<?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-34313237</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:45:55.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patutix..</title><subtitle type='html'>"Cross breed ng pato at itik"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-4037148973925842816</id><published>2008-07-25T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:32:26.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare time..</title><content type='html'>Inaamag na blog ko wahahaha! IMBA!!! Today is NO RACE DAY kaya ako nakakapag post haha.. means no road chases, no underground drag races.. kaya may konting time ako para makapag post dito hehehe.. dami advertisers.. eeew.. &gt;.&lt; 'nyways hit me up at my friendster account josh_espi@yahoo.com or text nyu ako 09267461313 bai bai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed.. wala na ONION ETHAN KU!!! huhuhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-4037148973925842816?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/4037148973925842816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=4037148973925842816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/4037148973925842816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/4037148973925842816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2008/07/spare-time.html' title='Spare time..'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-2993067315443219675</id><published>2008-04-08T12:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:19:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUN? FUN?!!! FUN!!!!?!!???!!  &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=081_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="081" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/081_.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GRRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Say it again&lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=088_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="088" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/088_.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and you DIE!!! &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=076_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="076" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/076_.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... Summer huh?!! &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=083_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="083" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/083_.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-2993067315443219675?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/2993067315443219675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=2993067315443219675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2993067315443219675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2993067315443219675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/th_081_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-5807911946962019508</id><published>2008-02-19T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:32:28.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Valentines..</title><content type='html'>Wala nang net sa bahay. In case you guys are wondering what secret code I'm using right now, it is called Filipino language or to some half-schooled people you can simply call it Tagalog. Hey! Happy Valentines! I'm not happy.. I thought I'd make a fashion statement by wearing black all over.. from my cheap eye liner to my black highschool shoes.. Damn! As soon as I stepped out our gate I've spent most, if not all of my hours finding places were I could hide my shame.. Hide, duck before I come across other "BLACK Balntinos and Balentinas" FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!! EVERYONE IS WEARING BLACK!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! ...err.. deym! (Sabi nga ni Altea) Hell! I swear this would be the last Valentines where I'd wear black! hmm next year I'd try RED para maiba hahaha.. Hmm.. Wearing diaper and carrying arrows and a bow "CUPID COSTUME" is my second option.. we'll see &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-5807911946962019508?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/5807911946962019508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=5807911946962019508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5807911946962019508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5807911946962019508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-valentines.html' title='Black Valentines..'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-3626563389306693340</id><published>2008-02-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:08:06.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeney Todd [Finally]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Alright! You, sir?.. How about a shave?.. Come and visit.. Your good friend Sweeney! You sir! Too, sir.. Welcome to the grave.. I will have vengenance... I will have salvation... Who, sir? You sir!.. No one's in the chair come on, come on.. Sweeney's waiting.. I want you bleeders... You sir? Anybody? Gentlemen, now don't be shy.. Not one man.. No, nor ten men.. Nor a hundred can assuage me.."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I will have vengenance... I will have salvation..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/?action=view&amp;amp;current=st-movie-poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/st-movie-poster.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a gruesome, bloody experience with these stuffs called torrents &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=085_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/085_.gif" alt="085" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally got my hands on a clear, "COMPLETE" dvd copy of it.. It is worth all the trouble and pain &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=090_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/090_.gif" alt="090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why? Here are some of my reasons why.. First, I love Johnny Depp (Gay?&lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=077_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/077_.gif" alt="077" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).. Second, Tim Burton's works never failed to amaze me (Ed Wood, Scissorhands, Charlie and the Choco Factory, Nightmare Before X-mas, Corpse Bride.. to name some) hey! Is it because of Tim or Johnny's? Either way I love their works&lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=059_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/059_.gif" alt="059" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Third, I was curious how would Johnny Depp turn out as a singer/actor (Yes, It is a musical&lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=091_-3.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/091_-3.gif" alt="091_R" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Last (and the best) reason, I love violence.. (Throat slithing.. blood &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=082_-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/082_-1.gif" alt="082_02" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baking "human" meat pies &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=095_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/095_.gif" alt="095" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yum yum &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=074_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/074_.gif" alt="074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the official Sweeney Todd Webbie link.. &lt;a href="http://www.sweeneytoddmovie.com/"&gt;http://www.sweeneytoddmovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give this Johnny Depp,  Tim Burton combo &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4 1/2 out of 5 stars&lt;/span&gt;.. and oh! Johnny Depp's singing ain't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now.. I gotta finish some paper works for school &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=096_K.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/096_K.gif" alt="096" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bye bye &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=032_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/032_.gif" alt="032" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines!!! &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=034_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/034_.gif" alt="034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy heart's month.. Good Luck with your dates. bai bai!&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/34313237-3626563389306693340?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/3626563389306693340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=3626563389306693340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3626563389306693340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3626563389306693340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweeney-todd-finally.html' title='Sweeney Todd [Finally]'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/th_085_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-1150651271122388024</id><published>2008-01-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:52:15.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my New Friend</title><content type='html'>His name is Ethan &lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5421.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5421.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well as you can see, he is an onion&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5411.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5411.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A smart one though.. &lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5430.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5430.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha.. Get used to his antics, cause he'll be appearing here regularly. Yeah, I heard he is somewhat famous in Taiwan &lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5434.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5434.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..I guess Taiwanese people love eating onions huh? &lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5431.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5431.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5428.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5428.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Chill, just kidding.. You're stuck with me doing this after all ^^ So you better get used to it &lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5429.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/Patutix/cool_cat_2_10652_4058_image_5429.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here opens a new chapter.. PATUTIX (Cross-bred Pato and Itik &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duck and Goose&lt;/span&gt; according to Miss May Morgan Diaz ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! I'm sleepy.. &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=037_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/037_.gif" alt="037" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not making any sense here ny'mo' &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=029_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/029_.gif" alt="029" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish something good will happen tomorrow.. Oyasumi nasai.. &lt;a href="http://s237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=028_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/028_.gif" alt="028" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-1150651271122388024?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/1150651271122388024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=1150651271122388024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1150651271122388024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1150651271122388024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2008/01/meet-my-new-friend.html' title='Meet my New Friend'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff133/onionethan/onion_Emoticons/th_037_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-150939871494894853</id><published>2008-01-22T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:21:28.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Lately, I feel like I'm not being myself at all.. I easily get bored.. I drink too much, smoke too much.. lost interest in women.. I even wanted my internet connection cut.. Well, on the bright side.. I'm feeling a bit more responsible with things.. like attending my classes and doing homeworks.. thats a change ^^ oh well.. maybe its just the weather.. ja ne! gotta go to my class now ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Yeah maybe its time too that I change this blog's look ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-150939871494894853?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/150939871494894853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=150939871494894853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/150939871494894853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/150939871494894853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2008/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-5693494321060336811</id><published>2008-01-21T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:34:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 300.. Meet The Spartans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Here's an official trailer of it.. check it out ^^&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch this after I see Sweeny Tod ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o30sLthVn5k&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o30sLthVn5k&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys saw Stomp the Yard, You Got Served, Shrek, Spider Man, Transformers and Happy Feet.. ^^ I highly recommend that you don't watch this.. hahahah.. just kiddin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another Trailer ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fgxaJDSvk0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fgxaJDSvk0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I lost my smileys Y_Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-5693494321060336811?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/5693494321060336811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=5693494321060336811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5693494321060336811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5693494321060336811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-300-meet-spartans.html' title='After 300.. Meet The Spartans'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-8703472026349234983</id><published>2008-01-20T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:25:58.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How  to cook "Adowbone Mahnhak" (Adobong Manok)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one of those MUST SEE cooking video  &lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=smile.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/smile.gif" alt="smile" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_UxyQ7cb3I&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_UxyQ7cb3I&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Travis Kraft&lt;br /&gt;Ang sahrahp sahrahp di ba? &lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stuffed.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/stuffed.gif" alt="full/stuffed" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-8703472026349234983?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/8703472026349234983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=8703472026349234983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/8703472026349234983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/8703472026349234983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-cook-adowbowng-mahnahk-adobong.html' title='How  to cook &quot;Adowbone Mahnhak&quot; (Adobong Manok)'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/th_smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-1169643726692944717</id><published>2008-01-19T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:12:43.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karnibal</title><content type='html'>What a way to celebrate the commemoration of my 50th post and 120th of all time.&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tralala.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/tralala.gif" alt="uuuuh" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ive been to this uhmm barrio fiesta wherein they have these fun rides and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasugalans&lt;/span&gt; all over the place.&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=weebee.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/weebee.gif" alt="tralalala" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its not that I wanted to be there in the first place (I won't disclose details with that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Ride; The Train-like thingie they call Rocketship which just go round and round..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd ride; Good old merry-go-round.. and when I said old I really mean .. &lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=waha.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/waha.gif" alt="wahaha" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd ride; Same as number 1, only that it has newer paint and the side's design uhmm resembles a swan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how would I describe the experience? Thrill seeker as I am.. I got excited by these rides.. as soon as their speed notched up..&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mika.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/mika.gif" alt="stars in  eyes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blood was rushing through my veins.. adrenalin .. Heart beat gone berserk.. knowing.. wanting.. something great is gonna happen.. Hoping..  hoping some of their old unsafe ride's parts would fall off creating an accident.. a commotion.. chaos.. catastrophe .. Hahaha.. (Evil grin..) Honestly, These rides shouldn't be allowed to operate.&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rpmandx.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/rpmandx.gif" alt="no no no" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even the entrance and exit steps were so wobbly that you'd really feel one of the whatever-patched-up-material things supporting it would break anytime.&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gah.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/gah.gif" alt="gahh" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh well.. what would you expect?&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dizzy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/dizzy.gif" alt="dizzy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.. I almost forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th and probably THE BEST RIDE EVER; Making up for the dissatisfaction I've experienced on the first 3 rides.. and that is.. A bus ride heading home.. Gawk!&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=galatea.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/galatea.gif" alt="sing" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-1169643726692944717?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/1169643726692944717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=1169643726692944717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1169643726692944717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1169643726692944717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2008/01/karnibal.html' title='Karnibal'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/th_tralala.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-1207696058585252160</id><published>2008-01-19T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:37:54.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 10 years!</title><content type='html'>Haha.. Some of you guys might be wondering whats with the title.. Actually its an expression that some Filipino online gamers came up with. It is said to occurrences wherein something takes too long. Like for instance, casting magical skills &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture this: Flash Bar Loading.. 10 percent, 20.. 30.. &lt;/span&gt; "Ten years!" err never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. what does that have to do with what I'm gonna post today? Ten years!.. after ten long years! I finally found a way to recover my gmail/blogger password! &lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sigh.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/sigh.gif" alt="le sigh" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/sigh.. You heard me right.. Stupid ME lost mi password.. I guess that answers two questions huh? 1st.. whats about the phrase and last.. what took me so long to post again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything else.. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you guys&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=XD.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/XD.gif" alt="XD" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta lot of stories to tell.. How I grew up within a month's time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no.. really.. no kiddin' I'm serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mika.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/mika.gif" alt="stars in  eyes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How I fell "in" and "out" of love.. and "in" again? &lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blush2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/blush2.gif" alt="blush" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm.. but.. but.. I just don't feel like telling things that should be left behind, buried in the past.. &lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=peace.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/peace.gif" alt="peace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be hatin' ya'll on me now.. Blame google or gmail for their slowpoke kind of service on helping me retrieve my lost password.&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=psycho.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/psycho.gif" alt="with knife" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, anyway.. I've got a good.. uhmm no.. great.. errr.. SUPER GREAT SPECTACULAR FANTASTIC feeling about this year&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=waha.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/waha.gif" alt="wahaha" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I think its gonna be one heck of an adventure, thrilling, hardcore packed 2008 for me.. Come what may, I'll make sure I'm gonna update you guys with what adventures and misadventures I run into.. Sayonara for now.. Ja matta atode!&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bye.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/bye.gif" alt="bye" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks to photobucket's Killa the Thrilla for these crazy icon things found on my post.. I might use them regularly now.. ain't they adorable? &lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=galatea.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/galatea.gif" alt="sing" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah.. I miss this piece-of-crap-blog-site of mine so much &lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sad.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/sad.gif" alt="cry 2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-1207696058585252160?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/1207696058585252160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=1207696058585252160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1207696058585252160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1207696058585252160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-10-years.html' title='After 10 years!'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/KillaTheThrilla/smiley%20things/th_sigh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-1479672794564049949</id><published>2007-11-03T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:01:20.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Rollback</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an experiment. Process will delete every single memory from the the moment rollback has taken effect to the given time target.  Procedure is top secret and I myself wouldn't know how I did it when I get my brain warped back to past. Lets just say its a mix of astral projection, hypnotism and other paranormal practices not yet proven by science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target time: Random hours, minutes, seconds within date October 30, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective: Classified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: (Name: Classified) goes by the alias Josh Espi, Male, Asian, 22 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probability of success: 95 out of 100 (2.5 percent chance of subject's death as a result)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollback taking place in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:00:05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:00:04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:00:03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:00:02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:00:01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:00:00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-1479672794564049949?