'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-6507878050139394351</id><published>2008-03-04T12:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:22:13.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the magic wand</title><content type='html'>everytime you enter a mall, the security guard checks you with a magic wand... that when the magic wand is waved in your bag... magically they will know, even though they don't have a clue on what the fuck they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174123520444783282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yttA7ZBQRPA/R84t7Zwa2rI/AAAAAAAAABI/UYmyGIpQVZU/s400/security.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174123395890731682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yttA7ZBQRPA/R84t0Jwa2qI/AAAAAAAAABA/0dYJa9Q0Nvc/s400/1537501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-6507878050139394351?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6507878050139394351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=6507878050139394351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/6507878050139394351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/6507878050139394351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/magic-wand.html' title='the magic wand'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yttA7ZBQRPA/R84t7Zwa2rI/AAAAAAAAABI/UYmyGIpQVZU/s72-c/security.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-3611942726606586450</id><published>2008-02-29T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:02:23.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its been a long time since i've been in this place, i've somewhat experienced a drought... .drought of things to criticize and write about, well here's to my 1st entry of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life, i'm being mature.... thinking of future commitments, investments, what to do in my job, rather than what to drink @ night... i've also been saying to myself and reflecting on why did it just happen now? what the fuck did i do the past years? what did i do in school? @ my previous work?.... well somewhat, this kind of stage is inevitable, and i foresee that i would be coping with more responsibilities and tasks on job and personal matters that i could think of.... shit.... growing up is a bitch&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/8580847-3611942726606586450?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3611942726606586450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=3611942726606586450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/3611942726606586450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/3611942726606586450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/bitch.html' title='bitch'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-3454729615310300258</id><published>2007-08-05T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:43:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its about time</title><content type='html'>right now, i may say for the first time in a very fuckin long time, i'm happy...&lt;br /&gt;i hope this feeling lasts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-3454729615310300258?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3454729615310300258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=3454729615310300258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/3454729615310300258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/3454729615310300258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-about-time.html' title='its about time'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-3719443512370362133</id><published>2007-06-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:53:00.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scapegoat</title><content type='html'>this time last year i remember thinking of doing anything just to get some work and money. I was bored to my ass, to think that i got so tired of getting wasted each and everynight and just dream of being a normal corporate fuckin slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in the corporate working, computer excel calculating, and wake your lazy ass off in the morning type of life.  It's normal, its boring, but yet i get paid and give myself some use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though now i'm thinking that for all that work and effort everyday, people just seem to extend their problems to me and turn me into the ultimate scapegoat for all their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-3719443512370362133?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3719443512370362133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=3719443512370362133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/3719443512370362133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/3719443512370362133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2007/06/scapegoat.html' title='scapegoat'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-8026725656562875765</id><published>2007-06-11T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:46:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now, whenever i close my eyes, i think of the bad things that have been happening to me.... and whenever i open them i don't know what to do.... fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-8026725656562875765?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8026725656562875765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=8026725656562875765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/8026725656562875765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/8026725656562875765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-whenever-i-close-my-eyes-i-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-9042494476616102024</id><published>2007-06-02T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:59:04.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a witness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yttA7ZBQRPA/RmDarH3Yy5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXnBv6buhZg/s1600-h/lebron1_600_070601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071293614799768466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yttA7ZBQRPA/RmDarH3Yy5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXnBv6buhZg/s400/lebron1_600_070601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 more game and the king will debut in the finals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-9042494476616102024?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9042494476616102024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=9042494476616102024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/9042494476616102024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/9042494476616102024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-witness.html' title='i&apos;m a witness'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yttA7ZBQRPA/RmDarH3Yy5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXnBv6buhZg/s72-c/lebron1_600_070601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-2952685500451995371</id><published>2007-04-25T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T07:51:52.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tipping Point</title><content type='html'>Does it ever come a point in your life that you are just waiting to burst out or explode, not just due to the extreme heat, but because of the fucked up things that is happening around you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-2952685500451995371?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-1754817879839192324</id><published>2006-12-26T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:17:55.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked up karma</title><content type='html'>sometimes i think that every bad thing that happens to me and to someone close to me is a result from the bad things that i've done in the past.&lt;br /&gt;like karma is out to get me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-1754817879839192324?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1754817879839192324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=1754817879839192324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/1754817879839192324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/1754817879839192324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/12/fucked-up-karma.html' title='fucked up karma'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-3418686106568139251</id><published>2006-12-09T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:42:52.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wandering around'/><title type='text'>hope nobody gets offended</title><content type='html'>i thought of this while riding the MRT to work....&lt;br /&gt;there is a very vast similarity between a newspaper and the womans breasts.&lt;br /&gt;that whenever they are very near you....&lt;br /&gt;you tend to stare, look and read it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-3418686106568139251?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3418686106568139251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=3418686106568139251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/3418686106568139251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/3418686106568139251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/12/hope-nobody-gets-offended.html' title='hope nobody gets offended'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-346154003299241928</id><published>2006-11-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T20:53:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 much</title><content type='html'>why is it that too much of anything can be so harmful?&lt;br /&gt;too much alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;too much  sun...&lt;br /&gt;too much water...&lt;br /&gt;too much exercise...&lt;br /&gt;too much stretching...&lt;br /&gt;too much food...&lt;br /&gt;too much protein...&lt;br /&gt;too much TV...&lt;br /&gt;too much time on the computer...&lt;br /&gt;too much studying...&lt;br /&gt;too much reading...&lt;br /&gt;too much thinking...&lt;br /&gt;too much stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... this is just too much&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/8580847-346154003299241928?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/346154003299241928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=346154003299241928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/346154003299241928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/346154003299241928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-much.html' title='2 much'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-115812835401639604</id><published>2006-09-13T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:24.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Blue Eyes - The Who</title><content type='html'>No one knows what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be the bad man&lt;br /&gt;To be the sad man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind blue eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be hated&lt;br /&gt;To be fated&lt;br /&gt;To telling only lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams&lt;br /&gt;They aren't as empty&lt;br /&gt;As my conscience seems to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hours, only lonely&lt;br /&gt;My love is vengeance&lt;br /&gt;That's never free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To feel these feelings&lt;br /&gt;Like I do&lt;br /&gt;And I blame you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one bites back as hard&lt;br /&gt;On their anger&lt;br /&gt;None of my pain and woe&lt;br /&gt;Can show through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams&lt;br /&gt;They aren't as empty&lt;br /&gt;As my conscience seems to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hours, only lonely&lt;br /&gt;My love is vengeance&lt;br /&gt;That's never free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my fist clenches, crack it open&lt;br /&gt;Before I use it and lose my cool&lt;br /&gt;When I smile, tell me some bad news&lt;br /&gt;Before I laugh and act like a fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I swallow anything evil&lt;br /&gt;Put your finger down my throat&lt;br /&gt;If I shiver, please give me a blanket&lt;br /&gt;Keep me warm, let me wear your coat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be the bad man&lt;br /&gt;To be the sad man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind blue eyes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-115812835401639604?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115812835401639604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=115812835401639604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115812835401639604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115812835401639604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/09/behind-blue-eyes-who.html' title='Behind Blue Eyes - The Who'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-115656994649133920</id><published>2006-08-26T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:24.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25731</title><content type='html'>Don't you just wish that life is like a video game?&lt;br /&gt;That you can just restart when you make a bad decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/25731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto0px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/25731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-115656994649133920?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115656994649133920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=115656994649133920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115656994649133920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115656994649133920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/08/25731.html' title='25731'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-115363038155595451</id><published>2006-07-23T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:24.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Words</title><content type='html'>HOPE is ONE big word that I must use in order to go through my bummed out life&lt;br /&gt;FAITH is another, that the BIG GUY up there might give me a little boost for strength&lt;br /&gt;Yet a couple of days ago, someone very close to me gave a piece of paper with a word to research in the internet... &lt;br /&gt;Then as I googled it up, another big fucking word came up on my screen&lt;br /&gt;Then I immediately went back searching for HOPE and FAITH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-115363038155595451?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115363038155595451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=115363038155595451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115363038155595451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115363038155595451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/07/big-words.html' title='Big Words'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-115132002103991089</id><published>2006-06-26T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:24.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"THE" Conversation</title><content type='html'>Me: What school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: "THE Ateneo De Manila University!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yeah... cool!&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: You?&lt;br /&gt;Me: "THE"... LSU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! Astig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-115132002103991089?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115132002103991089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=115132002103991089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115132002103991089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115132002103991089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/06/conversation.html' title='&quot;THE&quot; Conversation'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-115052361649129302</id><published>2006-06-17T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:24.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends went to Dish in ABS-CBN last night to watch&lt;br /&gt;Mayonnaise Video launch of their new track "Panaginip" for their second album&lt;br /&gt;Then came out of nowhere this local female television artist from the "Kapuso" network&lt;br /&gt;with this guy to give a few reminders and announcements to the audience.  &lt;br /&gt;She was definitely not herself and looked wasted...&lt;br /&gt;Then at one point she gave this amazing comment; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These are great bands and they could sing stuff from like the 70's, 80's 90's....&lt;br /&gt;and uhhmmm... the 20th Century"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-115052361649129302?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115052361649129302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=115052361649129302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115052361649129302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115052361649129302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-made-me-laugh-me-and-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-115019357220804706</id><published>2006-06-13T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:24.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oboB</title><content type='html'>tangina nabobobo na ata me&lt;br /&gt;parang i'm not sanay na in writing sa paper&lt;br /&gt;may test ako kanina na madali lang pero nde ko natapos&lt;br /&gt;hindot naman sa imo o! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay....&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, i'm considering this Somewhat a reality check for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-115019357220804706?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115019357220804706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=115019357220804706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115019357220804706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/115019357220804706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/06/obob.html' title='oboB'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114913644046705913</id><published>2006-06-06T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DaMien vs Da Vinci</title><content type='html'>Don't you think religious groups should rather focus on banning &lt;br /&gt;the showing of The OMEN rather than The Da Vinci Code?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/omen.h4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/omen.h4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Yeah! Damien Rules! \m/ 666!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114913644046705913?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114913644046705913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114913644046705913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114913644046705913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114913644046705913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/06/damien-vs-da-vinci.html' title='DaMien vs Da Vinci'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114758379704714278</id><published>2006-05-14T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:23.