<?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-12523248</id><updated>2011-09-06T01:49:35.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspension of disbelief required</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-1185051789712177375</id><published>2007-11-22T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T05:05:21.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A snapshot of impending doom</title><content type='html'>There is nowhere to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/touhou1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Touhou_Project"&gt;Perfect Cherry Blossom&lt;/a&gt; for a while now and I have to say, THE BULLETS ARE EVERYWHERE. This game is ridiculously difficult. The cool things about it are the amazing background music and the awesome and pretty bullet patterns used. It's an excellent game to play when you want to take a 5-10min break because chances are you'll be dead in a minute or two. But do not despair! At least you were taken down by a colorful Sine/Cosine Wave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the witch character in the game sux. The shrine maiden is ok. The maid is FRIGGIN awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-1185051789712177375?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/1185051789712177375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=1185051789712177375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/1185051789712177375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/1185051789712177375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2007/11/snapshot-of-impending-doom.html' title='A snapshot of impending doom'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-8696440261925278502</id><published>2007-10-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:06:22.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gambit system is overhyped!</title><content type='html'>I've been reading an article in RPGfan.com about FFXII's &lt;a href="http://rpgfan.com/editorials/2007/10-29.html"&gt;gambit system&lt;/a&gt;. As some of you know, FFXII is NOT in the list of my "top tier" RPG's and i feel that its gambit system is one of the most overrated "innovations" in RPG history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things that I would like to point out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The gambit system creates a DECENT ai. They didn't really make something spectacular, it's just that the AI that controls your party members in other games are a LOT more stupid. I mean, come on..... I want an AI that heals me when i have low hp, use the correct status spells/items, revive me when i get KO'ed. Is that really too much to ask? O_o I'm no programmer, but that sounds REALLY easy to code. Oh, btw, Tales of the Abyss's A.I. is also good. Looks like the gambit system isn't the only decent AI out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) AI's are more suitable in fast paced (and thus non turnbased) battles where every character is constanty beating something up, or casting something, or is dead. You need AI's because you wont be able to control the characters all at once. Now, in FFXII, it's just a modifed version of the active-time-bar system that is set in active-mode. They could've just turned it into menu based battles and the result will be pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) BUT BUT, GAMBIT SYSTEM + NO LOADING SCREENS FOR RANDOM BATTLES = HUGH TIMESAVER!! I dunno, there's just something boring about FFXII's battles. I think it's the combination of boring attack animations, boring casting animations (except for the FEW tiems you use summons/quickenngs, those look cool), repetitve casting of your buffs when you're walking around, and your incredibly boring characters. Oh, about the attack animations, i'm not saying that they need uber-cool moves like in Star Ocean or something, it's just that there's no FLAIR in the way they attack. I mean, they just SWING their swords. After 60 hours of just *watching*, things get pretty boring. Personally, if they wanted to eliminate the loading screens, i would've preferred a Crono Trigger type of system rather than the gambit system for FFXII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Why in the world should gambits be bought anyway? I mean, can't i just tell balthier: Hey dude, Heal me when my HP is 1/2? or Give me an antidote when i turn purple ok? Noooooo..... Apparently, there's some kind of complex instruction manual on how to do that and you have to buy them for X gil. And why the hell is there 10-line cap in gambits? Me so sorry... You give me too many commands to follow duuuuuuuuuuuh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) What makes the game even more boring is the sucky cast of characters that you have. Balthier is the only person in your group that has ATTITUDE. The others are like BLAH. And what's more? In terms of combat ability, there's pretty much NO difference between the members of your party because of the god-awful&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=215"&gt; license board&lt;/a&gt;. The license board has got to be the most retarded invention in the FF series. That or FF8's draw system. In the end, unless you want to use crappy bows, uber-slow guns, or half-baked lances, everybody will probably be equipping swords and hacking away at enemies. And all of them can cast Curaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) And don't get me even started with the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, FFXII's graphix pretty much trumps any flaws it has in the gameplay department. So i'll still give it a high rating XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-8696440261925278502?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/8696440261925278502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=8696440261925278502' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/8696440261925278502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/8696440261925278502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2007/10/gambit-system-is-overhyped.html' title='gambit system is overhyped!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-1627438128124035684</id><published>2007-08-16T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:01:25.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Looking P#$%T@!