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/1479672794564049949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=1479672794564049949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1479672794564049949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1479672794564049949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/11/memory-rollback.html' title='Memory Rollback'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-686965456260750410</id><published>2007-10-30T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:54:25.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know how to start this post. All I know is, "I am mentally, emotionally and spiritually here but physically not".  It didn't occured to me that I AM  a GHOST until I noticed something strange as I went online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain it. All I know is I must do it quick. For some reasons, I've got a feeling that if I stay in this unknown form or I might stay like this forever. Worse, some other souls might find their way to my body and take full control over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back highschool I've been doing some research on Astral Projection, Near Death Experiences, Out of Body Experiences and the like.  Every time I try doing it on myself,  I fail, I fall asleep while doing these meditations. Now I've done it! But, must I be happy about it? I have proven myself something paranormal scientists couldn't even explain, I have become a GHOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof: (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't feel any part of my body,  Its just uhmm I feel cold, that's all I can feel. Unexplicable coldness, coldness from deep within not through the skin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am chatting right now with Winzton, Althea and Mike.. It bothers me I have set-up my status to Available yet they say I am invisible,(Invisible even to my self, I added myself to my friend's list yet its clear that I'm offline)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried playing my Ragnarok Online character.. Tried walking from Izlude dungeoun Byalan to Prontera's Middle Castle.. I am flooding the screen yet, everyone's ignoring me.. I can't even use the private message sending. Weird, I just have created my guild this afternoon and hey! I see no guild.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actually I have no idea how on earth can a ghost, like me, use a computer. Wait a minute let me try if the same works with other stuffs. Aha! my digicam..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! Stop these nonsense.. I'm dreaming.. this is a dream.. soon i'll wake up.. knowing everything's just a dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/untitled-5.jpg" border="0" height="97%" width="97%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Screenshot taken as soon as I realize something isn't normal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/untitled-5.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/Picture138.jpg" height="60%" width="60%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proof that above screenshot isn't edited taken in "ghost" form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/Picture138.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is creepy.. It really made every single strand of hair in my body stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking picture of MYSELF in my GHOST form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/untitled-6.jpg" height="80%" width="80%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was the last thing I remembered as a Ghost.. As soon as I hit the shutter button I was drawn into nothingness and then I woke up in my bed hearing nothing but my heartbeat and sweating all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/untitled-6.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PC still turned on.. Got my cam from my bag and I almost freaked out finding that these images posted above were real. I mean it really did exist. I really took the pictures,  I really have turned into this unknown entity.. a ghost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't end here.. There is just one last shot I wanted to show you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this one after I turned on the lights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Somehow the Photo managed to "Self-Destruct" itself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are these fumes? smoke? silhouette? Are they what we human call spirits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/Picture666.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a larger view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its up to you to discern things carefully. Believe it or not, it doesn't really matter to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I saw what I saw, felt what I felt, did what I have done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is my final thought about this matter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its the time of the year when souls of our departed love ones come and celebrate with us.. Its the time of the year when they roam this world freely.. Ghosts, Ghouls, Lost souls.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Hey!? who's that creepy person standing right behind, staring at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/Picture107.jpg" height="80%" width="80%" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-686965456260750410?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/686965456260750410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=686965456260750410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/686965456260750410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/686965456260750410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-7571870282381506794</id><published>2007-10-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:06:40.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JoshieMeister Retiring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"JoshieMeister" - Josh + Meister, A term coined by the stupid, no good, looser but loved Pirate Chef Gaigan. If you want to know why he calls me by that name.. 2 words ASK HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with me? This week I dumped/rejected 3 pretty ladies who obviously likes me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Well not really, In fact we "were" together. "Did" some crazy stuffs. (You know what I mean) well at least for a day. Shes nice, REALLY PRETTY I'd Give her 9 for over all quality out of ten. But still, theres something missing, we didn't click. I'm not into the "fun" stuff she offered me. Well for us "once is enough" felt sorry though for being first. Gomen nasai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was having lunch at Chowking when suddenly a group of 3 females approached my table, they were pretty uhmm I guess they were college students or.. err.. by the way they dress I'm 80 percent sure they were freshmen, I couldn't hear what they were babbling (I-pod on max volume playing songs of Start Trouble so I really won't hear a thing.)  Why would I bother listen ing(Baka solicitors lang mga yun nanghihingi offering for some club or org they're in I would usually say "pasensya studyante rin lang ako eh" malas nila I'm totally not in the mood for such.) Lalo na when I'm 100 percent sure I don't know them, (I don't talk to strangers) One of the girls placed a piece of paper on my table, well I really didn't give a damn. As soon as I got through with my meal, Lumingon ako and they were gone so I got curious whats written on the paper. To my amaze it says "Hi I'm Stephanie, You look antipatiko and it turns me on. By the way heres my number.. 09-something". Well as I said earlier, I wasn't in the mood for (anything?). So I got my phone, keyed in these words "Next time don't give your number to strangers, Malay mo rapist pala ako o mamamatay tao. Do not reply.. " I actually didn't send it.. Instead I called for the waiter who served me and told him "Pare, pinapabigay nung tatlong chicks kanina.. type ka daw nung isa" I wonder, nagkatuluyan kaya sila? Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kanina lang. For those who don't know, Its my nature to stare back at people who stares at me. Parang psychologycal game. First to turn his/her eyes away loses hahaha. And so it happened this lady err how do you say it "nagkabangaan ng tingin" and so I stared. And hell i wanna laugh kasi it showed she was uhmm "di mapakali" hahaha. Lets describe her first, she was the head turner type of girl, I don't know why I describe her that way, pero It is what she does. I lost count of the guys trying to catch her attention by doing epal moves (urgh! irritating) So I went on with our game. Then suddenly she got her phone screen facing me with words like these "09-something text me" I was shocked! She got it all wrong. Did she believe I was flirting with her? haha kawawang nilalang! So I smiled walked away. After a few seconds it struck me, "Ay tanga bat di ko kinuha yung number?" hahaha.. Too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm.. Whats with me? Maybe I'm just growing too old for this "joshiemeister" thing. Tumatanda na.. MEMORY GAP! lolx XD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-7571870282381506794?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/7571870282381506794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=7571870282381506794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/7571870282381506794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/7571870282381506794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/10/joshiemeister-retiring.html' title='JoshieMeister Retiring?'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-318435466581931889</id><published>2007-10-26T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:19:16.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kira Inside of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then suddenly it struck me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What would I do if I was choosen by a Shinigami (Death god) to own a Death note?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I put myself in the shoes of Yagami Light and be Kira? or refuse ownership?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/h4n1/Tempshot0007.jpg" height="350" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sharina sorry for stealing this from your files ^^ Its about time we reveal who you really are! haha just kiddin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sis Nami holding her Death Note &gt;.&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Death Note is a book held by a shinigami (Can be given to a human if a shinigami wishes to) which has the power to kill people if certain conditions are met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who don't know what I'm grumbling about.. some definitions from wikipedia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Death Note&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;デスノート&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Desu Nōto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese" title="Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="padding: 0pt 0.1em; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan" title="Japan"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manga" title="Manga"&gt;manga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; series created by the writer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsugumi_Ohba" title="Tsugumi Ohba"&gt;Tsugumi Ohba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and illustrator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Takeshi_Obata" title="Takeshi Obata"&gt;Takeshi Obata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. The series primarily centers around a high school student who decides to rid the world of evil with the help of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supernatural" title="Supernatural"&gt;supernatural&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Notebook" title="Notebook"&gt;notebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; that kills anyone whose name is written in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eath Note&lt;/span&gt; was first serialized by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shueisha" title="Shueisha"&gt;Shueisha&lt;/a&gt; in the Japanese manga magazine &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weekly_Shonen_Jump" title="Weekly Shonen Jump"&gt;Weekly Shonen Jump&lt;/a&gt; from the first issue in December 2003 to May 2006, with 108 chapters in total. The series has been published in its entirety in 12 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tank%C5%8Dbon" title="Tankōbon"&gt;tankōbon&lt;/a&gt; volumes in Japan and in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_America" title="North America"&gt;North America&lt;/a&gt;. The series has been adapted into a pair of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Live-action" title="Live-action"&gt;live-action&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Film" title="Film"&gt;films&lt;/a&gt; released in Japan on June 17, 2006 and November 3, 2006 and an anime series which aired in Japan fromOctober 3, 2006 to June 26, 2007. Also, a novelization of the series, written by light novelist &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishin_Nishio" title="Ishin Nishio"&gt;Ishin Nishio&lt;/a&gt;, was released in Japan on August 1, 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes indeed it's an anime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Death Note&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; anime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;directed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetsur%C5%8D_Araki" title="Tetsurō Araki"&gt;Tetsurō Araki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and animated by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madhouse_%28company%29" title="Madhouse (company)"&gt;Madhouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, began airing in Japan on October 3, 2006 and finished its run on June 26, 2007 totaling 37 twenty-minute episodes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Facts taken from wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plot:&lt;/span&gt; Yagami is an extremely intelligent young man who resents the crime and corruption in the world. His life undergoes a drastic change when he discovers a mysterious notebook, known as the "Death Note", lying on the ground in the year 2003. The Death Note's instructions claim that if a human's name is written within it that person shall die. Light is initially skeptical of the Death Note's authenticity, believing it is just a prank. However, after experimenting with it and killing two criminals, Light is forced to admit that the Death Note is real. After meeting with the previous owner of the Death Note, a&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shinigami named Ryuk, Light seeks to become "the God of the new world" by passing his judgment on criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon, the number of inexplicable deaths of reported criminals catches the attention of the International Police Organization and a mysterious detective known only as "&lt;i&gt;L&lt;/i&gt;". L quickly learns that the serial killer, dubbed by the public as "&lt;i&gt;Kira&lt;/i&gt;" (derived from the Japanese pronunciation of the word "&lt;i&gt;Killer&lt;/i&gt;"), is located in Japan. L also concludes that Kira can kill people without laying a finger on them. Light realizes that L will be his greatest nemesis, and a game of psychological cat and mouse between the two begins. I don't wanna be a spoiler so watch the series yourself ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/deathnote-instructions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trivia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;People's Republic of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some schools in Shenyang, China have banned the manga after some of their students started to tease friends and teachers by altering a notebook to resemble a Death Note and writing their names in them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The newspaper &lt;i&gt;Shenyang Night Report&lt;/i&gt; called &lt;i&gt;Death Note&lt;/i&gt; "poison, creating wicked hearts".&lt;sup id="_ref-shenyang_1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Note#_note-shenyang" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Others however, including one major Chinese newspaper, felt that the ban is an overreaction and is inappropriate&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beijing also has a ban on "horror stories" around schools to protect the "physical and mental health" of students, which includes local adaptations of &lt;i&gt;Death Note&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;sup id="_ref-Beijing_0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Note#_note-Beijing" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; China itself is likewise trying to weed out pirated copies of the books and television series, as well other Japanese horror magazines, where no legal publication house prints it. Wang Song of the National Anti-piracy and Anti-pornography Working Committee has said that the series "misleads innocent children and distorts their mind and spirit".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Belgian_murder" id="Belgian_murder"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Belgian murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;On September 28, 2007 two notes stating "Watashi wa Kira dess" (I am Kira, with "desu" misspelled) were found near the unidentified remains of aCaucasian male. Nothing was found on or near the victim besides these two notes. Belgian police are investigating the matter further.&lt;sup id="_ref-18" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Note#_note-18" title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My thoughts..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If ever a real Shinigami exists and hands me a Death note. I wonder, who would I kill first?&lt;br /&gt;(evil grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Kira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pass judgment to those who deserves it. Justice Righteousness.. Maybe not.. I'm not God.. No one can play God, except for Him and only Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Search &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://veoh.com/"&gt;Veoh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for episodes. Depends on the demand, I "might" stream episodes here as well..&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/34313237-318435466581931889?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/318435466581931889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=318435466581931889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/318435466581931889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/318435466581931889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/10/then-suddenly-it-struck-me-what-would-i.html' title='Kira Inside of Us'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-7443655138033407827</id><published>2007-10-25T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:15:13.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Piece 327</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/videodetails2.swf?player=videodetailsembedded&amp;amp;type=v&amp;amp;permalinkId=v1354936C4hP7ydm&amp;amp;id=anonymous" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Online Videos by Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo at You Tube!!! FUNimation Copyright My Ass!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-7443655138033407827?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/7443655138033407827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=7443655138033407827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/7443655138033407827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/7443655138033407827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-piece-327_25.html' title='One Piece 327'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-3129824058083834820</id><published>2007-10-15T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:17:18.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity Above Odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Ever wondered what kept me busy these past few weeks? Read on..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden jolt brought me back to my senses; I can still feel the rush of pressure between my nerves and bones. Checking my scanner, I see the Corite Ranger sprawled beneath my BMAU drowned in a pool of blood. Training my sensors for a next target, I’ve noticed the skirmishes against Corites were successful. Time to finish them off, I thought. As I was about to push the booster forward, a new order was given through the commlink, “All troops engaging the retreating Corites return here at BCC, prepare to support Accretian side.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was Oski, the one councilman revered most, as being a charismatic leader and brilliant strategist during his reign as Archon, was the one who announced the order. We were still hot and pushing hard on the Corites, but upon hearing those commands we stopped dead on our tracks and despite the heat of adrenalin still coursing through our veins, we went back to our control chip and reestablished positions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After quick systems check I heard another transmission from Oski, “Requesting more troops here in Crags, BCC threatened by Cora and Accretia.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Within moments, Imperial troops blitzed and crashed with the Eastern Defense Wing. Explosions and clangs of steel were heard, as sound from launcher fire and Accretian steel was met with resistance from our side. Various elements from guilds like: Mistah, ClanRogueWolf, HolyOrder, Brethren, and Dreadnaughts immediately rushed forward to impede the Accretian advance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s been more than 2hrs since we’ve been forced to hold position and protect our chip. Both the Corites and Accretians took turns on breaking our lines. We have remained steadfast though. Every wave of attack was fended off, each time we defended successfully, our motivation got stronger and we pushed harder. But it has a backside; we were getting worn out. Some have fallen due to fatigue; others are now being tended by the Force Healers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have already exhausted all my BMAU drops; the first three have been carted out for repairs on the MAU bay in Solus. And the last one I’m using is already battered plus its sub-ammo is depleted. Great, I mused. One desperate all out charge mounted simultaneously by both Cora and Accretia, if that happens, we’re all done for. Scouting reports and spies have given us needed updates to prepare for each ensuing assault. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like thunder and lightning, Cora and Accretia assaulted both sides concurrently. The Archon, 26Red was at the forefront of the wing facing Accretia while Councilman, CZCisco stood at the helm of us defending the Cora side. “Calling all Federal troops, we need you here in Crag Mines! Cora and Accretia are attacking BCC!” Oski shouted over the commlink. With grim determination, we fought back as we were being pushed back to our portal. Casualties mounted on all sides, it was the moment of truth, if we fallback, either Cora or Accretia will win all hardships rendered on this war. Exhausted and worn down, Bellatos started to fall, side by side. We were losing ground… Both fronts are pressing their advance while we were slowly pulling back. A rout on one wing would result for the entire Federation army to retreat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fresh troops and mobile reinforcements arrived; they led a counterattack surprising the enemy. Those who were about to retreat, immediately reformed their lines. Tooth and nail, we met their charge and fought back. Focus fire on each individual entwined by a spell or MAU’s net while area of effect attacks were performed in synchronous motion. Spell Casters and High ranked Rangers nuked with renewed vigor, while Berzerkers and Shield Millers steadily advanced as BMAUs darted in and out to harass and batter the enemy lines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were still in the heat of battle when notification came; the wartime limit has already reached its conclusion. The battle for control of the mines has finally ended. The control chips have lost their power to contain the Keeper. We didn’t get to mine at the core, or receive the plums accorded for this war, but we won. We won by virtue of being united and standing firm amidst odds faced. That fact we successfully protected our Control Chip despite numerous attacks, and remained united was already victory in its purest way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I recall that war, it was not for personal gain or glory that I fought for, it was more than that. I can still hear the shouts of fellow Federation troops; victory was never sweeter than anything I’ve felt before. It still echoes in my mind, tuned with the beats of my heart, this is what we fight for; this is what we believe in and this is what we live for and it shared spot with the virtue each Bellato had that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Unity and Freedom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An Inspirational True Story By Genesis S. Bildan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now do you know where I've been these days?