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>responsibiliDAD</title><content type='html'>Now i'm feeling a lot of pressure from being jobless&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my dad is suddenly thinking that I'm a worthless parasite in the house&lt;br /&gt;and in the past couple of weeks, he has been giving me lectures on responsibility... &lt;br /&gt;and that I don't have a fucking clue on what it means&lt;br /&gt;It's like all my hard work in college was a load of crap when he is giving me those lectures.&lt;br /&gt;and I feel like shit.... and it's not just because i'm hung over... FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114758379704714278?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114758379704714278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114758379704714278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114758379704714278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114758379704714278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/05/responsibilidad.html' title='responsibiliDAD'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114673514076344770</id><published>2006-05-04T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:23.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow Down To The King</title><content type='html'>His second game winning shot in his first career playoff series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/Lebron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/Lebron.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/img9416020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/img9416020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are ALL Fucking Witnesses!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114673514076344770?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114673514076344770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114673514076344770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114673514076344770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114673514076344770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/05/bow-down-to-king.html' title='Bow Down To The King'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114587634933220982</id><published>2006-04-24T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:23.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from the beach and I learned something&lt;br /&gt;That you can do (and will do) anything if someone tells you &lt;br /&gt;"Wala naman pasok bukas e"&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;"Matanda ka na"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114587634933220982?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114587634933220982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114587634933220982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114587634933220982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114587634933220982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-got-back-from-beach-and-i-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114508991791602736</id><published>2006-04-15T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:23.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Weak</title><content type='html'>This week is a time of sacrifice and reflection.&lt;br /&gt;But instead of doing that, I got drunk and wasted almost everynight&lt;br /&gt;Then by the time I got some decent sleep... at around 3pm of Good Friday, The time JC died,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of like going into a relaxed and tranced state of slumber&lt;br /&gt;I felt weak...&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light go out and came darkness...&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt myself falling&lt;br /&gt;falling downwards and downwards...&lt;br /&gt;I then had hard time breathing...&lt;br /&gt;using all my strength to gasp for air...&lt;br /&gt;then from that moment, i thought all is lost...&lt;br /&gt;i thought it's the END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my eyes opened at around 8 in the evening...&lt;br /&gt;sweating and my heart pulputating...&lt;br /&gt;Then i can't sleep till 7 in the morning of Black Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114508991791602736?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114508991791602736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114508991791602736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114508991791602736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114508991791602736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-weak.html' title='Holy Weak'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114509224185676094</id><published>2006-04-15T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:23.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M - V - P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/img9351940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/img9351940.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/img9274569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/img9274569.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be fucking pissed if the NBA won't give the MVP to Lebron or Kobe this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114509224185676094?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114509224185676094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114509224185676094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114509224185676094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114509224185676094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/04/m-v-p.html' title='M - V - P'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114383806314051722</id><published>2006-04-01T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:23.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batch 2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/1ecc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/1ecc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been six years since we graduated from high school.&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out with a lot of dreams and ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that by this time I would be all good and financially independent and stable.&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I failed myself.&lt;br /&gt;I wasted a lot of time and effort that eluded me from my goal&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! &lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to find something productive to do and get my lazy ass of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to focus, set my priorities and think about my future.&lt;br /&gt;Damn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114383806314051722?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114383806314051722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114383806314051722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114383806314051722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114383806314051722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/04/batch-2000.html' title='Batch 2000'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114360374820076725</id><published>2006-03-29T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:23.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/fukitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/fukitol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114360374820076725?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114360374820076725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114360374820076725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114360374820076725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114360374820076725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114334974026615368</id><published>2006-03-26T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:23.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noontime Shows</title><content type='html'>There's this thing that I don't get with our variety or noontime shows,&lt;br /&gt;it's when they invite bands over to sing, &lt;br /&gt;then some "pretty" artist just happens to sing along with them &lt;br /&gt;that somehow destroys the quality of the song.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but they COULD just let the fucking bands sing and do their thing.... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sa libu-libong nakatunganga&lt;br /&gt;Kami lang ang inyong pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;Tumutok na bawat tanghali&lt;br /&gt;Wag na wag na kayong babawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumunod ka na lang sa uso&lt;br /&gt;E ano kung hinde bagay sa yo?&lt;br /&gt;Sambahin ang mga artista&lt;br /&gt;Sundan ang bawat kilos nila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasgasin mga lumang plaka&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito na lang ang masa&lt;br /&gt;Ganito dapat pumorma&lt;br /&gt;Para magmukhang artista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito dapat ang kulay&lt;br /&gt;Para umunlad ang buhay&lt;br /&gt;Ganito dapat ang banda&lt;br /&gt;Pagkanta may epal na artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;--- Theme From Noontime Show by The Itchyworms&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/8580847-114334974026615368?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114334974026615368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114334974026615368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114334974026615368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114334974026615368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/noontime-shows.html' title='Noontime Shows'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114320133711616272</id><published>2006-03-24T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:23.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just some random thoughts:</title><content type='html'>different kinds of flowers, insomnia, chess, football, NBA, poker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel another crisis is at hand... shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114320133711616272?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114320133711616272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114320133711616272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-some-random-thoughts.html' title='just some random thoughts:'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114204982265881935</id><published>2006-03-11T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:22.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypothetical question</title><content type='html'>What if hypothetically you met a really weird person a couple of months ago...&lt;br /&gt;and this weird person kept on telling stories about &lt;br /&gt;the gangsta life in the U S of A&lt;br /&gt;stuff that you would only see in the movies or on TV&lt;br /&gt;then hypothetically this person happens to end up in your daily newspaper, when you scanned through it...&lt;br /&gt;but not in the "I'm proud of you" sections of the paper,&lt;br /&gt;but rather in the "What the Fuck?!" sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my part,&lt;br /&gt;I think the person just proved to the people on how GANGSTA he is.&lt;br /&gt;And it showed me that people can be as insane, as you see in TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114204982265881935?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114204982265881935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114204982265881935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114204982265881935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114204982265881935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/hypothetical-question.html' title='Hypothetical question'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114103421948601915</id><published>2006-02-27T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:22.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>86' Remix</title><content type='html'>Another tumultuous time has come at the the helm of us Filipino's.  &lt;br /&gt;Rallies everywhere and opposition groups are definitely having a frenzy using this as a tool to converge and think of a way to oust the president.  &lt;br /&gt;And now, people are feeling another EDSA revolution is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...&lt;br /&gt;There would definitely be traffic in EDSA...but the people would not use their cars&lt;br /&gt;or other means of transportation.  They will gather in one of the busiest paths in the country and scream their lungs out for whatever cause they want.&lt;br /&gt;20 years has passed since EDSA 1, some of the key movers and leaders of that time still head a very strong group of loyalists that have the capacity and power of overthrowing a government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Ja Vu all over again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that THE 1986 EDSA Revolution was over rated&lt;br /&gt;It definitely helped our country in the past&lt;br /&gt;But it is somewhat destroying the logic and thought of the Filipino's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote, EDSA I, oust, Vote, EDSAII, oust, Vote....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we Filipino's have the same drive of helping one another with the drive we &lt;br /&gt;have in conveging in EDSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I as of the moment, don't have a clue on where I stand because i'm so fucking confused on what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that we can all get through this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114103421948601915?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114103421948601915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114103421948601915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114103421948601915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114103421948601915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/86-remix.html' title='86&apos; Remix'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-114035361537932350</id><published>2006-02-19T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:22.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was in College.....</title><content type='html'>Okay this is a little overdue, but here is one of my most memorable College experience.&lt;br /&gt;I won't go with the simple cliché like smoking in agno, beach, parking lots, LG..., &lt;br /&gt;laughing with your blockmates in the classroom, accidentally blowing the fusebox of a tv set while doing a report,&lt;br /&gt;almost destroying the drilling machine,Or the hard days during thesis, &lt;br /&gt;but i'd rather go with a really bad experience I had with another student...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was making up for my last hour of community service for RELSFOR in the second floor of the&lt;br /&gt;SPS building, we were making posters for the upcoming presedential elections...&lt;br /&gt;everything was going well, I was with 2 of my blockmates...&lt;br /&gt;we were cutting pictures of Raul Roco and Ping Lacson and gluing them in manila paper..&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, a voice just came out of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl sitting in one of the tables and looking suspiciously unpleasant... then she said,&lt;br /&gt;"Siguro mga ENG kayo noh..."&lt;br /&gt;I just stared at my two blockmates then looked at her... then with a smirk on my face, told in a very&lt;br /&gt;sarcastic tone...&lt;br /&gt;"Hanep! Paano mo naman nasabi yun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said... "Baka mamaya pag sinabi ko, magalit kayo sakin e..."&lt;br /&gt;Then I said "Hanep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! I could really formulate that she was having a bad day and that she was just pissing everybody for them&lt;br /&gt;to reach to her level... but come on...&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty fucking low blow...&lt;br /&gt;Before, I would have blacked out and told her to shut the fuck up because she looks more like a guy than us &lt;br /&gt;(which is true haha)&lt;br /&gt;and not to fucking piss somebody who has a pair of scissors in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just figured, it's not worth the fight, i've dealt things in worse situations, and that this would be easy,&lt;br /&gt;she would have cried the hell out if I did that and made her look very bad.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't and just laughed with my blockmates after the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-114035361537932350?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114035361537932350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=114035361537932350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114035361537932350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/114035361537932350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-i-was-in-college.html' title='When I was in College.....'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113961050162343505</id><published>2006-02-11T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:22.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>Being Twenty Four:&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;I can now count my age for each hour of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113961050162343505?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113961050162343505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113961050162343505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113961050162343505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113961050162343505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113929695397932422</id><published>2006-02-07T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:22.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Casualties of Poverty</title><content type='html'>Since I studied engineering, I have this thing with numbers;&lt;br /&gt;Now the first three numbers in the multiplication table of 2 has a meaning for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  4  6&lt;br /&gt;02/04/06&lt;br /&gt;February 4, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/imageXAF11302040518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/imageXAF11302040518.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73 dead and hundreds injured&lt;br /&gt;Lets remember it and pray for them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113929695397932422?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113929695397932422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113929695397932422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113929695397932422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113929695397932422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/casualties-of-poverty.html' title='The Casualties of Poverty'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113890704053410381</id><published>2006-02-03T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:22.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Lies</title><content type='html'>After watching the COMPLETE Season 1 DVD of House M.D. (in two fucking boring days)&lt;br /&gt;it made me think... &lt;br /&gt;made me think if his perception of the human nature is right...&lt;br /&gt;that everybody lies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me think of the people around me&lt;br /&gt;whether they like me or they are just pretending to like me and just talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird but somehow the whole concept of lying is normal...