</title><content type='html'>I'm a curious fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while now, I've noticed that Clear shampoo is advertising like crazy. I hear ads of it on the radio everytime i fetch my sister from work, twice or more times. I see posters of it splattered in the supermarket across my home. I assume there are TV commercials of it too though i dont watch local channels very often. Wanting to somewhat apply the lessons of marketing that I learned during my college days, I guess the ME part of me was wondering what company is responsible for such a blitz marketing strategy. No. There's no such term. But i want to use it because the word BLITZ sounds cool. Blitz Blitz Bliltz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was in the Peoplesoft Mercury Drugstore earlier today and those Clear Anti Dandruff shampoos were being sold there. At last to satisfy my curiousity, i picked one up and looked at the back of the bottle to see who was behind the BLITZ marketing. Then, out of nowhere, this ninja Clear promotion saleslday appeared out of nowhere and kept giving me free samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jahe dudes. Sarap hiritin: "MISS, WALA AKO DANDRUFF, OK? Tumitingin lang ako dito." Throw in a couple of expletives in that sentence too.. Oh well, Of course i didnt say that though, so ended up taking that damn sample. Since the store was pretty small, a bunch of people was looking my way as the saleslady was ENTHUSIASTICALLY explaining why Clear was the better Anti Dandruff Shampoo brand. I bet they were probably thinking.. YUCK DANDRUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip! X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Clear is a Unilever product. So I blame them for this incident!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU UNILEVER! GO P&amp;amp;G!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-1627438128124035684?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/1627438128124035684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=1627438128124035684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/1627438128124035684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/1627438128124035684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-looking-pt.html' title='Just Looking P#$%T@!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-115013464102768901</id><published>2006-06-12T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:21:06.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Happened</title><content type='html'>That's a headline I want to see on a newspaper someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No newspaper today, coz it's independence day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what will happen if one day, everybody woke up and did nothing besides the ordinary. Everything they did during the day had no impact whatsoever on the fate of mankind. They just walked around, went to work, had a few donuts or so, went home, and watched a little television before going to sleep. The more interesting people, say politicians, you know, people who regularly appear on the papers, worked on laws that people really don't care about. Perhaps they just discussed what the national flower should really be the entire day (which, at the end of the day, they agreed it to be sampaguita).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada. Nothing to write about for that day. The newspaper the following morning will read: NOTHING HAPPENED. Instead of the Inquirer being like 50 pages long, it'll just be 2 pages. One is the headlines, consisting of the "NOTHING HAPPENED" line, and blank space below it. The second page will be the comics section. Probably a few sudoku puzzles here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I rambled on for a few paragraphs. Who would've thought writing about nothing can go on for quite a few lines. I just wasted a couple of minutes of your day. Precious seconds you can never have back. Mwahahaha &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Everybody have a great weak. GO MIAMI! MIAMI IN 6!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-115013464102768901?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/115013464102768901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=115013464102768901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/115013464102768901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/115013464102768901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/06/nothing-happened.html' title='Nothing Happened'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-114852714717570255</id><published>2006-05-24T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:19:55.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Suck At</title><content type='html'>Sure, no one is perfect. That's the pre-existence character building rule that we filled up before we were born. We each were given a piece of paper, with a list of skills and abilities in it, and were told to pick X number of skills which we will excel at, Y number of skills which we will suck at, and for the rest of the skills, we will pretty much have an average level of competence (up to two standard deviations from the norm). Unfortunately, at that time, we have yet to comprehend the significance of, oh say, LVL10 mastery of financial markets. Instead, we skipped this skill and opted to get the slightly less important skill "can lick my elbows".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the things that I totally suck at is drawing. Ever since around grade 3 or so, I never attempted to draw, or doodle, or whatever. I pretty much survived the remaining art projects of my high school days by having my artist friends doodle stuff for me. THe one time in HS that I was forced to make a comic book (for an eco class), I drew stick figures. OH yeah! High art! Suffice to say, I am the worst draw-er in class. Oh wait, hindi pala. One of my friends is even worse than me (hellhound boy),while ryan and I have pretty much equal levels of drawing "skill". *sigh* And I really want to draw X_X;; Kaingit domon. Pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i suck at? Swimming. Well, you all know that story. Right, tops? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/Err.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-114852714717570255?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/114852714717570255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=114852714717570255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114852714717570255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114852714717570255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-i-suck-at.html' title='Things I Suck At'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-114351586550592749</id><published>2006-03-27T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:17:45.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger</title><content type='html'>Buena Bonita burgers creep me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I had eaten their burgers a couple of months ago at the gilmore LRT2 station and they were delicious (then again, I was stark raving hungry that time though). Plus, the aroma when they cook the burgers just makes me drool... Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What creeps me out is the price. 