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been to WAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rfonline.ph/"&gt;Get RF Online! Be A Part Of Altrax - Bellato Federation.. Join us To WAR! For Freedom!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-3129824058083834820?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/3129824058083834820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=3129824058083834820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3129824058083834820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3129824058083834820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/10/unity-above-odds.html' title='Unity Above Odds'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-5360795730439770680</id><published>2007-09-07T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:24:13.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Piece 322</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; don't fail me! ^^ hope they won't take this off you yube. I wonder though why &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Veoh&lt;/a&gt; haven't uploaded thier OP latest episode? hmm.. Special thanks to &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/kagebushin973"&gt;kagebushin973&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the uploads. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_LL6hZKFwY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LY0P-RepRL8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/33hkLaN0eJ0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow! Orange! Ow! Grape! Ow! Apple! Damn it Nikko Robin! Damn it!! Hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-5360795730439770680?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/5360795730439770680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=5360795730439770680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5360795730439770680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5360795730439770680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-piece-322.html' title='One Piece 322'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-4046075644899427125</id><published>2007-09-07T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T07:17:43.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Fun Things You Can Do Inside an Elevator</title><content type='html'>1.Wave hands wildly at invisible flies buzzing around your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Make race car noises when anyone gets on or off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask: "Got enough air in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaftgo "plink" at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce: "I've got new socks on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back: "Oh, not now... motion sickness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Bet the other passengers you can fit a quarter in your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Frown and mutter "gotta go, gotta go" then sigh and say "oops!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Show other passengers a wound and ask if it looks infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Walk on with a cooler that says "human head" on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce "You're one of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Leave a box between the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Ask each passenger getting on if you can push the button for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Wear a puppet on your hand and talk to other passengers "through" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Start a sing-along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.When the elevator is silent, look around and ask "is that your cellphone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your "personal space."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Announce in a demonic voice: "I must find a more suitable host body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22."Carry a blanket and clutch it protectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.If anyone brushes against you, recoil and holler "Bad touch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.While the doors are opening, hurriedly whisper, "Hide it...quick!" then whistle innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Fart ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-4046075644899427125?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/4046075644899427125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=4046075644899427125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/4046075644899427125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/4046075644899427125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/09/25-fun-things-you-can-do-inside.html' title='25 Fun Things You Can Do Inside an Elevator'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-3841612439793139060</id><published>2007-09-06T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T07:19:16.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does First Love Really Never Dies?</title><content type='html'>Of all the lovers you had before who you think stays forever in your heart? Funny as it seems, but the very first person who you loved and made you cry, uhmm well, I guess, lasts forever (no period here.. I still have to prove this first handed..) We'll it's just a thought. I'm currently at a relationship right now and everythings going just fine, as a typical relationship shoud be. But there are those days when I sit alone and think of all the people I've met and lost. I remember thier faces, voices, but not the feeling. The opposite happens when I think of my first love or girlfriend or either which way you may call it, corny as it seems but true. I dont understand why? Is it normal? She isn't the most special girl I could think of, but shes the only one that burns me, searing my heart with pain and I couldn't explain how or why. Is this normal? I don't want to talk about it further, for I might breakdown again and start transforming into my emo side (sucks). If anyone who reads this and suffers the same situation, please hit me back with a comment. I dont wanna live and die with an unsettled past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-3841612439793139060?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/3841612439793139060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=3841612439793139060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3841612439793139060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3841612439793139060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/09/does-first-love-really-never-die.html' title='Does First Love Really Never Dies?'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-4377989372383370077</id><published>2007-09-03T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:13:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Real?" Ghost Story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PC6A19Lp9I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PC6A19Lp9I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..You judge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-4377989372383370077?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/4377989372383370077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=4377989372383370077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/4377989372383370077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/4377989372383370077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/09/real-ghost-story.html' title='A &quot;Real?&quot; Ghost Story..'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-2339373613700833770</id><published>2007-09-03T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:42:59.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti Emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEJDGLF-e18" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to the the few who got bitten by the "emo bug" and yet, struggling really hard to shake it off.. But if you love staying that way.. Then skip this post and die! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-2339373613700833770?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/2339373613700833770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=2339373613700833770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2339373613700833770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2339373613700833770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/09/anti-emo.html' title='Anti Emo'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-7094003083707699413</id><published>2007-09-02T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:32:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you run to so far? (Again..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I turning to something I despise? (Emo?) No! I am not Emo! And I swear I'll never be one. I'll be over this.. soon..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted this question a special friend asked me. With it, rises much more complicated questions. I don't know.. I can't answer it all.. Though I'd really love to.. I couldn't find the answers.. Where am I?.. Who am I?.. What have I become??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days, weeks, I've turned into something different, something, not me. As I've said before, I don't know the answers to these questions. I'm getting older as each second fly by. I'm running out of time. But.. Hell.. I cant move.. I'm helpless.. ..Somebody.. Anybody.. Help me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-7094003083707699413?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/7094003083707699413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=7094003083707699413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/7094003083707699413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/7094003083707699413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-do-you-run-to-so-far-again.html' title='Where do you run to so far? (Again..)'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-3707050150599085583</id><published>2007-08-31T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:10:44.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Jam..</title><content type='html'>Dear Jam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling very well today. This past few days I've been living hell here on earth and I don't know when will it stop. My life is a mess I guess it all started when I was born. I guess I really was't meant to be living at all. I'm just a huge mistake. I wasn't born out of love like you normal people do. I never had parents. Funny, when I was at grade school I bragged about me being independent and needed no one at all to go on living my life. Same thing happened at my early highschool years. 'Til it strucked me, I'm missing something, something I really longed for since I was a kid. Of course I had someone watched over me, hell I never was treated a child, a son. I never felt how it feels like having someone to guide you all through out. I was smart, I am smart! I never fell out of our school's top ranking students, grade school that is. Highschool? I tasted fun, and got addicted to it, leaving all the important things behind. I said I was smart and I am! I graduated highschool effortlessly. College? My first real taste of freedom. Living miles away from the people who treated me like a slave, like a dog. Learned about bad things that I thought was nice, worth trying, and I tried them, and I couldn't stop. Ignored the fact, though I know, that I was being lured by evil to its very depths. He succeded. Now I'm all alone, left in this unknown cold, dark, eerie, scary place. But still I'm struggling, fighting my way back to where I should be. I guess its too late because every time I emerge on top and start my journey all over again, I always end up at the wrong path, back to the darkness. I dont know, I'm close to giving up. Maybe I really don't want to leave this place, maybe deep inside me I've grown to love this place. Maybe the the truth is, I find comfort and warmth in this dark cold solitude. As I go deeper to where I am. I keep on blaming a lot of people. But in the end.. I end up blaming no one but myself.. And it came up to me just now.. I am not smart.. I am the most stupid being alive.. Its just my illusion, I am smart.. The existence of my entity alone is a sin.. Maybe I was really born to be evil.. I don't know.. I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-En-en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Send my regards to Scarlet..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-3707050150599085583?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/3707050150599085583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=3707050150599085583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3707050150599085583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3707050150599085583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/letter-to-jam.html' title='A Letter to Jam..'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-3657850012916909930</id><published>2007-08-29T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:23:42.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Piece 321st Episode</title><content type='html'>No wonder the 320th episode took so long.. I guess they did it on purpose for us to enjoy both the 320th and the 321st episodes much better.. Oh, well.. here it is &gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stormberry.tv/viewVideo.php?urlVideoID=v1053375RbxQpNNk&amp;src=veoh"&gt;Episode 321&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt; Enjoy! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-3657850012916909930?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/3657850012916909930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=3657850012916909930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3657850012916909930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3657850012916909930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-piece-321st-episode.html' title='One Piece 321st Episode'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-2565983393056286247</id><published>2007-08-25T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:05:25.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Ways to be Romantic</title><content type='html'>Original post by: &lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/2007/06/ways-to-be-romantic-on-the-cheap/" target="_blank" yyn8d="0" vi8w7="0"&gt;zenhabits.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revised by: Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuffs stated here works for married couples only. Feel free do the rest ^^ ..or if you think you're ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook a romantic dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give a full-body massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack a sunset picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick wild flowers on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burn a CD with love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give dark chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read poetry together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare strawberries with fondue chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snuggle together on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave little love notes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send a love text every day. (Or every hour or every minute if you can ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a moonlit walk on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snuggle together while watching romantic movies (Try My Sassy Girl and The Classic.. I'm a sucker for Korean romance movies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get good wine, watch shooting stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a bath together (use bubbles!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring home good coffee or a decadent sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a walk down memory lane - visit some of the special places from your early days of dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make warm chocolate cake for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a scrapbook with photos, mementos, and little notes from you lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride a ferris wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sneak away from a party and make out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring home great take-out, and light some candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fix something or fix up the house just to make your partner happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slow dance to romantic music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a nap together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss slowly, touching his or her back and neck and nape - slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a list of everything you love about him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a love letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clip or email things that make you think of him or her, every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a movie, ignore the movie, and make out like teen-agers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Groom yourself, and try to look good for your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take some quiet time and talk about your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write little notes, one for each way he or she drives you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feed each other grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recreate your partner’s favorite romantic movie scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretend you’re going on a first date - show up at the door with flowers, all dressed up, with your car washed and cleaned, looking spiffy. Recreate the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create a little box with a bunch of your partner’s favorite things inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint each other with flavored body paint. Be creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try some sexy role-playing. Get dressed up, be daring, have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give a little token to your partner to wear, and say it’s to remind him or her all day that you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing a favorite song to him or her. Only do this if you can sing fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have dinner on the roof, with some candles. This doesn’t work if your roof slopes sharply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold hands, and walk somewhere with lots of pretty lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say I love you. In a different way, every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blindfold your partner. Use a feather. Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Declare your love, very publicly. (Emphasis on this.. LOVE not LUST.. Respect your partner for others to respect him/her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fruit or berries and freshly made whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play RnB music. Do what comes naturally. Slowly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Practice Safe .. ^^ Show your partner you care for him/her by being responsible.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Better safe than sorry *wink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-2565983393056286247?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/2565983393056286247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=2565983393056286247' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2565983393056286247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2565983393056286247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/50-ways-to-be-romantic.html' title='50 Ways to be Romantic'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-5442226039430411934</id><published>2007-08-24T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:04:39.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Piece 320</title><content type='html'>Finally!!! &lt;em&gt;Demmet!&lt;/em&gt; After 2 weeks! It is finally here! Welcome &lt;em&gt;Aniki&lt;/em&gt; to the crew!!! &lt;em&gt;Gambare Mugiwara Kaizoku&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stormberry.tv/viewVideo.php?urlVideoID=youtubex2sh5a_one-piece-320-raw_family&amp;amp;src=youtube" target="blank_"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt; to watch One Piece episode 320&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-5442226039430411934?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/5442226039430411934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=5442226039430411934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5442226039430411934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5442226039430411934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-piece-320.html' title='One Piece 320'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-7910939301131031401</id><published>2007-08-24T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:09:33.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week</title><content type='html'>And I'm glad its over. Just finished my Midterms exminations, resubmitted my classcards for class re-entry, lost my school I.D., lost my examination permit, my enrollment form, permanently dropped two of my major subjects, haven't seen my girl for a week now, crappy internet connection, sick, lost my school notes and soaked my chucks totally wet! What else could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weekend and I've got 4 days to rest and put myself together..&lt;br /&gt;Need to regenerate lost vitality and mana.. lolx..&lt;br /&gt;Need to figure out what went wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope next week would be much much better than this week.. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-7910939301131031401?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/7910939301131031401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=7910939301131031401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/7910939301131031401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/7910939301131031401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/hell-week.html' title='Hell Week'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-4551866126569625212</id><published>2007-08-19T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:17:21.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Games &amp; MMORPGs: Is it a mirror of the real world? [ENTRY]</title><content type='html'>Since I'll be joining GM T's Blog Writing Contest. I think this is the best opportunity for the very last GM who has my and my clan's respect, to know why most of us loyal gamers burned out of the game we all loved and why still, a few stayed with high hopes and faith that someday, everything will go back to normal where we could live our lives in a place where we once called home, &lt;a href="http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/07/dedicated-to-my-beloved-home-midgard.html"&gt;MIDGARD&lt;/a&gt; (Please click for full post, may contain things you don't want to read about, but it is my blog, I wrote it.. It is reality.. at least, for me..) For my credibility I'll leave it as it is.. I wont edit a single word since that day I wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real world? Good thing we are Filipinos. If were not, then maybe we'd go insane with how should we define "REAL" from Real World ^^ I'd say this because, come'on take a look around!? Read the news papers? What's making the headlines? 15 of our soldiers being killed because of mindless assaults to those do-no-good rebels? Whose fault? Multi-Million worth, Luxury cars "that word again" mindlessly being crashed/thrashed to smitherins? The cost of  a set of wheels from those babies would provide a good starting capital for maybe a small &lt;em&gt;sari-sari&lt;/em&gt; store which would really be a great help for a poor filipino family, a really great help, &lt;em&gt;kung inisip lang nila&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words would best describe my point of view with the Real World.. "Greed and Corruption"&lt;br /&gt;Does it exist in MMORPGs? Mahirap na magsalita.. But I have faith in "them".. If I don't, I won't be playing Ragnarok, RF and Perfect World Online and a casual game from the other online games provider company anymore would'nt I? ^^ Lets leave that part to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really would be hurting for GM T's side if we compare the real world with MMORPGs. Well, I'm not pertaining to LUG's Games here but the whole MMORPGs as well as those MMORPGs I have'nt played yet. &lt;em&gt;Sa una lang masaya, &lt;/em&gt;Like the real world. When you were born and started learning things, 3-5 years old maybe. All you care about is playing, eating and sleeping. Until you get older, things go from bad to worse. Things become complicated, life isn't fun anymore. There maybe times when you wish you could go back being a child again. Where everything is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMORPG; I was an open beta player for Ragnarok Online Philippines, the first ever MMORPG to ever hit the Philippines. I remember cutting classes (Don't follow my lead &gt;.