&lt;br /&gt;House is absolutely right&lt;br /&gt;Everybody DO Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lie to our parents, friends, loved ones, boss, teachers, security guards, sales ladies...&lt;br /&gt;people lie about their age, stature, opinion, school, grades, likes, dislikes...&lt;br /&gt;and most of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People lie about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad, but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have you lied lately? &lt;br /&gt;I know I have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113890704053410381?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113890704053410381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113890704053410381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113890704053410381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113890704053410381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/everybody-lies.html' title='Everybody Lies'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113787313084398418</id><published>2006-01-22T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:22.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After I lost count of the bottles...&lt;br /&gt;I'm already a little tipsy...&lt;br /&gt;but I still don't think it's enough...&lt;br /&gt;I need more alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget something...&lt;br /&gt;I ask "why?"; but I know the answer...&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it...&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113787313084398418?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113787313084398418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113787313084398418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113787313084398418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113787313084398418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/after-i-lost-count-of-bottles.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113723446113140636</id><published>2006-01-14T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:22.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT XING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/black_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/200/black_cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's this incident a couple of years ago when I was driving, &lt;br /&gt;I saw a BLACK cat on the road... so in my part, due to the superstition that if the &lt;br /&gt;BLACK cat crossed the street it will cause me bad luck, &lt;br /&gt;so I pressed the gas pedal for my car to accelerate before the cat can cross... &lt;br /&gt;vrooom! &lt;br /&gt;Then I smiled becuase I was successful in avoiding the cat...&lt;br /&gt;But just on other block when i turned i suddenly hit something... &lt;br /&gt;when I looked at my sideview mirror... &lt;br /&gt;Shit!&lt;br /&gt;I just hit a WHITE cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I never fucking believed in that stupid superstition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113723446113140636?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113723446113140636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113723446113140636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113723446113140636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113723446113140636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/cat-xing.html' title='CAT XING'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113682930653128436</id><published>2006-01-10T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:22.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just thought of something and I hope nobody gets offended...&lt;br /&gt;I think you guys should all mark your calendars&lt;br /&gt;on the sixth of june this year.&lt;br /&gt;Because it will read:&lt;br /&gt;   June 6, 2006&lt;br /&gt;   06-06-06&lt;br /&gt;   666!&lt;br /&gt;   six! six! six!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaa! SATAN! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I just don't know how these things pop up in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113682930653128436?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113682930653128436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113682930653128436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113682930653128436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113682930653128436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-thought-of-something-and-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113675203202660892</id><published>2006-01-09T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:21.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/da_vinci_code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/da_vinci_code.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try watching the movie trailers before the film&lt;br /&gt;and you can catch the trailer of The Da Vinci Code... &lt;br /&gt;It got me all pumped up and I can't wait for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;It's great to see Tom Hanks as Robert Langdon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and the movie was great too, the effects that they used on the&lt;br /&gt;lion was spectacular, i think they used a Jimmy Henson puppet and CGI...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113675203202660892?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113675203202660892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113675203202660892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113675203202660892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113675203202660892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/chronicles-of-narnia-lion-witch-and.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113669004804196520</id><published>2006-01-08T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:21.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NBA Predictions</title><content type='html'>Here are my predictions on what will happen in the NBA this season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/nash_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/nash_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come the all star game, the MVP will be Steve Nash with about sixty assists.... haha&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought Steve Nash was the lamest MVP ever, because I thought they ought to give Kidd one before him and that he is just a reincarnation of John Stockton with bigger shorts.  But from what he is doing to Phoenix this year, he is proving me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the playoffs:&lt;br /&gt;the matchups in the west will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Round:&lt;br /&gt;Since the Timberwolves are playing so poorly, I think the Nuggets will top their division, so the Twolves will go down as the team to match up with the Spurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Spurs vs 8.Timberwolves&lt;br /&gt;4.Mavericks vs. 5. Grizzlies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuggets and Lakers.... Kobe being "Booed!"... but then Kobe producing around 40 per&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Nuggets vs. 6. Lakers&lt;br /&gt;2.Suns vs 7. Clippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd ROund&lt;br /&gt;I picked the Lakers and Clippers to battle the 2nd round, because it's one hell of a series... &lt;br /&gt;the battle of Los Angeles!  Think about it, no one can chant "BEAT LA" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Spurs vs. 4.Mavericks&lt;br /&gt;6.Lakers vs. 7.Clippers&lt;br /&gt;Conference Finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/174838_480_art_R0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/174838_480_art_R0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done, even though you don't like Kobe, &lt;br /&gt;he is still Kobe...(remember the 62 in 3 quarters) So I picked the Lake show to be in the conference finals&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't say that they would win....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Spurs vs 6.Lakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the matchups in the East will be:&lt;br /&gt;1st Round&lt;br /&gt;We are just waiting on what the Pacers are gonna do with Ron Artest, but most probably they'll get a good deal &lt;br /&gt;out of him so I placed them to have home court advantage over the cavs.&lt;br /&gt;And well the Pistons... i think they'll get a record of about (68-14) They'll lose in the later part of the season to rest their starters for the start of the playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;And another reason is that I don't want them to beat the 72-10 record of the 96' Chicago team.&lt;br /&gt;1.Pistons vs 8.Wizards&lt;br /&gt;4.Pacers vs. 5.Cavaliers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Nets vs. 6.Bucks &lt;br /&gt;2.Heat vs 7.Sixers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd ROund&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything against the Heat or anything, but I don't think they got the legs to&lt;br /&gt;go through the season and the playoffs... so i'm picking the tandem of AI (allen iverson not andre igoudala) and&lt;br /&gt;CWebb over them.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, since the only guy stopping Lebron is gone for the Pacers( Ron Artest)&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland will prevail...&lt;br /&gt;1.Pistons vs. 5.Cavaliers&lt;br /&gt;3.Nets vs. 7.Sixers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference Finals&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, whoever they face, the Pistons will win.&lt;br /&gt;1.Pistons vs 2.Nets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Finals &lt;br /&gt;Pistons will win against the Spurs in 6 games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Awards:&lt;br /&gt;Coach of the Year: For what he did to the clips this season&lt;br /&gt;Mike Dunleavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MVP&lt;br /&gt;Billups has a good shot...&lt;br /&gt;Ben Wallace is a shoe in for the Defensive Player of the Year;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Duncan... well he is still Tim Duncan but he got too much already;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Nash got the trophy last year;&lt;br /&gt;so lets just give the award to the new KING in the NBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/2leb402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/2leb402.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MVP:&lt;br /&gt;Lebron James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL NBA 1st Team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton Brand&lt;br /&gt;Duncan&lt;br /&gt;King James&lt;br /&gt;Billups&lt;br /&gt;Steve Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honorable mention: AI, Kobe, Marcus Camby, Big Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/AADV031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/AADV031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defensive Player of the Year:&lt;br /&gt;Ben Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All NBA Defensive Team:&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben&lt;br /&gt;Tim Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Teyshaun Prince&lt;br /&gt;Dwyane Wade&lt;br /&gt;Billups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rookie of the Year:&lt;br /&gt;No doubt - Chris Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: These are just my predictions and I just want to see how many will be accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113669004804196520?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113669004804196520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113669004804196520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113669004804196520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113669004804196520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-nba-predictions.html' title='MY NBA Predictions'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113624860178177906</id><published>2006-01-03T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:21.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of the Painting of the Last Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/1600/leo_last_supper_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2099/589/320/leo_last_supper_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people who were also drawn to the interesting facts of Da Vinci Code. This was not about the holy grail though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci, the noted Italian artist painted the Last Supper. It took seven years for him to complete it. The figures representing the twelve Apostles and Christ himself were painted from living persons. The life-model for the painting of the figure of Jesus was chosen first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was decided that Da Vinci would paint this great picture, hundreds and hundreds of young men were carefully viewed in an endeavor to find a face and personality exhibiting innocence and beauty, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;free from the scars and signs of dissipation caused by sin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after weeks of laborious search, a young man nineteen years of age was selected as a model for the portrayal of Christ. For six months Da Vinci worked on the production of this leading character of his famous painting. During the next six years Da Vinci continued his labors on this sublime work of art. One by one fitting persons were chosen to represent each of the eleven Apostles (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe 10 apostles and 1 for Mary Magdalene&lt;/span&gt;) -- with space being left for the painting of the figure representing Judas Iscariot as the final task of this masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Apostle, you remember, who betrayed his Lord for thirty pieces of silver. For weeks Da Vinci searched for a man with a hard, callous face, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;with a countenance marked by scars of avarice, deceit, hypocrisy, and crime. A face that would delineate a character who would betray his best friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many discouraging experiences in searching for the type of person required to represent Judas, word came to Da Vinci that a man whose appearance fully met his requirements had been found in a dungeon in Rome, sentenced to die for a life of crime and murder. Da Vinci made the trip to Rome at once, and this man was brought out from his imprisonment in the dungeon and led out into the light of the sun. There Da Vinci saw before him a dark, swarthy man his long shaggy and unkempt hair sprawled over his face, which betrayed a character of viciousness and complete ruin. At last the famous painter had found the person he wanted to represent the character of Judas in his painting. By special permission from the king, this prisoner was carried to Milan where the picture was being painted. For months he sat before Da Vinci at appointed hours each day as the gifted artist diligently continued his task of transmitting, to his painting, this base character representing the traitor and betrayer of our Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he finished his last stroke, he turned to the guards and said, I have finished. You may take the prisoner away. As the guards were leading their prisoner away, he suddenly broke loose from their control and rushed up to Da Vinci, crying as he did so, "Da Vinci, look at me. Do you not know who I am?" Da Vinci, with the trained eyes of a great character student, carefully scrutinized the man upon whose face he had constantly gazed for six months and replied, "No, I have never seen you in my life until you were brought before me out of the dungeon in Rome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, lifting his eyes toward heaven, the prisoner said, "Oh God, have I fallen so low?" Then turning his face to the painter he cried, "Leonardo Da Vinci, look at me again for I am the same man you painted just seven years ago as the figure of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I had goose bumps after reading this...&lt;br /&gt;But after googling it, I found out that this is just fiction, but still, the mere impression that the figure that he painted once as the CHRIST, is also the same figure he represented as the BETRAYER.   &lt;br /&gt;Damn... that really made me think.&lt;br /&gt;Just check out the site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/l/lastsupper.htm"&gt;http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/l/lastsupper.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113624860178177906?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113624860178177906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113624860178177906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113624860178177906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113624860178177906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/story-of-painting-of-last-supper.html' title='Story of the Painting of the Last Supper'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113609741192089086</id><published>2006-01-01T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:21.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>365 and a one fourth days have passed;&lt;br /&gt;all the smoke has cleared;&lt;br /&gt;but the smell is still there;&lt;br /&gt;the food has been eaten;&lt;br /&gt;your stomach is tucked out;&lt;br /&gt;all the SMS has been read;&lt;br /&gt;the mug for the beer is half full; &lt;br /&gt;feeling a little tipsy, but yet still fully alive;&lt;br /&gt;you stand still, while father time is moving a thousand times every time you blink;&lt;br /&gt;Another new years resolution will be written and promised to yourself;&lt;br /&gt;another will be forgotten;&lt;br /&gt;you will meet a lot of people this upcoming year;&lt;br /&gt;you will also miss a lot;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.... HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113609741192089086?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113609741192089086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113609741192089086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113609741192089086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113609741192089086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/365-and-one-fourth-days-have-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113531419571075548</id><published>2005-12-23T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:21.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Spirit</title><content type='html'>* All the guards in the gates has boxes in their hands and &lt;br /&gt;salutes to each and every car that passes by&lt;br /&gt;* People go to the Misa de gallo (dawn masses) to get a glimpse at people going there, and sleep after the gospel&lt;br /&gt;* The smell of freshly baked bibingka and putobumbong&lt;br /&gt;* Remembering who your ninong and ninang's are&lt;br /&gt;* The silliness at Christmas parties&lt;br /&gt;* The crisp peso bills&lt;br /&gt;* The "What will I get my girlfriend?" question &lt;br /&gt;* The fucking traffic.&lt;br /&gt;* Queso de bola&lt;br /&gt;* The End of the Year reports in the office&lt;br /&gt;* The unopened fruitcake in the ref&lt;br /&gt;* Highblood after eating too much lechon&lt;br /&gt;* The drunk relatives&lt;br /&gt;* The "Ang laki mo na..." statement in family reunions&lt;br /&gt;* People doing their last minute shopping&lt;br /&gt;* The fucking traffic&lt;br /&gt;* Chick......Boom!