22 pesos for 2 burgers (Buy 1 take 1). That's pretty darn cheap. It really makes me wonder if there's a catch somewhere... Those ARE still beef patties right? o.O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, nothing much to talk about aside from the 448php haircut which most of you already know about. Damn sneaky barbershop! X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-114351586550592749?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/114351586550592749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=114351586550592749' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114351586550592749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114351586550592749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/03/burger.html' title='Burger'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-114210276571265245</id><published>2006-03-11T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:56:27.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Jet Li Almost Died Twice (in movies)</title><content type='html'>At last, after weeks of anticipation, I finally got to watch Fearless. This post contains major spoilers in the plot so I advice anyone who hasn't watched it to stop reading if they do not wish to know the said spoilers. But then again, there wasn't much of a plot anyway... Just punches and kicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie started out great. At the beginning, there were some chinese text to briefly explain the historical background of the movie (which was lacking subtitles, so a rough translation of it probably was.. Jet Li kicks ass). Then after that, BAKBAKAN agad! Out of nowhere, BAM! Everybody started fighting.. There were already 3 different fights barely 15 minutes into the film. I thought, man, this is going to be a great movie. Then disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet Li was a really bad guy in this movie (for the 1st half of the movie anyway). I want an ordinary movie with a stereotypical hero who beats the crap out of goons and thugs. Damnit, Jet Li should be a good guy! He had a change of heart at the 2nd half of the movie though. But still, I can't imagine Wong Fei Hung being a bad guy &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my second rant... the transition from evil-li to good-li takes place in a farm. There's like 20 minutes of farming scenes in it. BORING! If I was the director of the flick, the village will be attacked by bears, then Jet li fights em barehanded (while the bears fight Jet Li bearhanded). Ah puns. Sorry =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, he dies in the end. I was like, WTF?!? Kabo said it was predictable. But damn, this guy punches holes on concrete walls! How CAN he die?!? By one of the lamest way possible, Poison. You would think these kungfu masters have learned their lesson already. I mean 80% of kungfu masters had been poisoned.. It's one of the  staples of kungfu flick: The really strong and unbeatable master dies by poison.  But do they bring their own darn bottled water to fights? Nope! House tea lang palagi. &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, all in all, it was a great movie. It's not a typical brainless fight flick. There's some pretty ummm "profound" moments in there including a conversation on the similarities of tea drinking and life or whatever. It has a half decent plot, although not entirely unique. I give it a 9/10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Jet Li dies in Fearless. (Death #1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home, I watched a movie I downloaded, Fist of Legend. This is another Jet Li flick. (Yes, I'm bored). He needs to redeem himself by kicking more asses. Then as the movie nears the end, bang! They kill Jet Li again! Nooooooo......... Everything is going horribly wrong for the kungfu master today. But good thing his death was fake and was used to deceive the Japanese. Hurray! He survives. So there. It's now nearly 3am and I'm off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-114210276571265245?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/114210276571265245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=114210276571265245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114210276571265245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114210276571265245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-jet-li-almost-died-twice-in-movies.html' title='The Day Jet Li Almost Died Twice (in movies)'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-114190802601241170</id><published>2006-03-09T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:10:17.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Killed My Master, You Bastard!</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago, I was having my usually afternoon merienda in Jollibee. So there I was, munching on my regular yum, and watching a kiddie party. All's going well when suddenly, they played the song by Bone Thugs and Harmony "Crossroads".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little note to the organizers, better song selection please. Crossroads is a song dedicated to a dead member of Bone Thugs, thus the line "see you at the crossroads, so you won't be lonely". It's a pretty morbid song and definitely not suited for 6 year old birthday parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has been going on recently. We weren't able to watch fearless last weekend so I downloaded a classic old school kungfu flick to quench my craving for some serious-ass-kicking, devoid-of-plot movies. I watched "Iron Monkey". Man, these kinds of flicks are the best. No cheesy bullet times, no stupid special effects. Just pure skill. There's nothing deep or profound about this movies, no underlying concept of existensialism or anything, but who cares? More flying kicks please! Here's a few screenshots on how cool this movie is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/vlcsnap-15589.png" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 10 year old kid splits and holds a bamboo staff, Keanu reeves can't eve kick higher than his hips.. &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/vlcsnap-17633.png" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting on bamboo poles, not just lamely posing on them (Karate Kid &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/vlcsnap-19873.png" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-Shadow Kick si freakin cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-114190802601241170?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/114190802601241170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=114190802601241170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114190802601241170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114190802601241170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-killed-my-master-you-bastard.html' title='You Killed My Master, You Bastard!