&lt;) just to play the game from a local internet cafe. I remember skipping meals just to save my &lt;em&gt;baon&lt;/em&gt; so i could purchase game cards to continue playing the game. It was fun, It really was.. I get to meet new friends everyday. We'd sit somewhere and call it our &lt;em&gt;tambayan &lt;/em&gt;and take screenshots&lt;em&gt; "picture picture muna" &lt;/em&gt;for keepsakes&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;It was fun.. I miss those days.. Those days when we would sit somewhere for hours and make fun of anything that pops up. &lt;em&gt;Yun ang buhay Ragnarok dati.. Kahit level down dahil sa trippings, ok lang.. ang importante masaya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to those days? Its all gone.. It was fun while it lasted.. Maybe that is the mirror of life. As we grow older things become much more complicated. I remember my &lt;em&gt;Lolo's &lt;/em&gt;words, "&lt;em&gt;Noon, halos lahat ng mga tao magkakakilala, magkakaibigan&lt;/em&gt;" now "Its mind your own business" and "Make friends with the strongest, most powerful and influential people" I can clearly see now what my &lt;em&gt;Lolo&lt;/em&gt; felt while saying those words. And it really makes me sad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-4551866126569625212?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/4551866126569625212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=4551866126569625212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/4551866126569625212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/4551866126569625212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/online-games-mmorpgs-is-it-mirror-of_19.html' title='Online Games &amp; MMORPGs: Is it a mirror of the real world? [ENTRY]'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-7069850879388550768</id><published>2007-08-19T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:16:58.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Games &amp; MMORPGs: Is it a mirror of the real world?</title><content type='html'>A topic! A topic! yay! Its been weeks now since I posted a "real" entry. I'm really having a hard time thinking about something to write about after this looooooooong holiday. Can we really call it a holiday? since it is the late Ninoy Aquino's death anniversary that we could really consider a real holiday, so can we call suspension of classes, due to bad weather, holidays? I'll research on that. We'll anyway, I've been growing roots now on my desktop seat for I have absolutely nothing to do. Since typhoon Egay I did nothing but stay up all day and night trying to figure out what to do with my oh so boring life. Been playing a couple of on-line games &lt;a href="http://levelupgames.ph/"&gt;RF-Online&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://levelupgames.ph/"&gt;Ragnarok Online&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://levelupgames.ph/"&gt;Perfect World Online&lt;/a&gt; and a little bit of &lt;a href="http://levelupgames.ph/"&gt;Flyff&lt;/a&gt;. Well that has nothing to do with my post's topic/title. Well, since most of my friends, blog writers and readers alike are almost, if not all, avid mmorpg players/addicts ^^ I would like to share this opportunity (Specially to the blog writers) to inform you guys that you could win cool stuffs by simply writing something about the given topic/title &lt;strong&gt;"Online Games &amp;amp; MMORPGs: Is it a mirror of the real world?" &lt;/strong&gt;for more information check out &lt;a href="http://gmtristan.com/contest-gmtristancom-group-writing-project/"&gt;GM T's blog&lt;/a&gt;. And in-case one of you guys win, &lt;em&gt;Akin na lang Jacket or kahit na yung T-shirt lang&lt;/em&gt; :D just kiddin'! but on second thought.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;As for my entry? I don't know, maybe I'll just recycle some of my old posts or inhale fresh air from the outside world for some really good ideas to come. For those who are going to try it GOOD LUCK! and don't forget my balato! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;em&gt;Yung Poring Doll na lang pala&lt;/em&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another P.S. &lt;em&gt;Could this be a valid entry since it has the title on it? hmm.. haha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-7069850879388550768?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/7069850879388550768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=7069850879388550768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/7069850879388550768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/7069850879388550768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/online-games-mmorpgs-is-it-mirror-of.html' title='Online Games &amp; MMORPGs: Is it a mirror of the real world?'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-6320139221831242494</id><published>2007-08-09T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:11:18.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As requested.. ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WCwRqH4KPYU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WCwRqH4KPYU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g2nF1GawLVY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g2nF1GawLVY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LN1oamEvSQs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LN1oamEvSQs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old stuffs.. Nuff said ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-6320139221831242494?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/6320139221831242494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=6320139221831242494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/6320139221831242494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/6320139221831242494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-requested.html' title='As requested.. ^^'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-1462628343580012300</id><published>2007-08-08T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:26:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dadada ^^</title><content type='html'>YEAH!!! Finally heres a clip worth watching from YouTube!!! Dadada featuring my second most favorite webcam artists (Definitely, second to us.. if you watched our very own "halaga" you'll know what I mean.) lol. Drum rolls please.. Give it up for Back Dorm Boys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2mmek-ObLM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2mmek-ObLM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-1462628343580012300?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/1462628343580012300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=1462628343580012300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1462628343580012300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1462628343580012300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/dadada.html' title='Dadada ^^'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-4442606015137798543</id><published>2007-08-08T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:06:47.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Piece Mania!!! (319th Latest Episode)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got bored with waiting for the 320th (Latest "supposedly" subbed) One Piece episode. It was announced on the 319th that the next episode would be out on August 8.. IT IS AUGUST 8!!! I want my One Piece 320!!! Meanwhile, I'll be posting reliable links to the latest subbed One Piece episodes, 'cause Youtube won't allow uploading them due to copyright issues *sigh. 320 isn't up yet so here is 319.. ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: Spoiler for those who haven't watched the complete CP9/Enies Lobby Episodes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stormberry.tv/viewVideo.php?urlVideoID=v867901TjzgD7CB&amp;amp;src=veoh" target="blank_"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Piece 319&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-4442606015137798543?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/4442606015137798543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=4442606015137798543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/4442606015137798543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/4442606015137798543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-piece-mania.html' title='One Piece Mania!!! (319th Latest Episode)'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-5260265884669950339</id><published>2007-08-07T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:40:40.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Missed all my classes (AGAIN) today. Reason? I'm not feeling well.. Yesterday, I strolled along the seashore with someone special.. I really had fun, though I was soaking wet because of the heavy rain.. "Astig nga eh" Seems liked we owned the whole beach resort for no one dared swimming while it rained.. "Maybe they were afraid of getting wet.. under the rain that is.." hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if i got this fever from getting my self wet from the rain or for some other reasons. I wasn't sure because I already felt feverish even before I got to school. Hmmm.. nevermind that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my &lt;a href="http://www.perfectworld.ph/"&gt;Perfect World&lt;/a&gt; character to level 20! yipee!! well that's my reward for staying home sick. lolx.. Got nothing much to say.. It sure really is boring staying home the whole day doing nothing at all. I need to go back to action. I miss my classes.. Been absent for almost three weeks now.. I just couldn't figure out why on earth haven't I recieved any temporary classcard dropping notice.. I know I must be happy with this news, but it feels really weird.. Weird in a sense that all my mischiefs are (once again) going unpunished..  Luck? I hope so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-5260265884669950339?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/5260265884669950339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=5260265884669950339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5260265884669950339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5260265884669950339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-640541916325285011</id><published>2007-08-07T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:01:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Side</title><content type='html'>Time to FINALLY change it.. Pressing Issues was fun.. Specially with the Nudity portions and oh the Safety Issues too, everything was nice and thank God it ran smoothly too.. My first ever blog that REALLY brought traffic and interest in readers.. Sad to say all good things come to an end, this is the end of the show.. I've lost my interest with making tiny issues big enough for everyone who pass-by notice.. Grew tired of politics, scandals and attitude problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank the readers who shared thier precious time giving thoughts and points of view regarding various matters that were brought up.. I'm gonna miss those PROs and CONs T_T REALLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be sad, because Abysmal Poring is staying. Yes you heard me right ^^ This time the show will be called "This Side.." and it will not just be centered exclusively on lame culture crashes or political skirmishes, We'd dig deeper than that and fly higher than that. What I mean is, we'll be tackling on issues too big for the human brain to handle and at the same time nonsense things that may tickle your fancies or leave you clueless at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On This Side, I may write full detailed articles about World War 2 and write about Ice Creams and Lollies next ^^ Just as quickly as switching channels from a T.V. remote control.. Now this is fun.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This Side" is inspired by a song with the same title sang by the band Nickel Creek. You can listen that song on my previous post &lt;a href="http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/rain-rain-please-stay.html"&gt;Rain Rain.. Please Stay.. &lt;/a&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This Side" now officialy up! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-640541916325285011?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/640541916325285011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=640541916325285011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/640541916325285011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/640541916325285011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-side.html' title='This Side'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-2666585078057438161</id><published>2007-08-06T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:13:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain.. Please Stay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/FrOIs_PtD4/autoShuffle=true/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/FrOIs_PtD4/autoShuffle=true/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="290" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped cLasses.. I dont feel like going..&lt;br /&gt;Its pouring heavily outside..&lt;br /&gt;And It really would be nice cuddling someone while listening to these songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug me?!! Anyone?!! Pweety Pweez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Mushy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-2666585078057438161?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/2666585078057438161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=2666585078057438161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2666585078057438161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2666585078057438161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/rain-rain-please-stay.html' title='Rain Rain.. Please Stay..'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-3350060804526021503</id><published>2007-08-06T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:03:11.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Shooting (Problems with my blog and ALCOHOL)</title><content type='html'>Found this funny troubleshooting guide somewhere on the net and I just felt like sharing it with you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/alcohol-f.png" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the default template.. I'll be upgrading it as soon as I get the time.. All previous links will be up as soon as I upgrade it.. New links exchange are welcome too ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-3350060804526021503?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/3350060804526021503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=3350060804526021503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3350060804526021503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/3350060804526021503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/trouble-shooting-problems-with-my-blog.html' title='Trouble Shooting (Problems with my blog and ALCOHOL)'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-1112643651471817334</id><published>2007-08-06T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:28:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greatest Achivements In Life</title><content type='html'>1. Smoked Weed (Updated recently good thing it wasn't marijuana..  Found out it was just a kretek cigarette.. No Marijuana content on that i repeat.. Lucky me, I'm clean!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Fired A Gun At Someone&lt;br /&gt;3. Had My Very Own Video Scandal&lt;br /&gt;4. Slapped A Lady's Face&lt;br /&gt;5. Used My Tuition Fee On "Other" Expenses&lt;br /&gt;6. Danced Mano-A-Mano with a Stripper on a Strip Club&lt;br /&gt;7. Shaved My ..... and wounded it on the process (eww! gross!!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Killed Someone&lt;br /&gt;9. Had ... In Public (Good thing nobody noticed haha ^^)&lt;br /&gt;10. This Number Is Reserved For Both of Us ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll really.. You think it's fun? no.. its not.. I'm a living testimony to the old saying "NASA HULI ANG PAGSISISI.." Don't do what I've done.. We'll if you insist then feel free to ask me about "number ten"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-1112643651471817334?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/1112643651471817334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=1112643651471817334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1112643651471817334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/1112643651471817334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-greatest-achivements-in-life.html' title='My Greatest Achivements In Life'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-2553428595864745131</id><published>2007-08-06T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:15:03.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Touch</title><content type='html'>Good thing I've set my template to default and read my blog title and it's description. Yay! I've strayed for so long going so far-far- away. Alright then lets go back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys watched this video about prisoners doing this so-called "algorithm dances" from you tube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here its is.. and heres the link for more of it.. &gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=hMnk7lh9M3o"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt; funny thing is i wasn't really paying that much attention to the video clip, but to the people who commented on it.. some say they're "proud to be pinoy" because of such feat showing cooperation and such discipline amongst the people least expected, the inn-mates that is. And some badmouthed haters saying "fuck this.. fuck that.. blah blah.. shameless criminals" haha.. Can't believe that even on youtube you'll find gay stuffs like these, flaming each other.. And I thought only our government have such problems with PRO and ANTI (Administration and Opposition sides). Maybe there is really no hope for unity at all.. We, Filipino people pray for unity amongst men (Specially among our government officials) and yet here we are not thinking about our comments and how it would affect other people. Its like saying.. "I want world peace.. but.. if you look down on me I'll bring my whole crew up and bust your ass!" lolx.. world peace indeed.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-2553428595864745131?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/2553428595864745131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=2553428595864745131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2553428595864745131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2553428595864745131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/08/losing-my-touch.html' title='Losing My Touch'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-5216803046758244441</id><published>2007-07-20T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:10:16.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This space is dedicated in loving memory of Maigue Joaquin M. Espinosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all who never had the chance to see the beauty of this world.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-5216803046758244441?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/5216803046758244441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=5216803046758244441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5216803046758244441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/5216803046758244441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/07/prayers.html' title='Prayers..'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-2073307978032864132</id><published>2007-07-01T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:46:53.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated To My Beloved Home.. MIDGARD..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;(The Real Meaning of Ragnarok.. "End of Everything" or is it?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitions of Terms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pRO, Ragnarok - A Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bot - Automatic pilot software that allows you to play the game even if you are AFK, Used/Abused for fast leveling up and harvesting zenny (in-game currency), Illegal software, but due to its widespread amongst players it was then announced to be legal by maam Shiela Paul(ex LUG pRO marketing Manager)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dupers - Greedy people/players who exploit game bugs to duplicate rare and expensive in-game items for zenny gain or even real life money gain, really greedy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUG - Level Up Games, The local company that runs the game, visit their website www.leveupgames.ph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GM - Game Master, In-game helpers/police from the company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS - Blacksmith, one of the in-game character job/class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GH(Glast Heim), Commodo - Town/map/place from the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ganito kuwento niyan eh.. nung una sa isang server siguro mga 2-5 percent lang ang nag bobot.. nung una nag baban sila.. hanggang sa tinamad na sila.. tapos nagkatunugan "uy pare di na sila nag baban ng players" hanggang sa dumami botters.. tapos eto namang LUG inaccept na nila na legal ang bot.. inaccept kasi nag escalate na siya to the point na di na nila macontrol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Parang tire rin yan ng sasakyan.. pag nabutas di mo agad tinapalan lalaki yan to the point na di na masolusyunan ng vulcanize at kailangan mo ng magpalit ng gulong.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Saka disiplina na rin sa players.. marami anti botters.. but they themselves bot ^^ marami ako kilalang ganyan.. sinasabi nila: "miss ko na yung dating pRO yung maraming kakwentuhan at kaaway.. sige pare bot na ako.." diba? maraming guilty ng ganyan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Saka isa pa kasi yung mga players nabulag sa lakas.. inisip nila ang paglalaro ng ragnarok ay ang pagiging pinakamayaman at pinaka malakas.. yung unahan na mag 99.. i do remember nung beta days ko id sit sa morroc bugging novice tinatank ko sila kahit mage ako tapos kwentuhan lang.. para sa akin mas masaya yung ganun kaysa sa oo 99 ka nga mayaman ka nga.. iniidolo ka.. pero iipin mo pag hindi ka 99? mayaman? malakas? lalapitan ka ba ng mga yan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nung una goal ko sa ragnarok maghagilap ng mga friends.. REAL friends hindi yung mga "kuya lakas mo ha?? waw yaman! friends tayo ha?" hahaha.. saka humanap na rin ng chickababes.. hahaha.. kaso wala na.. alaala na lang lahat ng yun.. magagandang alaala.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Siguro himala na lang makapag papabalik ng dating ragnarok.. yung mga kaibigan ko na nakasabay tumanda sa larong ito kinoconvince ko bumalik.. masakit isipin na yung mga kakulitan mo at naging bestfriends mo sa larong ito.. yung mga taong napatunayan mo or nakilala mo kung sino talaga sila sa pamamagitan ng larong ito.. wala na.. "sorry bro wala akong pang load eh saka walang mag bobot sa akin" ..sila na ngayon ay kinamumuhian na ang larong minsang itinuring ninyong mundo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mga LUG.. diba nag laro rin kayo? diba nasubukan nyo rin kung pano maging masaya sa Ragnarok?? Ikaw Wauks? diba isa ka sa mga tinitingalang BS sa chaos? Ngayon parang alam ko na dahilan bakit nag resign si maam Sheila Paul hindi na ba kinaya?.. alam ko mahal rin niya tong larong ito eh.. hindi lang mahal.. mahal na mahal.. too bad we've lost her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mga GM!! diba masaya noon? nung nag bubuffs pa kayo ng mga players? nung mga araw na nag alay lakad kayoi nung pagbukas ng Commodo?.. ang saya nun diba? ang daming makukulit na mga players na parang mga batang sumusunod sa inyo papuntang Commodo.. nung nag reresu kayo sa GH? marami nag thathank you pa nga sa inyo at namamangha sa inyo noon diba? kumbaga idol nila kayo! naaalala nyo pa ba nung pag nagpakita kayo sa isang lugar na maraming tao para kayong mga celebrity.. sikat.. iniidolo.. kinakatakutan.. NIRERESPETO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sa dupers.. aantayin nyu (LUG) ba na maging ganito rin ang kwento? "Maglalaro ulit ako ng ragnarok.. basta kompletuhin nyu Godly items ko ha?" aantayin nyu pa ba na ganyan sasabihin ng mga players?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lungkot diba? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-2073307978032864132?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/2073307978032864132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=2073307978032864132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2073307978032864132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2073307978032864132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/07/dedicated-to-my-beloved-home-midgard.html' title='Dedicated To My Beloved Home.. MIDGARD..'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-2354309591130092721</id><published>2007-03-17T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T19:57:50.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginity.. Woot?</title><content type='html'>Its time to speak up!!! argh!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately ive been recieving loads of i.m.-s from girl "friends" asking me tips and advices on this so called "de-virginity" thingie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the few consequences having premarital sex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case #1&lt;br /&gt;fear of being accepted by their future partners..