&lt;br /&gt;* Gluttony is not one of the 7 deadly sins&lt;br /&gt;* People turning their lights off at night to hide from the carolers&lt;br /&gt;* Your garbage being collected on time&lt;br /&gt;* The Metro Manila Filmfest&lt;br /&gt;* Nobody knows the meaning of "diet"&lt;br /&gt;* The new shoes on everyone but you&lt;br /&gt;* The countless Christmas songs on the radio&lt;br /&gt;* Sexy stars putting on santa claus outfits&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the things i've noticed... I'm not implementing that they are bad or anything&lt;br /&gt;but, all I can say is.....  Onli in the Filipins.  &lt;br /&gt;I just hope that we won't forget the true meaning of CHRISTmas.. &lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113531419571075548?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113531419571075548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113531419571075548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113531419571075548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113531419571075548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-spirit.html' title='The Holiday Spirit'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113508082918387315</id><published>2005-12-20T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Einstein was a patent office clerk.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Newton was director of the mint.&lt;br /&gt;Nikola Tesla was a ditch digger.&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Lee Whorf was a fire inspector.&lt;br /&gt;Will Rogers was a rope twirler.&lt;br /&gt;Ben Franklin was a printer.&lt;br /&gt;Peter was a fisherman.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew was a tax collector.&lt;br /&gt;Moses was a sheepherder.&lt;br /&gt;Krishna was a butter thief.&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed was a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;Thoreau was a pencil maker.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Paine was a girdle maker.&lt;br /&gt;Wilbur and Orville were bicycle mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;Joshua bar-Joseph, which is the real name of JESUS CHRIST, was a carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my next venture in life is to look for a job...  &lt;br /&gt;I think this will help me realize that the occupation of a person doesn't define his whole self and it will also help take out some of the pressure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113508082918387315?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113508082918387315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113508082918387315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113508082918387315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113508082918387315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/einstein-was-patent-office-clerk.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113405710866999798</id><published>2005-12-09T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:21.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While getting lost thru the music of Stone Temple Pilots and the words &lt;br /&gt;of Neil Gaimans "American Gods", &lt;br /&gt;I then wander to the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;the path of which there is no turning back, and the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I click on to the next track... I ask, &lt;br /&gt;What now? What's next for me?&lt;br /&gt;and then I say to myself... &lt;br /&gt;Shit! Do I have to answer now? Can it wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then "Big Empty" blasted in my speakers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113405710866999798?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113405710866999798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113405710866999798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113405710866999798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113405710866999798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/while-getting-lost-thru-music-of-stone.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113405468357389431</id><published>2005-12-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:21.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to greet my dad a&lt;br /&gt;Happy sixty ninth Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113405468357389431?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113405468357389431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113405468357389431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113405468357389431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113405468357389431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-want-to-greet-my-dad-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113335829598445059</id><published>2005-11-30T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:21.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it kind of weird that the theme of Pinoy Big Brother &lt;br /&gt;"Pinoy Ako" by Orange and Lemons, talks about how proud they are of being a Filipino &lt;br /&gt;where the fact is that they ripped the song out a British new wave band.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at all against Pinoy Big Brother or have anything against Orange and Lemons but..&lt;br /&gt;don't you think that it's so typical Pinoy?&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy ako... Pinoy tayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I wrote this post because I heard a song played 5 times in 5 different places in a span of 30 minutes! Maybe even less&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113335829598445059?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113335829598445059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113335829598445059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113335829598445059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113335829598445059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-it-kind-of-weird-that-theme-of_30.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113290585667053417</id><published>2005-11-25T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now to answer the question on my previous post&lt;br /&gt;Question: Does hard work pay off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Hell YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you LORD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113290585667053417?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113290585667053417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113290585667053417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113290585667053417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113290585667053417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-to-answer-question-on-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113222181079426914</id><published>2005-11-17T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:20.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question: Does hard work pay off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! I HOPE the answer is YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113222181079426914?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113222181079426914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113222181079426914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113222181079426914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113222181079426914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/question-does-hard-work-pay-off-fuck-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113162419734204793</id><published>2005-11-10T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:19.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake President?</title><content type='html'>There's this ongoing campaign that i heard which asks us Filipino's to link the PGMA website in the name of "Pekeng Pangulo".&lt;br /&gt;It is a really good campaign that encourages us to be active on the ongoing struggle of our country, but there's this question that keeps popping in my head...&lt;br /&gt;"Is there really a TRUE PRESIDENT?"&lt;br /&gt;Has there been a president that hasn't lied, cheated, or stole from the people?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113162419734204793?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113162419734204793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113162419734204793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113162419734204793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113162419734204793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/fake-president.html' title='Fake President?'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113091403508894568</id><published>2005-11-02T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:19.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As i was channel surfing, I then noticed the new format of &lt;br /&gt;Pilipinas Game Ka Na ba?&lt;br /&gt;In the first round when somebody answer's correctly, Kris Aquino then says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"May Tama Ka!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wondered who made her say that.... &lt;em&gt;May tama sya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113091403508894568?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113026313882265683</id><published>2005-10-26T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:19.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lord, &lt;br /&gt;please just help me overcome the obstacles around me; &lt;br /&gt;give me strength because i'm slacking;&lt;br /&gt;guide me so that I wouldn't go down the wrong path;&lt;br /&gt;let me see what I need to do;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you,&lt;br /&gt;because even though my problems won't go away,&lt;br /&gt;one by one, i'm slowly learning how to solve them.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113026313882265683?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113026313882265683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113026313882265683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113026313882265683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113026313882265683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/lord-please-just-help-me-overcome.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-113010825005440623</id><published>2005-10-24T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estimate: Half of iPod price is profit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.appleinsider.com/images/ipodvideoteardowns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.appleinsider.com/images/ipodvideoteardowns.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this article in  &lt;a href="http://www.therawfeed.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/joe_sison/Random/TheRawFeed.jpg" width="220" height="35" title="Techie Site"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-113010825005440623?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113010825005440623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=113010825005440623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113010825005440623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/113010825005440623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/estimate-half-of-ipod-price-is-profit.html' title='Estimate: Half of iPod price is profit'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/joe_sison/Random/th_TheRawFeed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112970074196447320</id><published>2005-10-19T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:19.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Rage!</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to the mall to buy some cd's.  But as i was about to turn left on the main road...&lt;br /&gt;about several dozen cops are there, and they are rerouting our way to the other side... &lt;br /&gt;then as i gazed up on the route... &lt;br /&gt;fuck! there's gonna be a chaos if I continue this way... &lt;br /&gt;so i just signaled left and was about to U turn... &lt;br /&gt;then all of the sudden a fucking van was speeding and just missed me..&lt;br /&gt;then he has this sudden urge to just smile and scratch his dumb ass head...&lt;br /&gt;so i slowed my car as i U turned so that i can get a better glimpse at him... &lt;br /&gt;then i opened my window and eventually gave him the finger with the combination of "Putangina mo! Muntikan nako dun gago kang putanginang ng putangina mo!"&lt;br /&gt;then he said "Ikaw pa nagmura" &lt;br /&gt;then i gave him another combo of the finger and a louder "PUTANGINA MO!"&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Stupid son of a bitch! &lt;br /&gt;Maybe he was lucky , I was about to release all my tension because of the sudden CRISIS that is happening to me... I was fucking ready to fight!&lt;br /&gt;but since there was about dozens of cops... it was a stupid way to go down.&lt;br /&gt;Tangina! Burat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112970074196447320?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112970074196447320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112970074196447320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112970074196447320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112970074196447320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/road-rage.html' title='Road Rage!'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112954320845165446</id><published>2005-10-17T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:19.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHIT! &lt;br /&gt;I hate it this time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;I'm experiencing another CRISIS in my life.....&lt;br /&gt;can't do anything but wait till it's over...&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find something else to do so that it won't affect me...&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112954320845165446?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112954320845165446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112954320845165446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112954320845165446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112954320845165446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/shit-i-hate-it-this-time-of-year-im.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112951229950759328</id><published>2005-10-17T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On reality shows</title><content type='html'>This is just my theory because of the sudden influx and popularity of reality shows on TV.&lt;br /&gt;That reality shows are really SCRIPTED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112951229950759328?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112951229950759328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112951229950759328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112951229950759328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112951229950759328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-reality-shows.html' title='On reality shows'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112870478444714422</id><published>2005-10-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question: What happened to me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I wasted my money, time and gas for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! &lt;br /&gt;I should have stayed at home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112870478444714422?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112870478444714422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112870478444714422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112870478444714422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112870478444714422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/question-what-happened-to-me-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112851146094960608</id><published>2005-10-05T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:19.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year One</title><content type='html'>365 days; &lt;br /&gt;8,760 hours; &lt;br /&gt;525,600 minutes; &lt;br /&gt;31,536,000 seconds;&lt;br /&gt;....have passed&lt;br /&gt;and yet here i'am&lt;br /&gt;in front of my computer &lt;br /&gt;typing, thinking, murmuring, confessing, confusing, penetrating, singing, ignoring, criticizing, drinking, and waiting&lt;br /&gt;waiting in whatever comes to my head to type on this post.&lt;br /&gt;Because i have nothing else to type but just state that it's been a year&lt;br /&gt;since i started this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112851146094960608?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112851146094960608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112851146094960608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112851146094960608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112851146094960608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/year-one.html' title='Year One'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112819892501346127</id><published>2005-10-02T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:19.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia ......</title><content type='html'>SHIT! &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112819892501346127?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112819892501346127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112819892501346127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112819892501346127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112819892501346127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia ......'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112715310279335581</id><published>2005-09-20T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:18.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had a thought... &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever realized that the motto of Mcdonald's in the country, instead of making it&lt;br /&gt;"Mahal ko to", they used "Love ko to"&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering on why they used taglish instead of Tagalog or Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;This just somehow shows the trend on how we see the Philippines today, &lt;br /&gt;lacking identity and making use of the Western culture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112715310279335581?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112715310279335581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112715310279335581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112715310279335581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112715310279335581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-had-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112662379786035238</id><published>2005-09-13T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:18.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired....</title><content type='html'>Fuck! I'm getting lazy .. &lt;br /&gt;since we're almost finished with our thesis, &lt;br /&gt;I basically have nothing to do than just party and get wasted... &lt;br /&gt;but i'm getting tired&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of lying in my bed the whole day watching DVD's, sound tripping, and downloading songs&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of going at night, drinking and doing whatever..&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of coming back home at dawn..&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of waking up at noon and eating alone..&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of getting wasted...&lt;br /&gt;but now here i am, it's the middle of the night, and it's fucking early for me&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm going out, because i know that even though &lt;br /&gt;i'm dead tired of doing these things...&lt;br /&gt;that i love it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112662379786035238?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112662379786035238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112662379786035238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112662379786035238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112662379786035238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/tired.html' title='tired....'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112632460800587236</id><published>2005-09-10T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:18.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's down to this&lt;br /&gt;I've got to make this life make sense&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell what I've done&lt;br /&gt;I miss the life&lt;br /&gt;I miss the colours of the world&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell where I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself&lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun&lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again&lt;br /&gt;Away from the sun again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over this&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of living in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone see me down here&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's gone&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to lift me up&lt;br /&gt;Back into the world I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now again I've found myself&lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun&lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun&lt;br /&gt;That shines to light the way for me&lt;br /&gt;To find my way back into the arms&lt;br /&gt;That care about the ones like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's down to this&lt;br /&gt;I've got to make this life make sense&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't tell what I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now again I've found myself&lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun&lt;br /&gt;That shines to light the way for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now again I've found myself&lt;br /&gt;So far down, away from the sun&lt;br /&gt;That shines into the darkest place&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun&lt;br /&gt;That shines to light the way for me&lt;br /&gt;To find my way back into the arms&lt;br /&gt;That care about the ones like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down, away from the sun again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "Away From The Sun" by 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!As I woke up this morning, &lt;br /&gt;this just kept on popping in my head....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112632460800587236?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112632460800587236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112632460800587236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.one.org/images/greybanner.jpg" width="300" height="45" title="Make Poverty History"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and join the fight against poverty!&lt;br /&gt;Also check out some of the links at my sidebar, you might find some of them interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112623766896955765?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112623766896955765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112623766896955765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112623766896955765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112623766896955765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-you-have-nothing-to-do-than-just.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112600575121329736</id><published>2005-09-06T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:18.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Something Out Of My Mind</title><content type='html'>Statistically, if you are saying that the whole or the majority of the people are against you, is that if you get the votes of more than half&lt;br /&gt;50% or more dramatically and convincingly around 70% to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;Now the current situation of the Philippines is somewhat amusing and disgusting at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;There are like mass rallies or different rallies here in Manila, they are all saying that Gloria should be&lt;br /&gt;impeached or that she should resign because the WHOLE Philippines wants her to resign.  But then again, &lt;br /&gt;can you really say that the WHOLE Philippines wants Gloria to resign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around a month ago, I was watching TV, it's one of the shows where you can see the opinions of other people around the country by their&lt;br /&gt;text messages.  A very funny but yet very significant message came to my attention.&lt;br /&gt;it says&lt;br /&gt;"Tama na yan gulo nyo dyan! Sa Maynila lang naman magulo e, pati kami dito naaapektuhan!"&lt;br /&gt;It just shows the fact that we are only seeing half the story.  We are only seeing what the people in Manila wants, not what people in the provinces or especially people from&lt;br /&gt;Mindanao.  This is a very critical thing since we need to get the vote of those people.  &lt;br /&gt;We are just seeing the noisy Manilenyos, and not the quiet Juan's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now another thing&lt;br /&gt;what is the difference between going through with the impeachment, and going through with the Parliamentary System?&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, in both cases, Gloria will still be ousted and not finish the six year term.&lt;br /&gt;So, why not take the Parliamentary system, since the present system of the Philippines suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just getting some of these things out of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112600575121329736?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112600575121329736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112600575121329736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112600575121329736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112600575121329736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-something-out-of-my-mind.html' title='Getting Something Out Of My Mind'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112589567775199413</id><published>2005-09-04T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3:07 p.m.</title><content type='html'>As my mini component blasted sounds of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rage Against The Machine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;i woke up and looked as the hands of the clock pointed at 3:07 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind is now absorbing the fact that we didn't make it, &lt;br /&gt;and we have to enrol the next term just to revise the limitations on the damn thing&lt;br /&gt;As I try to stand up and stretch, &lt;br /&gt;my body is feeling the effects of all the brutality it has endured this past weekend from the things we did last Friday, &lt;br /&gt;till we went straight to the beach at &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y274/joe_sison/Punta_Fuego/"&gt;Punta Fuego&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday, and i went straight to &lt;a href="http://www.saguijo.com"&gt;Saguijo&lt;/a&gt; when we got back to Manila on Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;So eventually, i only got around 2 hours sleep from Friday till Sunday early morning. &lt;br /&gt;Damn! It's very tiring but yet &lt;br /&gt;a fun, rewarding and a well deserved escape from the real world&lt;br /&gt;The ambiance of the beach just relaxed me, it made me forget my worries and problems,(especially the fucking thesis) &lt;br /&gt;The sound when I hear the water splash by the rocks, &lt;br /&gt;the taste when I sipped the thirst quenching beverage of San Miguel, &lt;br /&gt;the feel when i walk on the sand, &lt;br /&gt;the spin while I toss the frisbee to my friends, &lt;br /&gt;the fall while learning how to skim board,&lt;br /&gt;and the buzz while i drank more.....&lt;br /&gt;it's such an addictive feeling and I wished time would just stay still....&lt;br /&gt;But now, the feeling is over, and i'm already awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112589567775199413?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112589567775199413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112589567775199413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112589567775199413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112589567775199413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/307-pm.html' title='3:07 p.m.'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112524288997646665</id><published>2005-08-28T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:18.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Fantasy</title><content type='html'>Went to saguijo bar last night with my good friend marcus for the Admit One night (Sugarfree, Twisted Halo, Happy Meals, Cambio, Sandwich)&lt;br /&gt;It was also Sugarfree's sixth aniversary, so eventully it became a very sugarfree night.  &lt;br /&gt;As i opened the door, flowing music just vibrated my eardrums and dozens of people are now like&lt;br /&gt;tranced by the music of sandwich as they are staring at the singer and head banging from the beat of the drummer.&lt;br /&gt;then i went directly to the bar to use my drink stub to get a nice cold bottle of &lt;br /&gt;San Miguel Pale Pilsen.&lt;br /&gt;I sipped it... and damn the beer was good.&lt;br /&gt;As i sipped three more times, i talked to marcus if i can use his drink stub, since he is not drinking, to get me another one of that great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of not thinking of what to do next but just to drink, listen to music, and make fun of stoned people walking by.&lt;br /&gt;As the night went on, i lost count of the beer, the people started walking out the door. I then walked outside to get one last smell.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home. I took a bath and brushed my teeth, then slept.&lt;br /&gt;As I opened my eyes, it's already 1pm.  &lt;br /&gt;Time to wake up and go back to the reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112524288997646665?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112524288997646665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112524288997646665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112524288997646665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112524288997646665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/trip-to-fantasy.html' title='Trip to Fantasy'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112514042570302175</id><published>2005-08-27T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:18.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell's Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Fuck! &lt;br /&gt;This may be, to date, one of the most stressful and pressure packed week in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anything that i can compare to what is happening to me now.&lt;br /&gt;This experience will then determine my downfall or my legacy.&lt;br /&gt;After this experience, i think I CAN DO ANYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, we worked nonstop from Thursday 4pm till Friday 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;When i said nonstop - it literally means nonstop, maybe a break just to eat and drink but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;There's about two days left, as i'm publishing this blog, to the deadline.  &lt;br /&gt;And yet the prototype is still ain't fucking working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am, my mind is getting drained and depressed while listening to chilled out music of Hed Kandi and D'sound visavis the rock psychedelic tunes of Radiohead, P.O.T.,The Killers, Pedicab, and Oasis &lt;br /&gt;just to keep me up and going and to remind me that it's a Sabado Night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go out Joe and have a good time, because tomorrow, hell will be all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from all the pressure and obstacles that have come throughout this week, i said to myself that if there's a chance, i will take it.  Even if i don't succeed,as long as i know&lt;br /&gt;that i gave everthing i got just to beat the odds and to overcome the pressure i'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last two minutes,  we are in the red zone,the bottom of the ninth, i'm at the bat with two strikes-3 balls-and 2 outs, &lt;br /&gt;as the saying goes  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"if you can't handle the pressure, just get out of the kitchen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, i won't... &lt;br /&gt;fuck the pressure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112514042570302175?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112514042570302175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112514042570302175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112514042570302175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112514042570302175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/hells-kitchen.html' title='Hell&apos;s Kitchen'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112384169440506360</id><published>2005-08-12T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:18.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven....</title><content type='html'>This came from &lt;a href="http://superwonderwomanruss.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="superwonderwomanruss"&gt;Russ'&lt;/a&gt; blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seven "things" that scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. losing someone i love&lt;br /&gt;2. Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;3. flying cochroach inside bathroom (wala kasi pamalo)&lt;br /&gt;4. Not being able to wake up&lt;br /&gt;5. Dogs chasing me&lt;br /&gt;6. Not finishing my thesis (Fuck! sana matapos na!)&lt;br /&gt;7. The future......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seven "things" that i like most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;2. Pusit &lt;br /&gt;3. Drinking&lt;br /&gt;4. Beach&lt;br /&gt;5. Shrimps &lt;br /&gt;6. Cars&lt;br /&gt;7. DVD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seven important things in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Television&lt;br /&gt;2. Computer&lt;br /&gt;3. Mini-Component&lt;br /&gt;4. Playstation 2&lt;br /&gt;5. DVD Player&lt;br /&gt;6. Clothes&lt;br /&gt;7. Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seven things i plan to do before i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skydyving&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss my son/daughter farewell (hehe keso)&lt;br /&gt;3. Impeach a president&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive an ENZO Ferrari&lt;br /&gt;5. Write a book / Make a film&lt;br /&gt;6. Win a nobel prize&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch an NBA Finals Game Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seven things that i cant do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Say bad things about my parents&lt;br /&gt;2. Ignore a friend in need&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a cheessy CD (like Hale)&lt;br /&gt;4. Kill a person&lt;br /&gt;5. Betray my friends&lt;br /&gt;6. Drink gasoline&lt;br /&gt;7. Burn a house down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seven things that i say the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hanep!&lt;br /&gt;2. Astig! &lt;br /&gt;3. Okay Ka!&lt;br /&gt;4. Ayos lang&lt;br /&gt;5. Sige&lt;br /&gt;6. i love.... (Hindi loko lang) ----- &gt; P!*@ng ina mo ka!&lt;br /&gt;7. There comes a time in a mans life......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112384169440506360?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112384169440506360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112384169440506360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112384169440506360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112384169440506360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/seven.html' title='Seven....'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112376677028452173</id><published>2005-08-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:18.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections from a Funeral</title><content type='html'>As we buried my uncle this afternoon, heavy rain showered us and magnified the effect on how a funeral and a family loss can be so sad.  It was like the funeral scene of Daredevil where everyone was holding an umbrella.  The moment was just so sad that all of my friends and relatives were crying or had a tear in their eye.  So as I gazed upon all the people, I saw my dad... maybe for the first time in my life, I saw him really sad.  &lt;br /&gt;It made me think because I know from all the relatives we had, I know he despised or that he wasn't fond of my uncle... so there has to be a deeper reason on why he is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came to realize that he was sad because he knew that he was older than my uncle and that he is now getting the feeling that somewhere down the line, he might be next.  I saw it in his eyes, he knows that before my uncle died, my uncle was a younger and stronger man, but yet here he is.  Lying in a casket waiting to be thrown by flowers and waiting to be covered by dirt.  &lt;br /&gt;Damn! I hate to even think about it but it's the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112376677028452173?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112376677028452173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112376677028452173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112376677028452173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112376677028452173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/reflections-from-funeral.html' title='Reflections from a Funeral'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112340154613213210</id><published>2005-08-07T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:18.