&lt;br /&gt;AbysmalPoring: virgintiy has nothing to do with love.. and not all men look for virgin partners.. hek hek hek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case #2&lt;br /&gt;pregnancy..&lt;br /&gt;AbysmalPoring: poooing!?! it is'nt your baby's fault.. do the right thing.. or suffer the pain of guilt and the lashes of your conscience forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case #3&lt;br /&gt;Health risks..&lt;br /&gt;AbysmalPoring: S.T.D... A.I.D.S... need to say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the few things to consider before "doing that thing".. now think..&lt;br /&gt;Is a few moment of lust and pleasure worth the risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those "too late" cases..&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end of the world sister.. made your wrong move.. took the wrong turn.. got lost.. why not find the right path and start living your life the way you should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on our culture, Filipino culture.. Premarital sex is a deviant act.. sex is something sacred..&lt;br /&gt;only done after marriage.. but hell! i dont really care if my future wife is a virgin or not.. I dont add that up to my standards on looking for "the perfect lifetime partner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really matter is what you believe in.. if you don't care about the consequences and think you are matured enough and think there is nothing wrong woth PMS then go.. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trippin' by accident is alright.. but stumbling twice on the same spot is STUPIDITY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-2354309591130092721?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/2354309591130092721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=2354309591130092721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2354309591130092721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/2354309591130092721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2007/03/virginity-woot.html' title='Virginity.. Woot?'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-116528232694808971</id><published>2006-12-05T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T09:58:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUFFLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Synopsis&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three worlds -- the human world, the world of the gods, and the world of the devils -- have merged, and both.. uh.. gods, and devils are now living among the humans on Earth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/shuffle_main01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tsuchimi Rin is a young man who's been living with his friend Kaede and going to school. Then two new girls, one from the world of gods and one from the world of the devils, enroll in school, and all hell breaks loose.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I handed my hard disk to Michael Reyna for him to install the latest Need for Speed game, NFS Carbon that is. &lt;I&gt;Makulit&lt;/I&gt; as he is &lt;i&gt;kung ano ano nanaman nilagay na sa hard disk ko&lt;/i&gt; MP3s, MP2s and this folder containing complete series of this anime SHUFFLE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no excuse. I had pre-viewing knowledge that this show would, like so many before it, cause me great physical and mental pain upon viewing, and STILL I went ahead with it. I dunno.. maybe it's just the amount of schadenfreude that keeps me going at times -- the sheer pleasure I get out of watching a show thoroughly bombing -- because I really can't think of any reason why anyone would want to subject themselves &lt;i&gt;specifically Mike&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;b&gt;SHUFFLE!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, that's how the title is: all capitals and an exclamation mark at the end, as if that would make the show all that and a bag o' fries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, like so many shows before it, the main content seems to be firmly rooted in the antics and happenings of a somewhat bland male lead and the girls who find themselves attracted to him for being "such a nice guy", which has me wondering whether most of the male Japanese citizenry is a collection of humongous jerks.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first of the girls we meet is Kaede, his roomie and housekeeper. Naturally, like any "proper Japanese girl", she's quiet, shy, and a whiz in the kitchen, making the meals for her man.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what is a harem anime if not with more suitors for our lucky stud? Enter Lisianthus (shortened to Sia, because, you know, hindi CUTE sa pandinig ang Lisianthus) and Nerine, our representatives from the world of gods and devils respectively.. Both of them have ridiculously cutesy voices and pretty much have their personalities copied-and-pasted from Kaede.. Naturally, since the creators of &lt;b&gt;SHUFFLE!&lt;/b&gt; don't want to be looked upon as unoriginal -- God forbid -- they have all been expanded with various different character traits, like Nerine not being much in the kitchen and Sia being a bit of a goofball in school. Admittedly, Sia is also a bit more.. &lt;i&gt;bangag&lt;/i&gt; and violent.. than the others, though mainly against her father, so I can't exactly blame them for being exact clones or anything. Close, but not quite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ironically enough, that was pretty much the reason I thought &lt;I&gt;Nerine&lt;/I&gt; was from the world of gods and Sia from the world of devils instead of vice versa.. Of course, the show later proves that it's all just in a name. The "gods" and "devils" are, in fact, more or less normal people with some powers, plus the "gods" have slightly longer and slightly pointier ears, while the devils have quite long and quite pointy ears. You know.. if anyone out there cares. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*crickets chirping* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaaaanyway, I'm putting too much thought into this show, as all &lt;b&gt;SHUFFLE!&lt;/b&gt; (*sigh*) has to offer for many, many episodes is your general "I want to take care of Rin-san / Rin-chan" "No, me.. me" comedy, spiced up with the antics of the Kitty-Kitty Kaede fan club (or whatever the hell they’re called), wanting Rin's head on a pike (not literally, mind you.) Naturally, all the girls who appear in the show to be a potential &lt;S&gt;doormat&lt;/S&gt; housewife for Rin seem to have their own fan club, even Primula, the clearly underage girl (who, while not a romantic interest for Rin, has a fan club anyway, filled with the same wastes of humanity as the other clubs). Naturally, with them being all envious about Rin getting attention from all these girls, this provides most of the rather tiresome comedy in this show. I don't know about you guys out there, but for me ... freakin' creepy != funny. Rest assured, I'm not OMGLOLLing myself over any of this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHUFFLE!&lt;/b&gt; is also somewhat racy. Expect to see some panties and underwear in it, though, strangely enough, no nudity except in the case of Primula. And why HER?! I really don't want to know. Really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On that note, I'll be going into the part of the review I am not going to enjoy very much; I'm gonna have to say some good things about it. Let's just keep that as brief as possible, shall we? It's not like I WANT you to watch this show or anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The main lead is actually quite normal. Yes, indeed, while he might wield the "magic girl-gathering powers of nice", he doesn't stutter nervously every time he talks to a female. He doesn't go out of his way to be an idiot or a pervert, and we're pretty much being spared from "accidental breast grabs" and the likes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, and telling us a lot about the show itself, Primula is actually one of the more interesting characters in SHUFFLE! In a bit of a plot twist, her back-story gets told starting in episode 12 (with some vague foreshadowing now and then in the earlier episodes) and, much to my surprise, that's when the show actually makes an honest effort to evoke some emotions from the viewer instead of having us gush over the platonic, fake romance it seems to want to live off. It even presented me with a fairly accurate reference of Norse mythology, which had me wondering what there was for me to believe in anymore. That the show, when this little subplot is finished, will eventually revert back to the old "I want to take care of Rin-chan" "No, me! Me!" "Anooo...." makes me very, &lt;I&gt;very&lt;/I&gt; sad. Minor side events in a series should never &lt;U&gt;ever&lt;/U&gt; outshine the main story arc in any series, much less to the degree shown in &lt;b&gt;SHUFFLE!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's it for the compliments I'm willing to give this show. While the Primula side story were fairly entertaining despite some squicky nudie scenes, I'm certainly not expecting anyone to endure eleven episodes of soulless doting on the main lead, way overused fanservice scenes, way overused comedy, and a gaggle of idiotic characters just to see that. &lt;b&gt;SHUFFLE!&lt;/b&gt; is a huge, three-meal course in Stupidity with a capital ... well, EVERYTHING, even with an exclamation mark to go with it. Avoid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Audience:&lt;/b&gt; The show isn't outright DIRTY, but there are enough lingerie shots and other kinds of fanservice to make this one a teenager venture. Well, in a technical sense, as this show is pretty much unfit for human consumption for the most part.. There is a nude scene with the underage girl, but she is being portrayed like that while lying in a medical tank, so there's nothing sexual about it.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violence is mostly slapsticky, and not worth mentioning. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I give this anime series 2 stars.. ay 3 nalang for Sia.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-116528232694808971?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/116528232694808971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=116528232694808971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/116528232694808971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/116528232694808971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/12/shuffle.html' title='SHUFFLE!'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-116485715684420526</id><published>2006-11-30T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:43:03.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney..</title><content type='html'>"Hi miss.. Its been 2 years since the last time na nakasabay kita sa jeep.. From that day on.. Lagi na lang ako lumilingon sa place kung saan ka sumakay.. Ngayon.. I wont let this chance pass me by.. I wont let go of you and wait for another 2 years.. or more.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nangyari talaga to.. PRAMIS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to school.. Daily routine.. Tulog sa jeep.. zzzZZZzzz.. "Excuse me kuya.. Pasuyo fare ko.." WTF?! Who dares interrupt my slumber? What the? "Siya yun?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilala niyo si Rinoa ng Final Fantasy 8? yup siya yung buhay na Rinoa.. Ganda noh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;2 years since I last saw her.. And I've gotta make a move.. Eto linya ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi miss.. 2 years na since the last time na nakasabay kita sa jeep.. From that day on.. Lagi na lang ako lumilingon sa lugar kung saan ka pumara, sumakay at bumaba.. dalawang taon ako nagbakasakali na makita ka muli.. Ngayon.. I won't let this chance pass by.. I wont let go of you and wait for another 2 years or more.. Pwede ba kitang makilala? Anong pangalan mo? Can I have your number so that I could call you mine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan lapit na.. Ilang kanto na lang.. maya maya papara na ako.. gotta make my move.. fast! ..hay.. di ko kaya.. hanggang tingin lang talaga ako.. "Ako:Manong para po!.." hehe nevermind.. see her na lang next 2 years.. "Late na ako sa school eh.. hahaha.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-116485715684420526?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/116485715684420526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=116485715684420526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/116485715684420526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/116485715684420526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/11/jeepney.html' title='Jeepney..'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-116478002205750027</id><published>2006-11-29T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:42:17.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gawa-gawang kwento..</title><content type='html'>Nung unang panahon.. May dalawang matalik na magkaibigang itago na lang natin sa mga pangalang.. Aldrin at Jesus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bakadaTrip.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="650" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/AbysmalPoring/bakadaTrip.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click image for better resolution^^&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw sinulot ni Aldrin ang babaeng iniibig ni Jesus.. at dahil dun sinulsulan siya ng isang demonyong itago na lang natin sa pangalang Mark Carlos Licardo (search nyu sa friendster profile name niya Makong) na humantong sa isang kahindik hindik at madugong pitikan ng bayag.. the end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-116478002205750027?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/116478002205750027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=116478002205750027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/116478002205750027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/116478002205750027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/11/gawa-gawang-kwento.html' title='Gawa-gawang kwento..'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115975847338537654</id><published>2006-10-02T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:24:08.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill For Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Now Playing: Going Too Fast - Methods of Mayhem]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(After “My Sassy” entry, I’ve been receiving some text messages saying “Poring? the hell you’re going soft?” Bummer! Poring isn’t going soft, Just took some heavy load off my chest and voila! back to the heartless, insensitive, cruel, shady bastard that I am! Hate me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m gonna let you in to a little dirty secret. Swear never to speak of this to any soul. (As if I care?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poring turned Evilring: Nosy Ragnarok in-game monster-turned-cold blooded assassin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotizing 101: Want to turn a friend into a brainwashed killer? Dr. Colin Ross explains how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched the movie “The Manchurian Candidate?” If not, I suggest you should. In the remake of The Manchurian Candidate, (Yes guys it is a remake. I want to watch the original one, where they starred Frank Sinatra “yikes!”) the government turns Denzel Washington into a brainwashed assassin. (Don’t worry we wont be talking about movies here.) Dallas psychiatrist Colin Ross asserts the CIA has had a similar program in place since 1950’s “You’re basically imprinting somebody with multiple personality disorder,” Ross says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step One: Choose your subject&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a buddy susceptible to hypnotism using an easy test called the Spiegel Eye Roll. “Ask someone to look up with their eyes and then slowly close their eyelids’” Ross says. “A hypnotizable person’s pupils will stay up, so all you will see are the whites of the eyes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Two: Put him under&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start brainwashing your boy. “The CIA combined hypnosis with sensory-deprivation and boatload of drugs such as LSD,” Ross says. “If someone starts to remember their training, they just can easily be talked into the idea that it was just an acid flashback.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Three: Teach him to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now teach your friend skills he’ll need for his second identity: like how to be a cold-blooded assassin. “You can turn anybody into a killer,” Ross says. “Declassified CIA documents describe using people retrieving documents and exchanging bomb materials too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Four: Turn him loose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, say a preset phrase to flip your friend into assassin mode. “When the regular identity comes back, he doesn’t think anything has happened,” Ross says. All the better to resist interrogation and not rat you out once the cops locks him up. Sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Applications:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Have fun. Make people do funny stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. Get free stuffs. (Not stealing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. Kill. (Main purpose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a long list of names here in my shitlist so to erase a few, I’m resorting to letting someone stupid do the job for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Three on my Shitlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I won’t name names. If you’re smart enough, you’ll know who I’m talking about.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IT’S A MONSTER!!! Related to Godzilla. (Ang saya saya noh?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The false prophet of democracy. MODERN DAY ARES. (God bless America! Fuck that!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MY GRANDPA HAS BEEN LAID… END. Thin old man covered with moustache. (I don’t understand Arab.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After I get rid of these people and a hundred more. I’ll get rid of myself as well. Samurai’s Code: HARAKIRI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115975847338537654?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115975847338537654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115975847338537654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115975847338537654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115975847338537654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/10/kill-for-me_02.html' title='Kill For Me..'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115932175808041367</id><published>2006-09-27T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:05:53.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sassy Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Now Playing: Hanging By A Moment - Lifehouse]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that mellow dramatic movies are fictional. I mean, I’d rather believe sci-fi movies than those mushy love stories. Until.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 26, 2006, 8:30-9:30am. There she was standing across the street. I waved at her, she smiled back. Plans were made the night before. She needed someone to talk to. I held her hand, I felt her sadness. She got engaged recently to some guy who she fell out of love with. Hours passed by, all I did was cheer her up. I loved her.. In fact.. I still do.. I know she feels it too.. But what must be done? Things between us are much complicated now. I myself don’t know what she wants to do with her life, with me, with us. I don’t know where do I stand. I’m just holding on to my vow, “Never will I leave her, Come what may..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cut) “I don’t kiss and tell”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to end this so called affair. I asked her to look into my eyes “Sabihin mo hindi mo na ako mahal.” and she did. I know she lied, she faked it for me to hurt no more. But I’m not that stupid.. I know. But still it hurts.. I mentioned some things that were not supposed to be said. I hurt her as much as she hurt me. She left.. Then I came to my senses. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ale, may nakita po ba kayong babae na naka pink na kakalabas lang?” “Ay oo, kakasakay lang nya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is spinning round under my feet, I’m drunk. Caught a ride, gave my everything to the driver “Manong pakibilisan may hinahabol po ako, huwag na kayo mag pick-up ng pasahero. bayaran ko na lang po kayo.” Traffic.. I can catch up by foot.. And so I did. I ran miles, toxicated, de-hydrated under the scorching heat of the sun. Looked at the places she’d probably be. I’m desperate, my feet starts to numb.. I ran and ran ‘til I almost blacked out.. I fought fatigue.. I won’t give up.. This won’t compare to the beating I always get everytime she feels like hitting me.. And more.. She’s too precious to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searched three cities in a condition you wish you’d never be in. I’m on the verge of giving up.. breaking down.. Then by God’s mercy.. My phone rang.. “Pren nandito siya sa amin.” Standing before the referee’s 10 count knock down ended, I rushed to our friend’s house.. “Wala sila dito na sa park sila.” That means I’m gonna take another mile run. But I won’t give up. This is my last stand, my last chance for true love.. May death come upon me, but my soul won’t give up the race. she’s too precious.. too precious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw her.. I saw her face.. not of anger and hatred.. but of worry, concern, caring and love.. Numb.. I fainted.. Before I totally blacked out.. I felt my head on an angel’s lap.. her soft hand on my face.. And the strong aura of love that never faded.. Exhausted, I smiled.. Now I can rest in peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She is too precious.. too precious.. I wish she knew..”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115932175808041367?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115932175808041367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115932175808041367' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115932175808041367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115932175808041367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-sassy-girl.html' title='My Sassy Girl'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115889450488574675</id><published>2006-09-22T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T11:10:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering 1972: Martial Law and Macoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Now Playing: Wonder Wall - Oasis] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I should have posted this entry yesterday but my internet connection got crazy.. there is a saying though.. "better late than never")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sign? or just a mere coincidence? Yesterday, news broke out that Thailand is under martial law. Today, we look back 34 years when the late Ferdinand Marcos declared Philippines under martial law. I don’t want to talk about the Thais for as what I’ve read.. They are doing a great job putting a bad government down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about Marcos, I don’t know the real scoop about what really happened (I can’t I don’t and I won’t trust the media.) and I haven’t experienced how it is to live under his regime. I was born one year before Marcos’ government fall due to the unity of “some” lefties and not by the “all” Filipinos (This is my personal belief so back off!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say the declaration of martial law was a sad day for Filipinos, I would be one sided. I’m not going for pro or anti martial law. I just want to press some points that my late grandfather told me “If I were to choose between the present government and Marcos’ regime. I’d opt for the later.. National leadership goes worse to worst from president to president.” He has a point, the only thing dirty about the Marcos regime was the unnecessary and unreasonable violence. Human right violations and stuffs. But hell no! What is the difference with the way our government is being run today? Read the newspapers.. Media people being butchered, political killings.. I guess this government is far worse than the Marcos administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economy: My folks said “If Philippines is still under Marcos regime, economy won’t be as worse or even close to the economical crisis were experiencing today.” True, Philippines came to the point where we were hailed as a great nation, a first class country, that is, under the leadership of Marcos. True, despite the promises of our first lady president to the present lady president whose ruining.. I mean.. running this country, no one has ever been close to rebuilding the status of our country. Forever third world? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arroyo administration, smallest biggest bitch I know. If there is someone whose “pinaka-makapal na mukha sa balat ng lupa” that would be our beloved president Arroyo. Every time I switch-on the television, or read the papers where she is featured, I want to puke, she makes me urr.. The best effigy I saw, representing her would be the “tuko”.. “Tignan mo nga naman ang gagawin ng isang tao just to hold on to power.” Pro administration people, don’t hate me. I tried to dig deep to my sensitive side, I reasoned out with myself, why don’t I see the bright side of this corrupt government. I am sorry.. I don’t see any reason why this bitch be given a chance. When she took oath in Edsa, haven’t you heard the “boos” from people? “Bakit kasi pinagbigyan pa?” If I mention one by one the reasons why president Arro”v”o is worse than Marcos. It would take years.. so.. maybe next time. Bottom line, I hate her.. And if I were an assassin.. I won’t think twice to hug her with a vest fully loaded with c-4 on. nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcos love the people.. If he was an asshole.. he could easily annihilate the people whining due to personal issues.. It was martial law.. and still how come these people were tolerated to march down the streets? Remember People Power 3? Many were wounded.. a few died.. bloodshed.. And we weren’t even under martial law.. Fuck you Arroyo! And the main reason or the root of People power 1.. Why? are you sure that Marcos was the one who initiated the killing of Ninoy Aquino? “Innocent ‘till proven guilty.” Lefties would do anything just to stir the people’s hearts and minds for their own agenda. “Ang mga tao kasi nag papagamit.. “I don’t believe in people power’s power anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcos is up there somewhere.. I wish he isn’t in tears or worse, laughing at us for what we did. If I am Marcos this is what I’d say.. “You brought me down, now look at yourselves.. Is this the change you’ve been dreaming of? The change that made you march to overthrow my government? Pathetic.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Nation is sick.. A cancer.. Hopeless.. So what’s to be done? First, find a great leader. Second, cooperate (Nation building couldn’t be done without a Nation and a nation is mainly composed of people.) Third, be vigilant, don’t go out to streets for the sake of having fun and street parties (Ganyan ang nangyayari tuwing may people power.) Wag kayo pagagamit sa interes ng mangilan-ngilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hope you guys read, and read beyond the lines of your history books. And see why this Martial Law anniversary be remembered in a new prospective. The fall of a great ruler.. the fall of a great nation. And find it in your hearts the fire that would forge this nation into what it was before.. Maybe even better..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I don’t like Marcos.. I just hate Arroyo.. Why not elect me to be your next president instead? ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115889450488574675?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115889450488574675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115889450488574675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115889450488574675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115889450488574675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/remembering-1972-martial-law-and-macoy.html' title='Remembering 1972: Martial Law and Macoy'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115855414796120160</id><published>2006-09-20T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:45:45.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressing Issues: Safety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Part 2 of 2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Host: Welcome back to Pressing Issues with me, Jericho. On our panel, we've got the successionist lunatic, Ninja; Pro-administration rich kid, Jaykore; and Neo Facist mayor, Madrid. Gentlemen, welcome back. Let's start with you, Ninja. Why the P tatoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: I'm a patriot! I've even got an orange grove tattooed all over my groin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Excellent, but back to the matter at hand: Public safety. How do we get guns under control in this city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: By giving everyone hope.. A dream of a better tomorrow. By encouraging people to grow their own root vegetables. What's the satisfaction of holding a gun in your hand when you could be holding a hoe, planting seeds in a peasant village?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Keep your "hoes" and "seeds" to yourself. We don't need gun control. If you read the Constitution, it's a sacred document that should not be changed. Under our constitution women couldn't vote, but the politicians come in crying crocodile tears. We need to get scare- mongers and non-believers, men like you Jericho, under control. I've got a good mind to get your funding removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: We don't get any funding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Exactly. But.. Good! Heh, you won't see a penny out of me! You've got to stop spreading these lies or I'll whip you myself and I'm not afraid. The Constitution inserts a man's right to bear arms, and... and arm bears, and all points in between. Who ever heard of a gun.. or a bear causing problems? This is all cockypop, or.. whatever that word is. It keeps the place safe. Trouble is caused by unemployment, and unemployment comes from poor, economic performance and lazy people. If you had job, would you steal a cellphone? Of course not! ..And if you had a high-rise condo, a mistress, uh... and a seat on the board, would you run around graffitiing your name all over town and making a nuisance of yourself, spinning on your back, and poppin' and lockin' and... Not a hope. It's simple. If you don't have a job, starve. Get out of my constituency by force if necessary, and starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: That's quite simple. Are you really saying that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Of course I am. Our city is a growing city, and of course there are going to be some growing pains. Well, what I tell people is this: Gather up your life savings, buy yourself a piece of swamp, drain it, and get rid of the damn wildlife, then apply for planning permission. Pretty soon, you can have your own retirement community or resort destination holiday place. You can start making money out of the boom, the... Madrid-inspired boom.. And enjoy the kind of things sensible people have: Personal bodyguards, massive fences, and a bigger collection of guns than the other guy. It stands the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: No no no no! Keep them out of here! We DO NOT want anymore old folks! If there are any old people listening, go back to your homes! Our city does not want you! Please, die somewhere else! What's wrong with Hawaii or Hong Kong? We want a river! We need a river! The freedom river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: ...And what about the other crimes? It seems car crime, fashion crime, Cell phone snatching crimes, drugs, everything is on the rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: Absolutely, of course it is! When I was in Uganda people were poor, but they were happy. The more you have, the less you have. That's kind of what I'm all about. Their satisfaction in spending all day weaving a basket, rather than just buying one at the store. At one point in Uganda, I saw a great lake of sand and a massive speaking dog. It was a dog of love, not of hate. It was a spirit journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: What ARE you talking about?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: I'm talking about hopes... Dreams... The magic of television. Especially public television. Puppets can say what men cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Yes, but how will that stop people taking basketballs flying and pounding the living crap out of each other as I saw at a mother's PTA group meeting recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Basketball is our national sport- Our national passtime. Joining together as men to reward the act of running around in a circle. I will thank you not to take its name in vain, Jericho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: I hate that Summer camp Training. Who do those guys think they are? Comin' here and gettin' in the way... Showin' us no respect! Drinkin' our orange juice and seducin' our womenfolk! Train in your own home, mister! Our national game down here, my friend, is diggin'! Diggin' a big ditch. A ditch of hope, which will flood into a river of freedom. So far, we've dug 17 feet. We're almost free.. Almost! When we are floatin' away in the South China Sea, free to run our way, singing, "Kumbaya!!" in the sunshine! No school, no tax! Free barbeque and pinball for everyone! Sophisticated entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Yes, but what about the little guy? What about the guy who is standing there saying, "I like being part of Philippines. I like it a lot! I get public internet! I can read about Jericho hosting Pressing Issues! I own a small, one bedroom home.. A business selling flowers to people stuck in traffic.. A dog.. 15 ice cubes.. But I don't feel safe. I'm worried about gangs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Gangs are a myth put out by the pro-administration elite to patronize and demean the working man. I mean, what kind of right-minded youth from a poor background is going to spend his time stealing things and posing in silly clothes, when he could be getting ahead with a minimum wage job and making his parent proud? The dream of every Filipino is to live in a duplex and share a yard. Why.. Why would anyone want to threaten that great future? Answer me that and I'll show you a green dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: ..And, Speaking for the Pirates, the foundation I set up for my trust fund.. We believe gangs are a valid expression of a people's identity. A grouping.. A community within a community. Gangs are a way to be noticed in the boxy suburbs. You scream out, rather than urinate at the edge of your camp like a proud native. We spray paint our names on the walls at the mall to ward off predators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: ...And that's supposed to terrify people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: No, no! We believe passionately in non-violent solutions to life's problems. Gangs have to learn to love... To be inclusionary. We'd award badges to good gangs, and give bad gangs a silly hat to wear. It would give people something to feel a part of. Kill with kindness, not a garden tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Yes, but what about the guy getting beaten up on the street.. or the man having his cell phone stolen? What about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: ..Or her! Some of the best victims are really women. Anyone can join our group. This is about poor people getting together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: ..But your father owns half of this city. How are you part of the working class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: Like I said, possessions are not important at all. I'll pick up a hitchhiker in my convertible any day. The other day, I picked up a young woman and we discussed a non-violent solution to war. We called it peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Your father is a great man. He's done more for the arms trade in this state than anyone else, myself included, and you shame him with this socialist jiggery-pokery-hoot-nanny. Philippines needs hope, not songs or are supposed to send food to the poor. Songs will get you nowhere. This country needs something to aim for, like being rich and laughing at poor people.. Or, being in government and laughing at the electorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Now, now Mr. Madrid. Let's not make this personal. I appreciate your attempt to press the point, but we are here to press the issue! Our city is in trouble, and I think we are not really providing any serious solution. So far, we've got successionism, rearing it's ugly head for the first time in a century and a half. We've got "ignore it" and we've got "give everyone a flower"!You're all a little unrealistic, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(all begin arguing incoherently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: Jericho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Not to say, "Over-opinionated and moronic," Mr. Jaykore, how do we stop people running amock in the city with machine guns and heavy artillery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: You got to give a man a chance. Prisons are overflowing with wasted potential. Make the guilty men innocent once more. Free them from themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: How... How on Earth do you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: Well, um.. (brief pause) You can let them off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Marvelous, great! That's a sensible plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: Then they wouldn't be guilty anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: We've been doing that for years, you idiot. How do you think we keep prison costs down? It ain't by magic or cookin' the books (we save that for "education"), but as in most things we in government are saving money so that you don't have to. When we spend less money on services, more goes to administration salaries and expenses which helps make lives a lot less difficult for everybody. It's about sharing; Sharing your taxes out amongst the select few. That's why I worked so hard at school, so I can reap the rewards now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Mmm...I thought you worked hard at school because the other kids laughed at you and called you "Lampayatot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Tha-That's a damn lie! They called me "basang utot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: They called me "Kambing" because my voice didn't break until I was 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: So, Mr. Madrid, I take it you don't believe in regulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: I believe in giving people a chance. Not tying them down with lots of needless regulations. The fact is business is run by moral people who won't do anything illegal or try to get rich quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: ..But since you got elected, this city has been characterized by a government who cut aid to the poor, offered tax breaks to the rich, and paid people to dump toxic waste near schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Yes, we've made a lot of progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: ..And up on congress, you were instrumental in pushing through a bill allowing the manufacture and sale of "Giggle Cream", a dessert with potential lethal consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Uh... Not true! Only 23 people have died and several of them probably deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: So, with people being set such a bad example by big business, how are they supposed to respect each other, to act safely in society, and how are they policed by a demoralized, under-funded and corrupt police force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Well.. I'm afraid that's apparently quite a difficult question, but my solution is easy. I'm going to talk for a long time about a subject not in anyway related and pretty soon people will forget about it. I'll remind people that I have a great haircut, and under my stewardship our city has had, on average, 15% better weather than before, while crime rates only go up if you don't turn the graph upside down. Turn it upside down, and they have halved- HALVED under me, Mayor Madrid. Vote Madrid for president and you'll have a friendly face in Malacanyang. A man you can trust. A local man who likes golf, and laughing, and photo opportunities at your store or place of business. Just send me a letter. I'll send you an automated, photocopied response. We call it "democracy" and that's where the money goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Uh, just a minute-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Don't interrupt! Let me finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: But you're not-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: This man won't let me speak! You, shorty! Shut up and let me speak! I'm taller than him, ladies and gentlemen, by at least three inches, which means I'm a lot more respectable looking. Everyone knows politicians lie and steal and cheat, but at least with me in charge, you know I look good and I have a very supercilious manner. Besides which, I've been abroad and I prefer it here because I'm a man of the people. Vote Madrid! You'll get richer and you won't feel guilty about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Enough! We're running out of time and you completely failed to answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: I'm a professional. That's my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: (sighs) ...And Mr. Ninja, what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: Alright! These problems are typical of what happens with an open border to the north, east, west and south. The city is filling up with trash; People who can't tell the difference between a swamp and a marsh. Guys who don't know the first thing about the legality of marrying within the family. That's why we need a river. People, I'm telling you pick up your spades and shovels, go into your garden. Start diggin' as deep and as far as you can. Pretty soon, the whole city will be flooded in ruin, and then, they'll have to leave. We must build a moat to the borders or they will come down and ruin this great city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: ..And Mr. Ninja, were you born in this city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: Tuhah! What a stuipd question! Of all the cheek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: Of course not! No one's been born in this city since 1800’s! BUT...! I've been here five years which is a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Yes it is! A very long time. Almost as long as this show. Ladies and Gentlemen, you are reading Pressing Issues with me, Jericho. Presiding over the least informed debate on the web. In this episode of pressing the issue, we had Mayor Madrid, Jaykore, and Ninja discussing safety. Back to you Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I've guess you've all got to make up your own minds. Should we be as wet as fish,&lt;br /&gt;or a corrupt, money-grabbing thief? I feel we really got somewhere, and that our city and people everywhere know a lot more than they did before we began. And now, I end this stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Special thanks to D.J. Lazlow for the idea and excerpts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115855414796120160?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115855414796120160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115855414796120160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115855414796120160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115855414796120160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/pressing-issues-safety.html' title='Pressing Issues: Safety'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115855547057991410</id><published>2006-09-18T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:46:34.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unimaginable Clash of the Idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Celebrity Death Match, P.I. style.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Public notice: If you have been reading some of my entries (I wish you do). You would probably come across some “F” words and swears. I’m guilty of it.. I won’t apologize. I express my disgust thru it. PI stands for many things.. The Philippines, Pressing Issues, Public Issues and Political Issues.. It is just that I am disgusted with how this world is being run by corrupt leaders and walked by people who don’t know where they stand. The word “fuck” isn’t as heavy compared to: president Arroyo stealing food and other necessities from the poor to fund her political agenda and campaigns. Compared to Bush, ravaging the Middle-east countries, gaining control of international oil export industries. Think of it? One million “F” words compared to their evil doings and thousand more politicians, bastards and whores corrupting Earth? Who’s meaner and ruder and badder? Fuck them all! They deserve it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Something worthless before we start pressing issues.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters and creatures from television anime series, sci-fi movies and the gaming world square off in The First Ever P.I. Invitational Tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one imagined this could happen.. But here its is.. Pressing Issues’ first “Contest of Champions,” where the celebrities of different dimensions duke it out for the bloodthirsty pleasure of you, the P.I. Reader. In this incarnation, we’ve culled the multiverse of MMORPG, Anime, Sci-Fi Movies, Lan Games, T.V. shows, Books.. Etc.. picked the cream of fictional crop and set them against one another. It’s the TKO at WORX.. The fisticuffs at Five Rings! Celebrity Death Match! The conflagration at.. argh! the hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Round of Death Match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goblin Techies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Origin: DOTA All-Stars, War Craft, Frozen Throne&lt;br /&gt;Height: 4 feet something&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 12 tons&lt;br /&gt;Reach: 30”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Godzilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Origin: ??&lt;br /&gt;Height: 40 Stories (+2” in heels)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Reach: 15 Stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will the Dino from Down Under finally meet his own match in Suicide Bomber Tech Mech? Or is this merely destined to be a rematch of the epic Godzilla/Mechagodzilla bout of 1974? Can the goblins in a glorified tin can accomplish what more than a dozen movies could not – kill off ‘Zilla before he gets his own star on the Walk of Fame?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round One: Uh-oh. The Techies contends that Godzilla has failed to specify what origin he is representing. This could spell doom for ‘Zilla. While the judges are debating, the big green guy pulls out a copy of Macho Women with Guns. Obscure, yes, but Godzilla has stats in the game, and thus is a legal game monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Two: The Techies’ challenge really pisses off ‘Zilla. He whips out his his Swiss army knife. Could it be? Yes! He’s going for the can opener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Three: The techies takes off. Bye-bye downtown Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Four: Godzilla opens up the Techies like a can of sardines. The atomic lizard slurps the Goblin jocks down as if they were overcooked ramen noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner: Godz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Five: Wait! A sudden explosion was heard around the ‘Zilla, he looks a little greener than usual around the gills… EVERYBODY CLEAR THE AREA, HE’S GOING DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Six: The judges busily consulting a veterinarian for ruling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Seven: Godzilla’s tail moves.. and out pops the Goblin jocks, shaking off digestive juices and waiving to the fans. Guess Godzilla can’t handle this suicide bomber sushi. A definite MONSTER KILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner: Goblin Techies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Round of Deatch Match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roronoa Zoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origin: One Piece&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5’8”&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 145 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Reach: 58” (includes three 24” katana)&lt;br /&gt;Dream: Defeat Dracule (Hawk Eyes) Mihawk, Mikel’s mortal enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obi-Wan Kenobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origin: Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;height: 5’10”&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 160 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Reach: 65” (includes 30” lightsaber)&lt;br /&gt;Protégé: Luke Skywalker, whining farmboy Jedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say age and treachery will outwit youth and skill. What about age and skill? Roronoa Zoro is known to be one of the best bounty hunter and known for his master swordsmanship, he can slice through hundreds of aggressors without breaking a sweat. Obi-Wan’s eligible for Social Security on Tatooine, but a Jedi knight can give any samurai a run for his koku. When blades start flashing, it’s time to separate the men from the boys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round One: Roronoa Zoro slips into a fighting stance. “I stand for honor,” Obi-Wan glares, “I stand for honor.” Zoro: “Really? What about respect, duty, training and crew?” Kenobi: “These are the values of a Jedi.” Zoro: “Hmm.. Maybe we’re not supposed to fight after all. Join us and sail in the name of our captain Monkey D. Luffy! But if you insist to fight me then one sword is enough for you.” Kenobi: “Captain?!? One sword? You must fall, Arrogant pirate scoundrel!