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to the current political crisis in the country, i think it's better to post political opinions by veteran analysts rather than post things about how wasted or how drunk i got during the weekend..... &lt;br /&gt;and also since i don't remember what i did this past week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By Randy David&lt;br /&gt;Inquirer News Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE tend to think of change as something to achieve&lt;br /&gt;rather than as something to recognize. We talk of&lt;br /&gt;effecting changes in our value system or in the&lt;br /&gt;structure of our society-little suspecting that the&lt;br /&gt;seeds of such changes have already been sown. It is my&lt;br /&gt;contention here that the continuing crisis in our&lt;br /&gt;national life may be no more than the symptom of the&lt;br /&gt;stresses created by uncoordinated changes that have&lt;br /&gt;taken place over many years in various spheres of our&lt;br /&gt;society. We only need to read the signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Culture," says the anthropologist Clifford Geertz,&lt;br /&gt;"moves rather like an octopus-not all at once in a&lt;br /&gt;smoothly coordinated synergy of parts, a massive&lt;br /&gt;co-action of the whole, but by disjointed movements of&lt;br /&gt;this part, then that, and now the other, which somehow&lt;br /&gt;cumulate to directional change." What Geertz notes&lt;br /&gt;about cultures may as well apply to entire societal&lt;br /&gt;systems. Their various parts move in unplanned ways&lt;br /&gt;over time, without taking the whole mass with them as&lt;br /&gt;they head in one or other direction. The impulses&lt;br /&gt;toward change may come from any part, and their effect&lt;br /&gt;on the whole system is largely unpredictable. Some&lt;br /&gt;impulses are more consequential than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her last State of the Nation Address, President&lt;br /&gt;Macapagal-Arroyo appeared to be guided by some version&lt;br /&gt;of this theory when she said that the nation's&lt;br /&gt;political system has lagged behind its economic&lt;br /&gt;system. She argued that our political problems are the&lt;br /&gt;outcomes of an outmoded presidential and unitary&lt;br /&gt;system of government. We may change leaders, she says,&lt;br /&gt;but if we don't change the system, the outcomes will&lt;br /&gt;be the same. She paints herself as a victim, and&lt;br /&gt;blames the system for the dysfunctions of her&lt;br /&gt;administration. To her, the solution is simple: change&lt;br /&gt;the form of government to a federal parliamentary&lt;br /&gt;government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shift in perspective from persons to systems is&lt;br /&gt;not entirely wrong, and indeed, it is time we focused&lt;br /&gt;on systemic change. But Ms Arroyo's analysis is flawed&lt;br /&gt;in at least two ways. First, she does not really tell&lt;br /&gt;us what changes have taken place in our economic life&lt;br /&gt;that would support the claim of an impending economic&lt;br /&gt;take-off. Second, she explains the crisis of her&lt;br /&gt;presidency merely as the result of a stalemate between&lt;br /&gt;executive and legislative powers, of the gridlock&lt;br /&gt;between the two houses of Congress, and of the&lt;br /&gt;tendency to use people power to oust a president who&lt;br /&gt;has fallen out of favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These gridlocks may be real, but to project them as&lt;br /&gt;the causes of Ms Arroyo's failure as a leader is to&lt;br /&gt;tax the imagination. What have they got to do with the&lt;br /&gt;practices that have become the emblems of her&lt;br /&gt;presidency-the massive and organized electoral fraud,&lt;br /&gt;the conversion of public funds into campaign largesse,&lt;br /&gt;the deployment of the military and the police for&lt;br /&gt;partisan politics, and the distribution of choice&lt;br /&gt;positions in the public bureaucracy as political&lt;br /&gt;rewards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Arroyo may indeed be the child of a dysfunctional&lt;br /&gt;and obsolete political system. But this system is&lt;br /&gt;dysfunctional not in the sense that it blocks&lt;br /&gt;governance but in the sense that it serves only the&lt;br /&gt;interests of those who monopolize political and&lt;br /&gt;economic life. And it is obsolete not in the sense&lt;br /&gt;that it lags behind an imagined economic take-off, but&lt;br /&gt;in the sense that it cannot contain the new political&lt;br /&gt;consciousness that is emerging among our people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "dysfunction" has a precise meaning in the&lt;br /&gt;social sciences. It refers to outcomes that prevent&lt;br /&gt;the larger system from maintaining itself. A political&lt;br /&gt;system becomes dysfunctional when it can no longer set&lt;br /&gt;realizable goals and mobilize public effort toward&lt;br /&gt;their achievement. It is the story of our political&lt;br /&gt;life. Over the years, politics in our country has been&lt;br /&gt;a contest among rival factions of the elite.&lt;br /&gt;Governmental power is prized because it is the main&lt;br /&gt;factor in economic accumulation. Paul D. Hutchcroft,&lt;br /&gt;who studied the links between politics and banking in&lt;br /&gt;our country, used the term "booty capitalism" to&lt;br /&gt;describe this arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something changed in our political landscape, and that&lt;br /&gt;change the elite did not anticipate. With the growth&lt;br /&gt;of cities and the spread of urban living, the old&lt;br /&gt;modes of voter management based on layers of&lt;br /&gt;patron-client reciprocity were eroded. Politicians&lt;br /&gt;found themselves having to spend more during&lt;br /&gt;elections. The two-party system that martial law&lt;br /&gt;killed could not be revived upon the return of formal&lt;br /&gt;democracy. As a result, political recruitment became&lt;br /&gt;dependent on "winnability," and mass media exposure&lt;br /&gt;became a crucial factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, from the mid-'70s, something&lt;br /&gt;changed in our social landscape. Overseas work became&lt;br /&gt;the dynamic element in the country's economic life.&lt;br /&gt;OFW remittances funded the college education of&lt;br /&gt;millions of young people from poor families.&lt;br /&gt;Consumption patterns throughout the country changed&lt;br /&gt;overnight. Television sets and personal computers&lt;br /&gt;became ordinary fixtures in many OFW homes, making way&lt;br /&gt;for new forms of consciousness. Returning OFWs brought&lt;br /&gt;home with them new values, new expectations about the&lt;br /&gt;role of government, and new notions about the basic&lt;br /&gt;entitlements of ordinary citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OFW phenomenon is an impulse that is&lt;br /&gt;revolutionizing our way of life beyond what we can&lt;br /&gt;imagine. Its overall impact is pulling our political&lt;br /&gt;system toward greater democracy, more transparency in&lt;br /&gt;government, and more accountability in public life.&lt;br /&gt;Politicians rooted in the old ways of patronage and&lt;br /&gt;corruption, like Ms Arroyo, are increasingly unable to&lt;br /&gt;take leadership roles in this emerging society. This&lt;br /&gt;crisis is telling us that the old is dying, and&lt;br /&gt;something new is about to be born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112340154613213210?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112340154613213210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112340154613213210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112340154613213210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112340154613213210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/due-to-current-political-crisis-in.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112157806373619855</id><published>2005-07-17T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:17.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something insightful I came across which I figured I'd pass on</title><content type='html'>The idea came into mind as I was playing with the&lt;br /&gt;idea of envy versus idolatry. If you were to build a&lt;br /&gt;celebrity, at what point can you build up a public&lt;br /&gt;figure so as to that they will be idolized as&lt;br /&gt;opposed to that they will just be targets of envy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic case is always experienced by the&lt;br /&gt;popular people wherever- may it be in the school,&lt;br /&gt;work, or immediate family environment. It is either&lt;br /&gt;they are idolized or they are subjects of envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone will be popular if they are different, and&lt;br /&gt;that that difference is usually something which is&lt;br /&gt;wanted by the rest. The problem is, if the general&lt;br /&gt;populace still feel that that popular individual is&lt;br /&gt;still one of them, it will be hard for the&lt;br /&gt;individual to cross the boundary between idolatry&lt;br /&gt;and envy. The individual has to be unreachable to&lt;br /&gt;be idolized rather than envied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the case of Marcos, Erap, or FPJ. The&lt;br /&gt;masses feel that they are a race different from its&lt;br /&gt;own. Marcos has had a branding that was&lt;br /&gt;extremely intelligent, having been able to acquit&lt;br /&gt;himself in a murder case, adding to that trophy&lt;br /&gt;wife of his. Same goes with Erap or FPJ, with&lt;br /&gt;machismo overflowing that it seems that for one-&lt;br /&gt;he has balls the size of an elephants to be able to&lt;br /&gt;maintain quite a large harem or FPJ who has that&lt;br /&gt;hero-one man army image. From a pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;though they were Filipinos, they were extremely&lt;br /&gt;high up there that they, as opposed to being&lt;br /&gt;envied, are idolized by so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychology behind hating Gloria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Cory, Ramos, and Gloria, they were not very&lt;br /&gt;popular simply because they did not possess any&lt;br /&gt;superhuman images. The 3 were extremely&lt;br /&gt;unpopular during their terms and Ramos only&lt;br /&gt;gained popularity after his term (when the people&lt;br /&gt;realized his achievements). The worse of them all&lt;br /&gt;popularity wise was Gloria, who was small and&lt;br /&gt;looked very next door Filipino-ish, who talked&lt;br /&gt;funny, who had an image of a biglang yaman snot,&lt;br /&gt;and who was a kapampangan (known for their not&lt;br /&gt;too good traits.). Gloria has all the formula not only&lt;br /&gt;to be envied but to be hated, all thats left is one&lt;br /&gt;reason to hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes of any other people that are subjects of&lt;br /&gt;discriminations- may it be blacks, middle easterns,&lt;br /&gt;the urban poor- one wrong move for them and its all&lt;br /&gt;out hate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, by now, I dont really care anymore if&lt;br /&gt;Gloria will be ousted or not. It is the hate which&lt;br /&gt;is alarming me. For most people, Gloria is now&lt;br /&gt;even hated more than Erap, even for the people&lt;br /&gt;who ousted Erap. These are thinking people, and&lt;br /&gt;yet they dont realize that they are masking their&lt;br /&gt;hate through making themselves believe that they&lt;br /&gt;are upholding righteousness (is not forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;one of the greatest moral teachings? Whoever is&lt;br /&gt;without sin cast the first stone). They dont realize&lt;br /&gt;that they are hating the Filipino- Gloria is every bit&lt;br /&gt;an image of the next door Filipino. They dont&lt;br /&gt;realize that their hate are manifestations of the&lt;br /&gt;prejudices they have for the Filipino, for their very&lt;br /&gt;race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say there is no racial discrimination in this&lt;br /&gt;country. Well there is one, and that is&lt;br /&gt;discrimination for our very own race. The ultimate&lt;br /&gt;dream: live outside the country, marry a foreigner,&lt;br /&gt;and leave this God forsaken place? Who are the&lt;br /&gt;nationalities of my idols? What is the nationality&lt;br /&gt;of who I think the most beautiful person in the&lt;br /&gt;world? Who is an example of bakya? What traits of&lt;br /&gt;the Filipino do you want to have and what are the&lt;br /&gt;traits of the Filipino that you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;br /&gt;Josefino Fernando Andy J. Lazir&lt;br /&gt;andylazir@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;Lover of the Filipino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112157806373619855?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112157806373619855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112157806373619855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112157806373619855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112157806373619855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-insightful-i-came-across.html' title='Something insightful I came across which I figured I&apos;d pass on'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112125995350308076</id><published>2005-07-13T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:17.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For me, I think it's better for PGMA not to resign but to just go through the process of impeachment.  So, you may say that i'm Anti-Resign but PRO-Impeachment.  &lt;br /&gt;The reason for my stand is because we Filipinos are exxagerating our democracy, democracy for the freedom of "whatever".  If you look at the meaning of democracy in the dictionary, you will see that it is the government of the people and by the people.  But if we don't follow the laws and process involved on how democracy was founded and established, then we have a false democracy.  If we always result to the street and not follow the bystandards that our fellow citizens fought for during the Marcos regime, then we should just burn our constitution.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, EDSA II was just 4 years ago, and yet here we are again.  Yeah, EDSA I and II was cool, EDSA III was a rebellion, but if ever this falls out to an EDSA IV, we would be the laughing stock of the world!&lt;br /&gt;A democracy that was founded 108 years, but yet still doesn't have what it takes to be a great nation. A country that still doesn't know how to learn from it's mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112125995350308076?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112125995350308076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112125995350308076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112125995350308076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112125995350308076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-me-i-think-its-better-for-pgma-not.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112037114022032284</id><published>2005-07-03T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:17.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions About the Current Situation of the Philippines</title><content type='html'>Who can say who cheated when everybody is a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;Who can say who is right when everybody is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of tax?      &lt;br /&gt;Why do government agencies keep on collecting taxes when no citizen in the country gets any good benefits?&lt;br /&gt;What do senators actually do?&lt;br /&gt;What is the Sandiganbayan doing?&lt;br /&gt;Why do government officials keep changing parties?&lt;br /&gt;How come government vehicles don't follow the traffic laws?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the Philippines have a greater technological advantage when it comes to text messaging rather than any other thing? (pasa load, express remit, etc..)&lt;br /&gt;Why does the media keep on confusing us with all this bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the toll so high when you can't move from the traffic?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what Kris Aquino likes?&lt;br /&gt;Are there still patriots left?&lt;br /&gt;Why is there no diversity in the television shows?&lt;br /&gt;Why wont we learn from our mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;What is the significance of the Vice-presidential position?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you waste millions of pesos for a career in politics?&lt;br /&gt;How do you study Philippine Politics?&lt;br /&gt;Is Marcos the best president we had the last quarter of a century?&lt;br /&gt;Will we have another celebrity president?&lt;br /&gt;What is the significance of a single vote?&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody respect the Philippine flag?&lt;br /&gt;What are we Filipino's known for?&lt;br /&gt;What is our reputation?&lt;br /&gt;Do we still have an identity?&lt;br /&gt;How can i get out of here?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's necessary to implement Martial Law now?&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be the president of the Philippines?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to be the president of the Philippines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why do people just keep on raising questions and not answer them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112037114022032284?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112037114022032284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112037114022032284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112037114022032284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112037114022032284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/questions-about-current-situation-of.html' title='Questions About the Current Situation of the Philippines'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-112015148454078436</id><published>2005-07-01T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:17.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question Number Three</title><content type='html'>This is the take home test from my INTROSO class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Question 3:&lt;br /&gt;Sociologists have identified four interrelated core values emerging &lt;br /&gt;in US society---leisure, physical fitness, and self-fulfillment, &lt;br /&gt;concern for environment. If you were to examine our own Philippine &lt;br /&gt;youth culture, provide 2 significant current or emerging core values &lt;br /&gt;among the youth and/or the yuppy. Support your argument by &lt;br /&gt;expounding on the consequent norms and sanctions of the core values &lt;br /&gt;you identified. Make a stand whether these values are "adaptive" &lt;br /&gt;or "regressive" with respect to Philippine society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was talking to my friend about ideas on a great t-shirt to wear in Fort for the nightly “gimik’s”, we had exactly the same idea in mind.  Making a white t-shirt that says in bold black letters  “Pretentious like you”.  Then we laughed for a while and stopped.... Is this what really is happening to our society.  The youth and our nation is losing it’s identity.  Yeah we Filipino’s had an identity during EDSA, but today, the only thing the world knows about EDSA is the traffic.  If you go bar hopping in Makati, you would definitely notice how pretentious we are. The youth wearing tight fit, muscle showing shirts and jeans like the display and pose in Guess advertisements, people buying 100 peso beer’s when they already know that it’s just 20, and  people cursing because of high gasoline prices while driving a Ford F150.  &lt;br /&gt; Basically the core values that I see here in the Philippines being displayed is leisure and self-fulfillment. Though it is weird for me to be saying that leisure is what I see during a time of chaos and conflict, but it’s reality.  I still see students flash high end cell phones with digital cameras.  