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Two: Obi-Wan stares at his foe, hand on his light saber, awaiting the proper moment. Zoro stares back trusting his instincts to show him the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Three to Nine: More meditation. You can feel the power charging the air between these competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Ten to Twenty Two: You can also feel the grass growing beneath your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Twenty Three: A cricket chirps. Roronoa Zoro draws his Sword as a blue beam rises to meet it. Obi-Wan gasps as the blow unharmed. “My sword weighs heavier than yours.” (Same line he said to the octopus samurai he encountered at Arlong Park. yum yum calamari!) smiles Zoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Twenty Four to Twenty Seven: The two swordsmen trade strikes until. Zoro’s blade slices a gash across Obi-Wan’s belly. Kenobi slumps oblibingly to the ground. “You… ..are a worthy adversary. May the Force… ..be with you..” Zoro sips his sake. “Ah, But Kenobi-san.. I have force. And nakama.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner: Roronoa Zoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Death Matches coming soon.. Watch out for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115855547057991410?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115855547057991410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115855547057991410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115855547057991410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115855547057991410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/unimaginable-clash-of-idiots.html' title='Unimaginable Clash of the Idiots'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115855181565233766</id><published>2006-09-18T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:17:33.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Issues I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(First P.I. “Talk show style” Entry)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, the subject that we will be discussing on Pressing Issues with me, J.E.(Jay E) short for Josh Espi and not for Je for that would mean Jaysen, for your enlightenment and enjoyment is a very serious Topic: Public Safety.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; In case you haven't noticed, Philippine streets aren’t safe nowadays. These are troubled times. We are troubled people. Some would say, “We are people at war with ourselves.” Others say, “We are at war with reality.” Those who live in other countries and strive to own our fast food restaurants and Super Marts would say, “We are blood-thirsty bunch of crazies who let children buy guns from the super markets.” Another opinion is that it is the fault of society. That, as Plato said, "People don't mean to kill each other." It happens because they are poor or desperate or really thirsty or in need of a vacation or something. Another view is that we are all little confused and really should stay home, locked in doors and forget about everything as much as possible. So, let's press the issue, eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will attack this issue with a different style.. “Boring kasi mag-basa di ba?” So I decided to come up with a fictional talk show. Three divergent opinions. Three contrasting points of view. Three separate items of insanity in a rolling sea of stupidity. Three fictional speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Characters and script are entirely fictional, Anyone or any lines resembling someone or some issues you know of, might be purely coincidental.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POLITICIAN: My slogan would be "It's okay to be rich, as long as you say you care about the children." Sounds like it only appeals to the rich people right? anyway poor, illiterate people won’t understand what it means. But to be fair.. My campaign also appeals to the poor... Who are too stupid to understand what I'm saying, so I’ll hold up pretty pictures and then give out candy bars to appeal to their most base instincts: Mayor Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ACTIVIST: I’m from the opposite end of the political spectrum. I’m so wet, makes me look like I just stepped out of the shower. Peace Corps activist, hippie concert taper, founder of the group "Speaking for the Underdog". Fluent in seven languages and studied the harp in Peru: Rich-kid Jaykore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NINJA: And lastly, we have a man with a noble solution to the problems of public safety in our country. A solution so stupid, I cannot bring myself to explain it for him. Yet, like break dancing, it is sadly catching on. A man who appears on this fine forum because our previous know-it-all panelist was car-jacked and is now at home arming himself to the teeth. I give you: “Ninja, Taong Grasa ng 7-11.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HOST: Some frustrated actor ex-party, circus clown named Jericho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: So, before we get started, gentlemen, let me remind you of the rules of engagement. Here on Pressing Issues, Pressing Issues is about free speech, not feeding each other hemlock, literally or metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: My daddy used to grow that stuff in the back woods in our place. HOOOWEEE! I tell you what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Yes, thank you! I expect you to listen to each other and I will only step in when necessary only so people on Earth don't forget what my voice sounds like, hehe. I want a clean fight. Nothing below the belt or in the chops. And remember My moto, which a very wiseman, my father, once told me, "If you listen, one day you might be heard and when in doubt, use the smell test." That's important I think. Don't you? So, mayor, let's start with you. Crime is up, people are scared to walk the streets, nobody is taking public transportation, police morale is at an all-time low, everyone is killing and maiming and giving each other the finger, metaphorically speaking. Do you think the government is doing a good job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Madrid: Absolutely! Those statistics are interesting, but like all statistics, they are also irrelevant. Let me give you a better statistic, Jericho. In 1980, when I was elected and you were, according to the intelligence gathered on you, a man with no mission. You worked as a clown at birthday parties, corporate functions, bar mitzvahs, and go-go bars. You, realizing that you were a hollow man that can only take on the personality of others, decided to become an actor... And despite going up for 17 auditions that year, you only got work as a clapper in a sex ed. video. Your tax returns show that you earn less than P100. Suffering from anxiety, you attended a group therapy for a year and considered getting a sex change. An idiot politician felt sorry for you and now you host your own show, write a newspaper column (that lines my bird cage), you got an ex-wife and an attractive girlfriend although she's married to your best friend, and you're on top of the world. So answer me this... Can you really say the years of living under my administration have been bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Eh, eh. We are not talking about me. This is Pressing Issues, not Pressing Jericho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: Yes, excuse me if I may. Can we get to the part where we press the issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Madrid: You see, that's what's wrong with this city. Politicians just want to open the floodgates, let anyone in, and make you, the ordinary hard-working men and women pay for the pleasure. Well, you have my permission to beat them with sticks. We won't prosecute. You'd be doing us all a favor! Free love, wig out, don't work, make love in the field, and listen to rock-n-roll or whatever you call it. Meanwhile, Jaykore, I know your father. He's made a lot of money which makes him a great person, but for every good conservative they end up having some wacko, commie kid just back from a vacation who wants to share. Go take that sharing business to Indonesia or Vietnam or somewhere else. I don't have a trust fund or a rich daddy. I know what it is to be poor and to look at the world from the other side. I slipped my way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: Ehem, if you two would stop, uh, hootin' and carryin' on, I have a plan that will save Philippines from the yellow-bellied snakes that want to slither into this great city from all places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Madrid: Oh, look. Stump-jumpin' Grease boy is using all three of his brain cells to talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Enough! We've just started and you have proved yourself, Mr. Madrid, to be just as theysaid. I grant you, 1990 was not a high point in my career, but I never applied for a sex change. I was merely in an exploratory phase and besides which, The Wheat-free clown was a funny act! Once voted the best up-incoming dietary restrictive comic act in the whole of the city. I tried to take it to the T.V.s, but ABS and GMA was full. Besides, we are not talking about me. We are talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor: Actually, if I remember correctly, you didn't win.. Your application have been rejected with the auditions of Feeling Pogi in a n afternoon vareity show.. What’s funny with acting like a vegetable? In fact, under legislation I am proposing, all of you vegetarians will be kicked out of this city. We were given canines and bicuspids for a reason.. To open packages of potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Hey! Don't get wrong! I always hated that show bitch! What's funny about Wally and Jose? or miming saving a chicken from the slaughterer's hands? ...Or their big acts? How do you hink a little kiddie enjoyed those shows on his birthday? Not very much. There were tears, not laughter, I can assure you. Vegetarian performance art must be stopped! And excuse me mister mayor, You’re not a congressman to dare talk about legislation. Early campaigning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: Jumpin' Jehoshaphat on a pogo stick! You city slickers got more issues than a news stand!Can we talk about public safety here? I ain't got all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: What? Is there a corn-on-the-cob eating contest you have to get to? You have some chitilins and grits in the oven? You got a date with your sister, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykore: Hey, be nice man! I just want to talk a little politics and you made it all personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Right, let's all stop bickering, especially you Madrid. I've got my eye on you. Public confidence is at an all-time low. Nobody feels safe anymore. Just the other night, I saw a man running amuck ith a gun shouting he needed to defend himself. Gun sales are up, book sales are down. What do you think, Ninja. Please, press the issue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: All right, that's better! Sticking to the matter at hand... Well, it's quite simple mister. Immigration is to blame. People are flooding into cities from all Provinces. Trash! It's quite simple. They're bringing their high polluting, uppity, out-of-city ways and corrupting the place. Ruin it! That's why I and my organization propose we take the cities out of the Country. We start anew as our own country and ban people from any provinces and other countries or any of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;them fancy places from settin' foot on our soil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrid: You think what? Heh, have you been snortin' blocks? Have you read the Constitution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: Yeah, I sure have. It talks about freedom. Freedom for cities our city from the stench of people movin' here to retire or going on vacation. Build your own damn theme park in your own damn place! City theme parks are for City people only! That's what I say. I mean, I don't go to other places to visit a theme park, so why do they come here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Mr. Ninja, your views are a little extreme. Plus, I don't believe there are theme parks in other provinces and even cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: Then they should stop commin' down my way and build Redneck Land or whatever. Damn redneck hicks ain't got no class! My views ain't extreme, mister, they're common sense, and what a lot of people would say if they had the guts. If you let people immigrate here from all&lt;br /&gt;over the so-called "Philippines", guess what? There's no more room! We'll be piled on top of each other like they are in China. What we're going to do soon is build a river... A river of freedom. A river of hope. A river which runs from coast to coast that cuts us off from the other regions of wastrels and bad influcences to the east, west, south and north. We are going to cut our city off from the mainland of our oppressors and float out to sea. Then, our new nation will be free to start over. There're be no long-ass lines at the Long Flume or Pirate Ship ride when I take over! You and the kids will be able to ride the rides all day! We will have a rollercoaster for each and every family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: You know, you're bordering on treason. What you are saying is a very naughty thing, and only because here on Pressing Issues do we believe so whole-heartedly in "free speech" we are allowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: It's the truth, my friend, the damn truth, and before you start I am not a racist. I hate everybody irrelevant of other issues, but I especially hate Filipinos! By which I mean anyone from Philippines or further. Build your own theme parks, buy your own sun, grow your own damn mosquito-infested swamp, pal! We're going to build ourselves a river! NBI, CI- I don't give a damn! They can't stop us. You, Madrid! You yellow-bellied, tie-wearing, bribe-takin' hypocrit! What have you done for city up there in Malacanyang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way: Ninja thinks that 7-11 convenient stores are actually theme parks. &gt;.&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Madrid: I've ensured important tax breaks for gun retailers, real estate developers, and I've cut the cost of policing, saving the city 2%, or 25 cents per household, over a six year period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jaykore: At the expense of society. Think of the little people. Poor people have no voice in this city. Every time I find a park to meditate in, someone brings in a bulldozer and builds condos. The madness must stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Madrid: So you suggest we just stop making babies? People need a place to park their boat and trailer and to put their swimming pool. You're beginning to sound red, and by that I mean you prefer a hammer and sickle over a hamburger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jaykore: I'm not little. I'm 5'5". It's time for corporations and all of capitalism to step aside for naturalism. You're not saving this planet, you're spending it. Your credit is no good here. We can't afford to loan you anymore of our nature. Those are our trees. I only wish I could be around a little longer to enjoy it. I feel so old. Someone must take my legacy. I must train a little me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Host: How old are you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jaykore: I'm 21, but I feel much older, and wiser. I know everything. I've seen a lot of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mayor: What does the rest of the world have to tell us about how to do things? Build more trains? Have people elect their leader rather than an elite electoral college? Ride a bike to work like a girl scout or a clown with dietary concerns? No thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ninja: I agree with that. People from other countries are good for nothing, that's why we have to keep teachin' them a lesson. I tell you what makes a real man. A truck to pull stuff and a couch to think on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jaykore: I'll tell you. Speaking as a sensualist, and by this I mean a very narrow-minded, incentered (?) man of peace.. Travel. I recently went to Europe. I think everyone should see it for a week. You really see what's wrong with this country when you visit a European utopia. Things like a journey, public transportation, health care, leather shorts, mustaches. When I went to Venice, I helped some villagers clear some land for an environmentally-friendly coal mine. We've all got to make some sacrifices if we're going to get anywhere. My dad gave me the money to set up an exciting trust there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Host: But how does that help the people of our city from worrying about whether they are going to get robbed? What drives a man to just take? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jaykore: What we need are more after-school sports like choir or drama, so people can learn to express themselves properly, by singing or pretending to be a tree. Have you ever heard a whale sing? It's a lonely form of beauty and some very ancient wisdom. Helping people to help themselves with drama and choir and flowers and my dad's money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mayor: Listen Trust Fund Jaykore, your ideas are pathetic. It's no wonder that mankind has woken up one day to find me in charge, amigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Host: Mr. Mayor, you got elected on a campaign promising to reduce taxes to zero.. But under your stewardship, we've seen taxes go up by 20% and services decline! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mayor: No on is interested in your statistics, Jericho. Let me tell you something pal, I'm better than that. I will not- I shall not, I cannot stoop to your level. They assured me that this was a show that understood politics, where we can debate mano-a-mano, and I find myself having statistics hurled at me like so much stale confetti. We cannot boil people down to numbers! You have no idea, my friend, what it takes to serve, the sacrifices I've made to help my country, to help our city. The complexity of government, the.. the hideousness of my wife and.. the way her thighs grow like our national debt. Oh oh, sure.. Some people like that, but not me! It's a nightmare, my friend, and and and.. it's thrown back at me by an ingrate like you. I can scarcely get up in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Host: ..And with that outrageous revelation, let's take a break to tell you something very informative. You're logged to Pressing Issues on Sonicworx Public Blog. Over to you, Josh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ME: Thanks Jericho.. Nothing really informative.. I hate to burst your bubble but.. P.I. Talk show will return after a few hours, or days, or weeks.. (depending on my ability to finish this stupid script.) errr... stupid microsoft word..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special thanks to D.J. Lazlow for the idea and excerpts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115855181565233766?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115855181565233766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115855181565233766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115855181565233766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115855181565233766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/safety-issues-i.html' title='Safety Issues I'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115854893659405533</id><published>2006-09-18T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:21:10.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressing Issues Woot???</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center"&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Happy 5 daysarry.. beta test is over.. and were taking this blog to the next level.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Pressing Issues on sonicworx blog.. A blog which gives people exactly what you want: High quality educational articles about serious topics and the consistent reminder that this world is going to hell in a handbasket if you don't give me money.. Remember, This blog is commercial free because it is funded entirely by donations by our readers.. and corporate sponsors. So, if you're enjoying reading this blog, why not make a contribution? (And oh! By the way; I’ll try my best not to commit this sin called “swearing.”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Josh Espi a.k.a. Abysmal Poring, and this is Pressing Issues. Pressing Issues is a roundtable discussion group in which we, as self-important people say exactly what we think about things and then we argue amongst ourselves a bit.. Before leaving with views more extreme than when we came in.. Just kidding! This is a blog founded on the ancient Greek principle of enlightened debate and the American principle of free speech. Or is that the ancient Greek priniciple of feeding wisemen hemlock and the American principle of being annoying (annoyed?) and loud so no one can butt in? I forget. Only time will tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hit Back button and start pressing the issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115854893659405533?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115854893659405533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115854893659405533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115854893659405533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115854893659405533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/pressing-issues-woot.html' title='Pressing Issues Woot???'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115838863259313131</id><published>2006-09-16T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:22:14.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Money with Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Today, I rest myself from polluting your mind.. and for the damage I've caused you I'll be sharing some make-money-with-blogging secret which I discovered recently.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I make money from my site?&lt;/strong&gt; A lot of people don't realize this, but just like the television or magazine industry, the entire internet is supported by advertising in one way or another. When you go to any major site, you will see ads. Without advertising the internet would not exist the way it does today. When you sign up for free Web space at a place like Geocities or Bravenet , you can expect to have advertising on the site that you make there. Companies need to include advertising to support their businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get free space from a free host, you will have advertising on your site. When you purchase your own domain name and your own Web space, you will not have ads on your site. You don't have ads because the Web host is supported by the money you pay them for the space. If you own your own domain, you can get in touch with an ad agency to see if they would like to place ads on your site. Some advertisers require your site to have as little as 5,000 pageviews a month in order to accept your site into their agency. Some advertisers require you to have over 1,000,000 page views a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get accepted into an ad program, the agency will sell a certain amount of your ad space. Any ad inventory that remains unsold is usually sent to public service advertising, which will run for free on your site. You can avoid having public service advertising on your site by setting up a default ad. I sell my default space to people with personal sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two main types of advertising. One is known as CPM and one is known as CPC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPM Means "cost per thousand." The M is the Roman numeral for the number 1,000, therefore CPM. This means that you will get paid a certain amount every time the CPM ad loads 1,000 times. Each ad that appears on your site will have a different CPM. Usually, your ad agency and the advertiser set the CPM rate for your site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPC Means "cost per click." Each time that someone clicks on a CPC ad, you get paid an amount that is determined by your ad agency and the advertiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the above methods are usually used by an ad agency. Some of your ads will be CPM and some of them will be CPC. You can choose to run CPM ads only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using "google adsense" on my blog which generates revenues from both CPM and CPC. I'm new to it but I know people who earn as much as 800 us dollars to 1,800$ per month. Neat huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry about Pay Pal stuffs or Master cards If you don't have one.. You can choose your method of payment either by anyone of those said earlier or by check through postal mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Click the button below the "Powered by: Blogger" button (Lower Right) to start your own Ad-sense account and start making money. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115838863259313131?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115838863259313131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115838863259313131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115838863259313131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115838863259313131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/easy-money-with-blogging.html' title='Easy Money with Blogging'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115828504470504015</id><published>2006-09-15T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:23:06.