I still see people placing digital displays and 24 inch mag wheels like what you see in “MTV’s Pimpin My Ride” in their cars. And I still see the youth, wasting money and time drinking, partying and getting wasted till the next morning.  Even though we are considered to be a third world country, some extraordinary people are still living like kings and queens.  Just take the new San Miguel commercial for example.  Where Kris Aquino drives a brand new Ferrari.  Does any one know how much a Ferrari cost?  In the United States it’s already expensive, but when you bring it here, it’s a gold mine!  Leisure for me is regressive sociologically in the Philippines.  It just show how some people don’t care (or don’t even know) on what is happening around us.  Yes, politicians always say that they are against graft and corruption, but yet there they are.  In thousand peso suits and barongs, 5 million peso SUV’s that consumes loads of gasoline everytime you start the engine.  It’s unfair, showing leisure in a time that some of our fellow citizens can’t even find a job for a good meal for their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Self-fulfillment is the other emerging interrelated core that I can see that has a trend here in the Philippines.  Basically because most of us Filipino’s are selfish and think about ourselves.  Thus the word “self” is widely used in our society.  Even though of the great complex that Filipino’s tend to have of being humble and hospitable, but nowadays, it’s all just “for show”.  In the real world, the thing that Filipino’s tend to have today is self-fulfillment, fulfillment of their own personal goals, which most of the time is not about the country but mostly of themselves.  Another good concrete example is the influx of nurses and teachers going to the United States.  I remember a time when the medical board top notcher even went to the United States to take a nursing job, other that staying in the country to be a doctor.  This is one of the core values that is regressing our Philippine Society.  Yes, self-fulfillment is great for oneself or for our families, but what we need today are values that can save our society and country.  I remember during one of the first exercises we had in INTROSO when we grouped together and Sir Marshall asked us a question on whether we would interfere if someone would be in great peril or grave danger.  It is amusing and interesting to see that I was one of the only persons insane enough to say “Yes!”, and that everyone just kept giving answers of “Survival of the fittest” and other stuff.  I wouldn’t say that I want to be a superman or batman, but I just figured that there are many forms of help a person can do, either by screaming, throwing a rock, calling the police, kicking the guy, running towards them.... the list just keeps going on, but from all the forms of help, there is only one form of escape, and that is ignoring the situation and walking away.&lt;br /&gt; To conclude, I think that the mentality of our Philippine society is getting selfish.  It’s first come first served, and not let the one’s who needs to be served be the first in line.  I on the other hand still have faith that one day, Filipino’s will realize our mistakes amidst all these conflict, controversy and chaos and one day rebuild and work together for the benefit of our nation and society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-112015148454078436?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112015148454078436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=112015148454078436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112015148454078436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/112015148454078436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/question-number-three.html' title='Question Number Three'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-111820549889370562</id><published>2005-06-08T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:17.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go for gold - a call to arms</title><content type='html'>As i was scanning through my previous emails, i saw this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:    Thu, 10 Feb 2005 00:22:25 -0800 (PST)&lt;br /&gt;From:    "Jippo Cervantes" &lt;jippogi com=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject:    go for gold - a call to arms&lt;br /&gt;To:    joega_11@yahoo.com, tumacder_p@yahoo.com, karenannefactora@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry feeling ko lang magdrama, sarap lang ng ma-inspire eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go For Gold - A Call To Arms"&lt;br /&gt;a persuasive essay by Jippo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello groupmates. this serves as an exhortation since&lt;br /&gt;i feel compelled to write after another positive&lt;br /&gt;meeting with our adviser sir oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since before, we have been treated as misfits by&lt;br /&gt;teachers and classmates. they are not wholly to blame&lt;br /&gt;since we have decided to act exactly as such because&lt;br /&gt;simply put, we do not care. but this freedom comes at&lt;br /&gt;a price, we are not notified about important&lt;br /&gt;announcements, we are not entrusted responsibilities,&lt;br /&gt;we are never given a chance to shine. i confess this&lt;br /&gt;is of our own doing, and it is a situation, with your&lt;br /&gt;help, that i wish to remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enter thesis making. i am the one who suggested to&lt;br /&gt;make the two-legged robot, thinking dr. elmer is a&lt;br /&gt;competent adviser, since i believed he was the one who&lt;br /&gt;really "understood" us. we as a group did not see that&lt;br /&gt;he himself was treated as a misfit by his colleagues&lt;br /&gt;within the department since we put so much trust in&lt;br /&gt;him. we thought we could prove everyone wrong, that we&lt;br /&gt;could do it as long we were under the guidance of dr.&lt;br /&gt;dadios and joel. this proved not to be the case as we&lt;br /&gt;learned that our "mentors" were a sham and a scam&lt;br /&gt;respectively, albeit a little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 came and went, we had to change research topics&lt;br /&gt;several times and yet still to no avail. and then&lt;br /&gt;start of this year, we went through a whole slew of&lt;br /&gt;proposals, under the pressure of finishing in time. in&lt;br /&gt;the end we all chose our current topic, the automated&lt;br /&gt;coin segregator and counter, under the guidance of mr.&lt;br /&gt;unas. it's hard, he kept asking questions, we kept&lt;br /&gt;asking ourselves "do we really need to do all these&lt;br /&gt;things?" in the end, the question is how much do you&lt;br /&gt;really believe in yourself and in your product? i&lt;br /&gt;myself believe in this that i have chosen to take an&lt;br /&gt;active part in it, to take responsibility for the&lt;br /&gt;tasks assigned to me. i used to be apathetic towards&lt;br /&gt;the other topics, i didn't care as long as i did what&lt;br /&gt;was asked of me. now is a different story. i think i&lt;br /&gt;now have a standard of quality in my work, and i take&lt;br /&gt;pride in it. i see it too among all of you. we have&lt;br /&gt;grown a lot in the sense that we used to think this&lt;br /&gt;was all just a requirement that we can do as long as&lt;br /&gt;we followed our advisers, and now we think this is OUR&lt;br /&gt;work with OUR seal of quality which WE put so much&lt;br /&gt;time and thought into. we're growing up, finally.&lt;br /&gt;seldom do i write or speak with such conviction but&lt;br /&gt;when i do i believe it fully. after this morning's&lt;br /&gt;meeting with sir oscar i am more hopeful for our&lt;br /&gt;project. i believe that he sees real potential in our&lt;br /&gt;project. he brought up the subject of gold thesis and&lt;br /&gt;eventually commercialization of our product. he said&lt;br /&gt;that the trend in those who achieve the gold thesis is&lt;br /&gt;that no, they weren't a "dream team" group composed of&lt;br /&gt;those with high grades, but they were the ones who set&lt;br /&gt;the objective for themselves that they were gonna make&lt;br /&gt;a gold thesis. this is what this whole thing is all&lt;br /&gt;about, i am exhorting the group to aim for gold, to&lt;br /&gt;heighten our standards, to be excellent in our work.&lt;br /&gt;surely we will prove everyone wrong if we, a bunch of&lt;br /&gt;misfits, get gold thesis, is it not? plus, it is&lt;br /&gt;enough compensation to our parents for not finishing&lt;br /&gt;on time. we have nothing to lose and everything to&lt;br /&gt;gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister said in her graduation speech "always aim&lt;br /&gt;for the sun, because if you miss you'll still be among&lt;br /&gt;the stars". this means that having high hopes leaves&lt;br /&gt;us a chance of good to excellent work and no room for&lt;br /&gt;work that is below par. i believe we can do it, our&lt;br /&gt;adviser believes it too. i ask everyone for the last&lt;br /&gt;time, let us make gold thesis our objective from the&lt;br /&gt;beginning. we can prove everyone wrong if we do this.&lt;br /&gt;that we are not misfits, that we can be entrusted with&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities, that we will shine when given the&lt;br /&gt;chance. and this, everyone will believe to be THE TRUTH.&lt;/jippogi&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-111820549889370562?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111820549889370562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=111820549889370562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/111820549889370562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/111820549889370562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/06/go-for-gold-call-to-arms.html' title='go for gold - a call to arms'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-111761978447095906</id><published>2005-06-01T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:17.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Ako si M16" Effect</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.juniorkilat.com"&gt;www.juniorkilat.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior Kilat -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ako si M16Ako si M16 at your service bai aduna pud ko'y anak, si baby armalite Ako si M16 at your service bai aduna pud ko'y anak, si baby armalite Ako si M16 at your service bai aduna pud ko'y anak, si baby armalite Ako si M16 at your service bai aduna pud ko'y anak, si baby armalite&lt;br /&gt;..:..Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang! Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang! Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang! Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang!&lt;br /&gt;Ang akong mga bala, hastang pwerting baratohaAyaw lang katingala, kung supplier di magpailaAng akong mga bala, hastang pwerting baratohaAyaw lang katingala, kung supplier di magpaila&lt;br /&gt;Buy-one take-one kung walay gyeraPresyo times two kung election o kudetaBuy-one take-one kung walay gyeraPresyo times two kung election o kudeta&lt;br /&gt;..:..Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang! Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang! Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang! Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang!&lt;br /&gt;Kini si M203, kini sa M203Ang bala kusgan, kini si M203Kini si M203, kini sa M203Ang bala kusgan, kini si M203&lt;br /&gt;Grenade launcher, dugangi lang dyes milGrenade launcher, dugangi lang dyes milGrenade launcher, dugangi lang dyes milGrenade launcher, dugangi lang dyes mil&lt;br /&gt;..:..Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang! Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang! Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang! Bratatatatatatatatatatatatat!Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang bang Bang bang bang bang!&lt;br /&gt;--Turntable Solo---Guitar Solo-&lt;br /&gt;Ako si M16 at your service bai aduna pud ko'y anak, si baby armalite Ako si M16 at your service bai aduna pud ko'y anak, si baby armalite Ako si M16 at your service bai aduna pud ko'y anak, si baby armalite Ako si M16 at your service bai aduna pud ko'y anak, si baby armalite&lt;br /&gt;Ako si M16, Ako si M16, Ako si M16, M203, Ako si M16, Ako si M16, Ako si M16, Ako si M16, M203, Ako si M16, Ako si M16, Ako si M16, Ako si M16, M203, Ako si M16, Ako si M16, Ako si M16, Ako si M16, M203, Ako si M16,&lt;br /&gt;Bratatatatatatatatat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most annoying, irritating, but yet remarkable song that I heard.&lt;br /&gt;When you will first hear the song, it will stuck into your mind for a very long time. So in order for me to further infect other people, i downloaded the song from Limewire and play it in my car&lt;br /&gt;so that other people will be infested by the sick annoying tune of Junior Kilat.&lt;br /&gt;My blockmate even told me that she can't sleep at night because the song just keeps popping in her head.... " Ako si M16 at your service bai"..... it will definitely haunt you for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;But despite the annoying nature of the song, i realized that there is a very significant meaning on what the song tries to tell the listeners.  Even though I don't know anything in Cebuano, the singer is trying to implicate the selling of guns and ammo's here in the country. &lt;br /&gt;He is saying that he is selling an M16 and that you can reach him conveniently and that the guns and ammo double the price during the time of war and chaos&lt;br /&gt;He is even saying that he can sell us a grenade launcher for just ten thousand pesos (diyes mil)&lt;br /&gt;So as I analyzed the song, it became clear to me that junior kilat is not just another novelty song writer or group from Cebu, but they are really a bunch of creative and imaginative song writers about society....&lt;br /&gt;"Ako si m16 at your service bai..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-111761978447095906?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111761978447095906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=111761978447095906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/111761978447095906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/111761978447095906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/06/ako-si-m16-effect.html' title='The &quot;Ako si M16&quot; Effect'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-111728348449777142</id><published>2005-05-28T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:17.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Term ... hopefully</title><content type='html'>Just finished the first week of my "Last Term". This is my first class in over a year, so i'm still getting used to the environment... again.... or I think they are getting used to me...&lt;br /&gt;Good thing the last floating subject I have is sociology, the topics are very interesting, like the other day when the prof talked about Adolf Hitler,&lt;br /&gt;and how much he affected the sociological situation of the world.... he was considered to be&lt;br /&gt;one of the most persuasive persons in history, that he persuaded his fellow men to kill millions... and not even blink to react on what they did, they just said when asked how they can kill millions of people "We were just following orders"&lt;br /&gt;amazing! If you all believe in something that is right, you will all think that it is right, but in reality it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing in this class is I always give out the unorthodox answers that everybody keeps avoiding.  Like when they asked&lt;br /&gt;how you would rank the following:&lt;br /&gt;love; marriage; courtship; sex;&lt;br /&gt;everybody just kept answering: love, courtship; marriage; sex&lt;br /&gt;so i answered: sex; love; marriage; courtship&lt;br /&gt;everybody just gave a giggle, but in reality, i know majority of them are thinking of the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question that i answered was this&lt;br /&gt;if there is someone in grave danger, like someone being raped or beaten up... would you help them out?&lt;br /&gt;the wierd thing is, when we grouped together, i was like the only one who answered "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;they all kept giving answers of survival of the fittest and shit.... i just thought that thats bullshit,&lt;br /&gt;if someone is in dying need for help, i would definitely help them out, because i know that there are many forms of help&lt;br /&gt;you can just scream, throw a rock from a distance, call the cops, kick them, whatever... there are many forms of help...&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand them, it's either they are fucking scared or faggotts!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing it's the weekend again, i can always use the break from thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-111728348449777142?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111728348449777142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=111728348449777142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/111728348449777142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/111728348449777142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-term-hopefully.html' title='The Last Term ... hopefully'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-111661144651764544</id><published>2005-05-18T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:17.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back home from a much needed rest from the real world. I stepped back for a while to experience the relaxing and steady environment in Boracay.&lt;br /&gt;Boy it was such a great trip... met new interesting people and at the same time enjoyed my first summer vacation in 3 years. I drank till i can't see... literally... I had to wait for the sun to rise in order for me to see where i'm goin.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it was a great experience, though the drinks were expensive if you compare them to the prices here back home, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking a beer in one hand while dancing to the tripped out music of Ggggg- Unit blastin in the speakers of Cocamangas or Paraw while getting your feet dirty from all the sand and not caring of what anybody else thinks,&lt;br /&gt;This vacation was perfect timing since i'm all stressed out from thinking on what to do on our thesis and getting ready for the upcoming school year. The view in Bora was amazingl, I thought it was over rated, but when I saw it.... it just made me relax.&lt;br /&gt;From the view of the white sand covering your feet, to the view of the sunbathing chicks at the beach, to the view of the sunset that makes you keep quiet for a while and reflect on how amazing the world is.&lt;br /&gt;Though now i'm back to the real world, and back to all the stress and polution.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on coming back to Bora sometime in December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-111661144651764544?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111661144651764544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=111661144651764544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/111661144651764544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/111661144651764544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-got-back-home-from-much-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-110808543538071718</id><published>2005-02-11T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:17.