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Environmental Problems, World Hunger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and other related issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.5 Campus Radio Dagupan’s segment Talk to Papa’s hosts, Papa Jake and Papa Rico, often mentions “world hunger” But never really elaborated it. Wish I could give you some ideas what’s about it and clear some related issues as well.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of those weird fashion issues. Today we’ll be going somewhere I’ve never been before. Let’s talk about environmental issues. Lately I’ve been one with my environmentalist side. I know you wont believe me if I said I just wasted two pesos and fifty centavos worth of load to be one of those who wanted the La Mesa Watershed be declared protected area. Truth is, I just enjoyed seeing Dong Abay rock again on the mini concert H2OY which was held for the program Save The La Mesa Watershed something. Dong was one of my childhood heroes. He once belonged to a band, which I know you all know, Yano. Does that ring a bell? He rocked back then, until drug addiction got the better of him. DON’T DO DRUGS! Hoo hah! &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Latest environmental distress was the massive oil spill in Guimaras. I really don’t care much about the people dying because of the fumes or being unemployed due to the incident. What hit me was the issues about politics making face “nag papa-star” by announcing themselves being one with the grieving people of the affected island (Bunch of mangy crocs.). Political adversaries setting aside their disputes with each other, uniting for a better cause, smiling at the television cameras, shaking hands and making “pakitang tao” stuffs(Can’t blame them.. “malapit na ang eleksyon”). Some politicians even aired themselves in national television giving their hair. Fuck that! What good is your hair compared to the millions and millions of pesos that was supposed to support a better livelihood for these poor victims? (I’m ‘na pull your pubic hair one by one and donate it to the victims.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for drifting again. Natural calamities due to abuse of mother nature, landslides, acid rain, oil spills, population boom, oil price hike, food shortage and other crap of the same sort. What kind of state is our world really in? People say “These are the end of days.. Doomsday is upon us.. The beast is born..” “Fear! The signs of apocalypse” “Cum baby!.. ughh cum!..” Err don’t mind the last one.. I don’t give a crap. All nonsense bull. A pessimistic view of the environment is all pervasive, shaped by the images and messages that confront us on the idiot box, the net, media, political statements and conversations in the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We ought not to let the environmental organizations, business lobbyists or the media be alone in presenting the truths and priorities. Rather, we should strive for a careful, democratic check on the environmental debate, by knowing the real state of the world.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Bjorn Lomborg, “Left-wing Greenpeace member&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all familiar with the litany:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our resources are running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The population is ever growing, leaving less and less for everyone to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The air and water are becoming ever more polluted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The planet’s species are becoming extinct in vast numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Humans are thus defiling the earth, decimating the biosphere and will end up killing and eating themselves in the process. Eventually, we will be eating our own dung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is just one problem. These shits are not backed up by the available evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No Shortages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mineral resources on which modern industry depends aren’t running out. For example, known reserves of fossil fuels and most commercially important metals are now much larger than they were thirty years ago. Reason: although we consume an increasing amount of these resources, we’ve discovered even more. We have also become more efficient, less wasteful at extracting and exploiting them.&lt;br /&gt;According to an article I’ve read, a statement was released by the U.S. Energy Information Administration saying, for example known oil reserves that could be extracted at reasonably competitive prices would keep the world economy running for ninety two years at present consumption rates. (Thank good ol’ U.S. president Bush for being a modern day Viking pillaging the Middle East, causing oil prices here in the Philippines to soar up high in rocket boosters. “Uncle fucker Bush.”) Anyway, the story is same for non energy resources. Despite an astounding increase in production and consumption, the available reserves of the most important resources, aluminum, iron, copper and zinc have grown even more, according to the UN Geological Survey. Their process have declined over the past century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, there must be some limit to the fossil fuels and metal ores that can be extracted: the planet, after all, has a finite mass and in real life there aren’t any “greedisgood” kind of cheats. But that limit is far greater than many would have believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the cost of both solar and wind energy has dropped by more than ninety percent over the past twenty years. Within fifty years, solar energy will probably be available at competitive prices. “Solar energy downside; Would it reduce 24/7 texters? Just a stupid thought.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fewer are Starving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over thirty years ago, biologist Ehrlich predicted: “The Battle to feed all of humanity is over. The famines of the seventies are upon us and hundreds of millions of more people are going to starve to death.” What would you do if you’re living at those times M.M.? Drane? Feed ‘ze damn Pirates! Well luckily It didn’t happen. According to U.N. figures, the world’s agricultural production has more than doubled since nineteen sixty one and more than tripled in the developing countries has increased from eight thousand plus kilojoules in nineteen sixty one to eleven thousand ninety in nineteen ninety eight.&lt;br /&gt;World population has doubled since nineteen sixty one, but the actual number of people starving in the developing world has fallen from almost nine hundred twenty million in nineteen seventy one to below seven hundred ninety two million in nineteen ninety seven. It’s expected to fall to four hundred million in year twenty thirty. These numbers are still frighteningly high. Yet, thanks to progress, two billion fewer are starving today. Massive growth in the world’s population that began around the fifties is mainly due to a fall in death rate. The result of improved access to food, medicine, clean water and sanitation. “It is not that people suddenly started breeding like rabbits. It’s just that they stopped dying like flies.” While the number of people will continue to increase, the birth rate is dropping.&lt;br /&gt;The U.N. forecasts that the world’s population will stabilize just below eleven billion by twenty two hundreds. (Can’t wait? Get yourself a gatling gun and go amok the highly populated cities. Shoot everyone in sight. Then get yourself killed. “At least you reduced point zero zero zero zero zero… zero one percent of the world’s population.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growth is the Solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pollution is no longer undermining our wellbeing because its burden has diminished dramatically in the developed world. Look at air pollution, which is one of the most important environmental problems. Here progress in the developed world has been unequivocal. Human health has benefited phenomenally from reductions in lead and particle concentration. Contrary to intuition, for example, and with respect to the most important pollutants, Manila air is today actually cleaner than it has been since the ninety’s.&lt;br /&gt;Air pollution has become worse in the developing world (as it did in the developed world in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries), mainly because of strong economic growth. But growth and the environment are not opposites – they compliment each other. Without adequate protection of the environment, growth is undermined. But without growth, it is not possible support environmental protection or vice versa.. or.. whatever!&lt;br /&gt;When developing countries attain high levels of income, they will – as those in the developed world have done – opt for, and be able to afford, an ever cleaner environment. “The key is not to produce less,” The World Bank says, “but to produce differently.” From the stand point of balancing environmental goals with economic wellbeing, some environmental policies, such as reducing lead in petrol and sulphur-dioxide emissions from fuel oil, are very cost effective. But still some are not. (Unleaded gasoline? Ever cared what it did for you and our country?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappearing Species?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assertion of the world’s massive apecies extinction – between 20,000 and 100,000 annually – are repeated everywhere you look. Yet this crap simply do not equate with the available evidence. The theory of biodiversity loss equates the number of species to area: the more space there is, the more species can exist. A rule of the thumb, which works well for islands, like here in the Philippines, is that if the area is reduced by ninety percent, the number of species will be halved. Thus, as rainforests were cut at alarming rates, many people expected the number of species to fall by half globally within a generation or two.&lt;br /&gt;Species seem to be more resilient than expected. The U.N. Global Biodiversity Assessment estimates an extinction rate of zero point one to one percent over the next fifty years. That figure is certainly not trivial. But much smaller than the ten to one hundred percent typically advanced in the media and else where. Fucking media, knights of truth my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is not without problems, and, of course, rational environmental management and investment are good ideas. But things are generally getting better, and they are likely to continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;There is no ecological catastrophe looming. Armageddon? Worry about it for the next thousand years.. We should set free our unproductive worries and focus on the important issues, so that we may indeed help make an even better world for tomorrow. Clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sources: some U.N. related articles, A book titled “The Skeptical Environmentalist” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by: Bjorn Lomborg, News papers and few gossip mongers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115828504470504015?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115828504470504015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115828504470504015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115828504470504015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115828504470504015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/environmental-problems-world-hunger.html' title='Environmental Problems, World Hunger'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115828393855508709</id><published>2006-09-15T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:24:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Quotable Quotes”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a moment, reflect on these quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being proven right or pleasantly surprised &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-George F. Will, The Leveling Wind (Viking) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO SAID IT?:&lt;/strong&gt; I catnap now and then, but I think while I nap, so it’s not a waste of time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a.) Albert Einstein &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;b.) Martha Stewart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;c.) Bill Gates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;d.) Garfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullbody"&gt;Answer: &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;b.) Martha Stewart, in Mc Call’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important outcome of education is to help students become independent of formal education. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Paul E. Gray, &lt;em&gt;in Technology Review&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with talking too fast is you may say something you haven’t thought of yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ann Landers, &lt;em&gt;Creators Syndicate&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Brilliance is like four-wheel drive: it enables a person to get stuck in even more remote places.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Garrison Keillor,&lt;em&gt; on “A Prairie Home Companion” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Helen Hayes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There is never a better measure of what a person is than what he does when he’s absolutely free to choose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-William M. Bulger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is temporary. When all is said and done, the only thing you’ll have left is your character. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Vince Gill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-timed silence is the most commanding expression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mark Helprin, &lt;em&gt;in The Wall Street Journal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115828393855508709?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115828393855508709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115828393855508709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115828393855508709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115828393855508709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/quotable-quotes.html' title='“Quotable Quotes”'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115819768669539245</id><published>2006-09-14T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:44:11.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conservative Women and Tiny Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Starting another one of those never ending gender wars? Nope.. Today we’ll be talking about the “conservative-kuno” attitude of women (specifically Filipina women).&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; “Conservative-KUNO” (“Kuno” means unrealistic, false, fraud) Whoops! Note: Before you girls go gaga and start a massive manhunt for yours truly, read this; This issue was proposed to me by a girl who got bigger and wider ideas, and is certainly enjoying, being a girl. Yes ladies, you heard me right. Think of it as me being her or her being me or whatever! So drop those raised eyebrows and lets start pressing this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, let me share an experience that happened few weeks ago. I took a PUJ (Public utility jeep or jeepney) ride on my way to school. I noticed this man sitting next to me getting all excited and hyped up (I guess someone made a mistake discharging this patient from the mental health hospital too soon). I wonder what’s making this freak uneasy; he is really starting to get into my nerves. Then I noticed, he kept staring at something.. Oh shoot! Now I know what’s making him look like he’s got ants on his pants(Psycho maniac). Sitting opposite him is a lady wearing something, I don’t know what you call it, but something provocative, a clothing covering half or maybe only a third of her breasts. I didn’t mind. Maybe the lady doesn’t mind at all. Few minutes later, I heard a loud slap. I thought one of the jeep’s tire blew off. Then there was screaming and shouting next to where I was sitting. Its the lady going berserk over the maniac who kept peeping underneath her clothes. (And I thought she didn’t mind.) So, how did world war three came to an end? The maniac took off the jeep. (I guess he tried catching another ride, loser.) And the lady (As what most ladies often do.) unstoppable mumblings. (deeb.. deebideep.. beep.. Im an alien and I find it difficult to understand your language with a hundred words per second.) add up those usyoseros and usyoseras saying “Hay pag ako ikaw, hindi lang un ang inabot ng gagong yun” (If I were you that bastard would get more beating than that.) and other stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien to Lady: You’re annoying me. Your enemy took off. What’s the point of mumbling about what happened? Want me to zap you with my lazer gun? (What a bitch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien: Di bee dy, bee si dee, em pi tri.. mura lang.. Lazer gun ba? meron ako puwede hulugan five gives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to pressing issues. I know you guys think I shouldn’t have call that bitch a bitch or bitch bitch.. whatever! Everyone on that jeep took side with the lady except me. Its not because I got irritated with her witchy screams and all that. Come to think of it, will that incident happen if that girl wore those kind of clothing in the first place? This incident do happen everyday. Have you seen ladies wearing tees they call “hanging” and kept pulling it down to prevent showing their skins? Why wear that kind of shit in the first place? How about those V-neck, Plunging necklines? You girls think you look cool in it, then afterwards you hold your handkerchief against your chest to cover those things you call cleavage. My ass! Low rise jeans and being conscious about someone seeing your underwear’s strap? Nah ah?! What are you trying to tell the world with your fashion statements?? Crap! Keep doing that. You girls look funnier than clowns. I mean, what’s the point of wearing those kind of clothing when you feel uneasy and uncomfortable anyway? It is the issue; Don’t act like you’re one of those modern, liberated women or trying to look like one if you can’t handle it. Some of you might say it is because men are perverts by nature, were just protecting ourselves from those kind. But hell no! Men are just plain good at appreciating beauty, art. What if we guys are staring at your humps because we just simply admire them with no malice at all? Its like saying “Hi friend.. Ang ganda ng cleavage mo ha?” would you say “Salamat!”? No! no.. no.. no.. Instead we get a double, triple slap and a crunchy “BASTOS!” What if the guy isn’t a real guy? like; “Friend ang ganda ng boobs mo.. Inggit ako” You really wont know what’s on a man’s head, so what’s the hasty action for? What if my psycho-maniac-co-passenger-number-one-loser wasn’t really thinking anything malicious about staring at the girl’s tits? What if it just reminds him of something special? childhood for example. What if the tits remind him of the unending love and nurturing of his mother who might have passed away? No one knows, no one really knows. Poor bastard, silenced forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up for the women who’s preserving the traditional ways and keeping it real. Two thumbs up for those modern, liberated Filipinas who knows how to hustle and play. And a middle finger up for those bitches who don’t know where to place themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just playing ladies.. You all know I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115819768669539245?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115819768669539245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115819768669539245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115819768669539245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115819768669539245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/conservative-women-and-tiny-clothes.html' title='Conservative Women and Tiny Clothes'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34313237.post-115811914770579063</id><published>2006-09-13T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:27:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morality Issues: Public Nudity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Why is it Immoral being Nude in Public?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, We’ll be talking about morality issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First what is morality? What the hell is it? What must be our guidelines in conforming with it? Its just a common word right? But look deeper and you’ll see how complicated it is.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; We all know it is morally wrong to shoot someone in the head and go around the city, boasting “I just shot a fucking faggot!”. Come to think of it? Why do soldiers go to war and butcher their fellow earthlings? The terrorism, the fundamentalist muslims? These people think its cool to kill for their religion’s sake and go to heaven afterwards (Idiots).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nudity, why is it so immoral going out in public with your birthday suit? The first people were naked, then why arrest me if I go out shopping without my trousers on? These are just some of the many reasons I get confuse with this topic. Morality morality morality.. Isn’t it just made up by people to protect themselves from the harsh realities of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Why is it Immoral being Naked in Public?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I think this is a nice way to jump start our morality issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRO: Nudism is being one with nature. Feel the cool breeze and the warmth of the sun on your skin. With it you don’t have to worry about what clothes to wear, how’d you look like. This world would be crime free, violence free. Animals are naked, look at them living a simple life. Since the Big Bang everyone was naked. You were naked when you came here to earth. Designer clothes? call it designer nudism. No more overspending. Instead of worrying what clothes to buy you could just donate your money to the needy. Think of a better world to live in. Without clothes, everyone would be equal. No one would know if you’re rich or poor. How could they tell the difference? Crime rates would go down. No more pick pocketing. You could go to city and manage traffic, who would know if you’re a police or not? No more Peeping Toms. Inferiority complex amongst men would be reduced. No more worrying about that hole in your pants. Think about it, this might be the solution to the worldwide economic crisis we, 3rd world countries are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTI: Nudists, Scums of the Earth! Public nudity leads to naughty things. Rape crimes would bubble up. Unwanted pregnancies, Single moms. We aren’t animals, just humping whoever we see naked and shout “Yee ha! Yee ha!” It is just s o so wrong. Immoral, that is the right term. Deviant, yes, How could you say to billions of people “Hey! It is alright to be naked. Take off your cheap imitation clothes, you bastard!” That is lunacy. How could you concentrate shop ping when you see people with their pricks and holes dangling around. What kind of alien would approve to change our way of living? This is the modern age, where people dress up to look cool. Its like being a peacock spreading their tail feathers to attract a partner during the mating season. It is true, clothes were invented for protection from the ever changing climates. But now clothes were made for this thing called fashion. Fashion is a lifestyle, it shows what kind of personality every individual has, so there is nothing really wrong about it. When you see someone dressed almost the same way you are dressed then it bridges the gap. You make friends with fashion. At least you know when to run away from weirdos, geeks and nerds. That’s better than making friends with them first and leaving them afterwards. (“Ah! the pain! The pain!”) You know what I mean. Anti nudism helps the economy, well, at least for fashion designers. Without clothes I find no thrill in life. Its like leaving a gift wrapped in fancy papers under a Christmas tree. My folks always say “Don’t open it till Christmas morn'.” Crave and drool for it. I think something kinky like a g-string is sexier than nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Who’s side are you in? Time to “Press The Issue” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34313237-115811914770579063?l=pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/feeds/115811914770579063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34313237&amp;postID=115811914770579063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115811914770579063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34313237/posts/default/115811914770579063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pi-sonicworx.blogspot.com/2006/09/morality-issues-public-nudity.html' title='Morality Issues: Public Nudity'/><author><name>Anomie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/166/3615/200/hehe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