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here comes another year in my life,&lt;br /&gt;a lot of obstacles have been passed&lt;br /&gt;a lot of problems and decisions have been roughly made&lt;br /&gt;the good times have been great; the bad times made me better&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming to the stage of being mature,&lt;br /&gt;learning to work in difficult situations&lt;br /&gt;learning to work out of easy ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my life and the road ahead still awaits&lt;br /&gt;Now I have my new set of  goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thesis&lt;/span&gt; - we have been denied by countless obstacles for too long, now it's time to retaliate by finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduate&lt;/span&gt; - by the time i enrol in the next term; i would be seeing in school the kids from grade 6 when we left high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a break&lt;/span&gt; - i have been studyin and working non-stop for the past 3 years due to summer classes and OJT's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work &lt;/span&gt;- then one of the most crucial decisions that I have to make; on where i'm gonna work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully by this time next year, I have a different set&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-110808543538071718?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/110808543538071718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=110808543538071718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/110808543538071718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/110808543538071718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/02/here-comes-another-year-in-my-life-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-110696322254067938</id><published>2005-01-29T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:16.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if this is true, but it's a good anecdote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen Barretto likes her privacy while using elevators, so whenever she uses one, she orders her bodyguards not to let anyone inside.&lt;br /&gt;So this is the story...&lt;br /&gt;She was using the elevator in the RCBC tower in Makati, when suddenly an old lady rushed towards the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen then told her bodyguards, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guards, please escort this old lady out of my elevator&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;The guards told her "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, ma'm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But before the guards were about to escort the old lady, the old lady said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Guards, please escort this young social climber out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my building!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They didn't know that she was the eldest daughter of Yuchenco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-110696322254067938?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/110696322254067938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=110696322254067938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/110696322254067938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/110696322254067938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-know-if-this-is-true-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-110688451588784757</id><published>2005-01-28T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="80" src="http://www.swbike.com/articles/LagunaSeca/Arizona%20Highway.jpg" width="141" widht="80" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while but here's a thought&lt;br /&gt;while I was going to work the other day, I noticed that it was still early so I slowed down to admire the morning sky and scenery while driving in the highway towards my exit point in Cabuyao.  I had a steady pace of 80 kph and I just stayed in the fast lane (if you don't know, it's the left most side of the highway)and just switched lanes if there is a very slow car in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;then I realized how many cars from behind me just kept on overtaking me,&lt;br /&gt;from trucks, buses, cars, SUVs, a lot of cars just kept on overtaking each other, but I just kept my pace and watched them swerve from one lane to the next.&lt;br /&gt;But, from all the vehicles that overtook me in the highway as they speed up from behind, to the right lane, onto the shoulder, then back to the middle lane.......&lt;br /&gt;when they come back in the fast lane...&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in front of them&lt;br /&gt;after all the energy wasted from downshifting and turning the wheel to swerve from one lane to the next,I'm still there,I just had a constant pace and they still can't overtake me.&lt;br /&gt;It happened about 4-6 times,&lt;br /&gt;another funny scenario is when a car is about to overtake you so he had to switch to the right lane, or the slower lane.but when he reaches the slower lane, there's a slow jeep, so he has to go back to the left lane, or the fast lane and to the position where he was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I thought about it because everytime I go to work in the morning, i'm always in a hurry just like them,I never realized that keeping a steady pace, might really be a more effective strategy in driving. Try it sometime, and you would see my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;Though I wouldn't recommend this while there is traffic, because in traffic situations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY INCH COUNTS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-110688451588784757?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/110688451588784757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=110688451588784757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/110688451588784757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/110688451588784757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2005/01/highway.html' title='Highway'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-110407706914130725</id><published>2004-12-26T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:16.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>I haven't been bloggin lately because i've been busy at work and at home.&lt;br /&gt;At the office, they are all panicking because it's the end of the year and they have to finish everything on time before the Christmas vacation.  So I don't have any time to use the internet and blog.:)&lt;br /&gt;At home, we've been busy because my cousin from the New Jersey went home for our first Christmas together for nearly 18 years, so i've been hanging out with my cousin this whole time with his wife and three kids. &lt;br /&gt;In the morning we just hang out in malls or play ball, while at night we drink outside our house and bond together, share countless jokes, mischiefs, adventures, and experiences done here and abroad......&lt;br /&gt;overall this is a great Christmas for me,  I haven't been goin out with my friends to Tahanan or Alabang because this is a very special occassion for my family. &lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-110407706914130725?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/110407706914130725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=110407706914130725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/110407706914130725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/110407706914130725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-holiday.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-110082172475171918</id><published>2004-11-19T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:16.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I checked out some of the new PS2 games at Festival Supermall.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Grand Theft Auto San Andreas, and I have to buy it because of all the hype i've been hearing about it.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the lady selling the game;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Meron pa ba kayo GTA San Andreas&lt;/em&gt;?";&lt;br /&gt;Then she said;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Meron.......&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;...... then after a long awkward silence of waiting for her to do something/anything at all for the customer, i politely asked her&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Pwede po ba bumili?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Then that's the only time she moves....&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I don't know what's wrong with people today, but if you were the lady selling the game, after I asked you for the game, wouldn't you reflexively/quickly answer back at me&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Yes, are you going to buy?&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;Oo, kuha kayo?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;It's as if they don't want to sell.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;It's like answering the phone and not saying "&lt;em&gt;Hello!?&lt;/em&gt;".....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-110082172475171918?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/110082172475171918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Thesis Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Flashback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, Jippo, Ping, and Karen are off to one of the most ground breaking and difficult thesis proposals ever made in the College of Engineering of La Salle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We proposed to make a &lt;strong&gt;2 Legged Robot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://asimo.honda.com/images/im_meetasimo1_on.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call was unheard of, there were other proposals in other schools here in the Philippines but they never actually tried to make one, we were supposed to be the pioneers. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every faculty in our course doubted us, they all said that it will take years before we could actually have a walking 2 Legged Robot, they all said that it is impossible.Well we insisted that this is the path that we choose, that this is what we will do, and that they are all underestimating our capabilities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We still wanted to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we defended our proposal and they agreed to give us a chance, they agreed for us to pursue our dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August-December 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we spent &lt;strong&gt;100,000.00&lt;/strong&gt; pesos for the parts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It included the sensors, joints, screws, aluminum bars, and the driver circuits for the robot to move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All we have to do next is to assemble it and we could start testing the robot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was afternoon around 2pm, I was on my way to school, my cellphone vibrated, it was our professor, and she asked if I could see her before I go to class, so I agreed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I went inside the classroom where she was at &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she told me that the professors of the faculty have decided for us not to continue with our thesis........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just felt my heart beating faster... and faster. ......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August-November 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After months of discussion, brain storming, and smoke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we finally decided on what to do with our thesis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we decided to make a &lt;strong&gt;smart innovative electric fan &lt;/strong&gt;that would have a temperature sensor, a clap function, and an emergency light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://di.image.eshop.msn.com/img/sinv/2705/1/7010232802.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now we are preparing for our defense to our faculty... again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that the results would be different......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-110075245668688634?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/110075245668688634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=110075245668688634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/110075245668688634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/110075245668688634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2004/11/thesis-story.html' title='Thesis Story'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-109988117563052112</id><published>2004-11-08T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:16.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Premiere Week </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Surprise teams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Utah Jazz&lt;/u&gt; - They have cool uniforms, an exciting lineup, one of the best point guards in the olympics, and an amazing 3-0 start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Toronto Raptors&lt;/u&gt; - Even with all the comotion of VC trying to leave the team, they still ended up with a 3 -0 start. Best start in franchise history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Orlando Magic&lt;/u&gt; - two words GRANT HILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upsets of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Houston Rockets&lt;/u&gt; - They are being hailed with the best duo in the NBA, the new Kobe-Shaq, but Yao and TMac just got off with a lazy 2-2&lt;/span&gt; start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is dubbed as one of the most exciting years in the NBA since no one knows who will beat who.There's no more "BEAT LA!" chants, no more Kobe passing to Shaq then back to Kobe, theres just Kobe and the rim.Dwyane Wade had a hell of a first week, so much for the so-called sophomore slump, Now Shaq is just laying back, chillin, waiting for the right time to put his gameface on beacuse right now, they don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wade just had a career high 37 points yesterday, and we are just starting the NBA. Can't wait till Miami faces LA in December. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Detroit Pistons ring ceremony was awesome, Ben Wallace came to the court with what seems to be like the World Heavyweight Championship Belts, like what Triple H is wearing on Raw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img height="299" src="http://images.sportsline.com/u/ap/photos/DTP102110220_lower.jpg" width="246" border="15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they showed off their bling to the home crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Artest is also putting up MVP numbers. Last time I saw a shooting guard that was hailed as the Defensive Player of the Year at the same time put up 30 per,was a bald guy by the name of Mike.(Though Mike did it in 1 year, MVP and DPY in '88)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know AK47 is good, but 8 blocks in the game! woah! I wonder what he says in Russian after he blocks a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool Site:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your at work, or at school, and want to be updated with the NBA or any professional sports score.. check out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbssportsline.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.cbssportsline.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Go to the game stats of the scoreboard and it automatically refreshes everytime a play happens, per fieldgoal, rebound, foul, turnover.&lt;br /&gt;Better than the 2 minute auto refresh at NBA.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-109988117563052112?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/109988117563052112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=109988117563052112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/109988117563052112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/109988117563052112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2004/11/nba-premiere-week.html' title='NBA Premiere Week '/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-109807360979122907</id><published>2004-10-18T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in my locker room with some of my fellow trainees,&lt;br /&gt;then one of them stops and shows his newly purchased 7610&lt;br /&gt;an astonishing "&lt;em&gt;wow!"&lt;/em&gt; silenced the locker room because it's a very cool phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cellular.co.za/phones/nokia/2004/nok_7610.jpg" border="15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I stopped to wonder....&lt;br /&gt;wonder on how in hell did he get a phone like that.&lt;br /&gt;You see, my fellow trainees are not from DLSU, CSB, Ateneo, or UP... no they are just trainees from a technical college, either from Don Bosco (in Laguna) or Dualtech (which I don't know where).&lt;br /&gt;When I first came to the company, they all kept muttering on why a La Sallian is training here, or that a La Sallian is automatically rich, and all sorts of stereotyping....&lt;br /&gt;they all say that they don't have any cars and they commute to survive, eat a low budget meal, think about their family and kids, work hard it the production area..... and yet here they are, waving their high-end cellphones and playing music videos of heavy metal bands in the locker room and taking pictures......&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that there are other means of getting money or obtaining a camera phone,&lt;br /&gt;but come on......&lt;br /&gt;think of the reality and practicality of the situation. Instead of using the money for necessities that they definitely need, they would rather take pictures and download pornography in their cellphones.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-109807360979122907?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/109807360979122907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580847&amp;postID=109807360979122907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/109807360979122907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/109807360979122907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-was-in-my-locker-room-with-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580847.post-109765455473840410</id><published>2004-10-13T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:16.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/1/Posters/fp0275.jpg"  border="15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580847-109765455473840410?l=mydangerousmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/109765455473840410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580847/posts/default/109765455473840410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydangerousmind.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.joelsison.multiply.com/image/8/photos/7/500x500/9.jpg/c942scd.jpg?et=jm35u2wLCZxb7kOh%2Cj%2B26g'/></author></entry></feed>