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-114126971968891329</id><published>2006-03-01T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:21:59.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrots</title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular (or not so popular) beliefs, I am not a vegetable hater. Hey, I love my veggies just like any average health concious person would. It's just that there are some of them that i hate, the first ones that come into mind are carrots *yech*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked carrots. I threw up after eating one when I was a kid. Since then, I've been eating other more delectable vegetable dishes (Bicol express... Mmm...) What makes me wonder is, of all the kinds of veggies out there, why is it that only carrots have been turned into a variety of other products. There's carrot cake (which my relatives usually order for the sheer sake of making fun of me), and carrot juice. I mean, why only carrots? It isn't sweet or anything. Why not a broccoli cake? Or cauliflower muffins? Nope, it has to be the vegetable i hate the most, carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft... The universe is out to get me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-114126971968891329?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/114126971968891329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=114126971968891329' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114126971968891329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114126971968891329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/03/carrots.html' title='Carrots'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-114057573146865218</id><published>2006-02-21T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:00:28.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Wish</title><content type='html'>I like to gaze at the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. You can stop giggling now. I now what you're thinking.. "Feeling wa tse lei naman to, magtetext tapos titingin sa langit at ngingiti". Nothing that cheesy. It's just that with everything that is happening in our life: all the responsibilities we face, the problems we encounter, the dreams we wish to achieve, and the sheer irritation caused by moronic people around us, our minds seems to be caught in a maelstorm of activities and it's nice to get away from all of this and, at least for the time being, think of nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I was in our roofdeck gazing at the stars. It was a surprisingly clear night even though it rained pretty hard a while ago. And for the first time, I saw a shooting star! No bullshit, i really did see one. What do you do when you see a shooting star? Make a wish (no F-4 pun intended). After a while, it occured to me: "I can't think of one wish!" Sure I can think of multiple wishes, but having to choose just one is too darn difficult to do.. Well, needless to say, after a (long) while I had one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you. What would you wish for o.O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, do you notice that the best retorts, the best hirits usually enters your mind long after the conversation is over? It's always, "why the hell didn't I think of that earlier on?". Instead, you made some innane comment about asparagus or something. Bah. Sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-114057573146865218?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/114057573146865218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=114057573146865218' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114057573146865218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114057573146865218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/02/make-wish.html' title='Make a Wish'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-114005896165277838</id><published>2006-02-15T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:22:22.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler, again.</title><content type='html'>I've been DOTA'ing like crazy the past few weeks (till the wee hours in the morning usually) and thus I haven't been able to update my little blog. Not that i have anything worthwhile to write anyway. So here's one of those tag thingies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what is the first thing you look at?&lt;br /&gt;A: I cast no reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you today?&lt;br /&gt;A: 700 pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "test"?&lt;br /&gt;A: Jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite plant?&lt;br /&gt;A: White Flower :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the fourth person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the main ring tone on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: FFVII Jenova-Death Battle Theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;A: white sleeveless shirt that shows off my bulging biceps. Kidding. Just a plain ol gray shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you label yourself?&lt;br /&gt;A: How can you not label yourself (or others for tha matter). The main thing is seeing past labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Brand of shoes you're currently wearing.&lt;br /&gt;A: rubber slippers from the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or dark room?&lt;br /&gt;A: Doesn't really matter. It depends on the situation anyway. But I slightly prefer bright rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: Kicking asses in DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was the last text message you received on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: Darn: Okay n to, 4 on 4 whole court, bayaran ko na to bukas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you ever click on "pop ups" or banners?&lt;br /&gt;A: Once. Or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's a saying that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;A: waaaaah XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who told you they love you last?&lt;br /&gt;A: HS fren. A generic message to the whole barkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;A: The cat downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many drugs have you done in the past three days?&lt;br /&gt;A: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?&lt;br /&gt;A: Dude, digital is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;A: My previous life when I was lord and king of Atlantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;A: Enemy? That would imply a certain equality between us so the answer is none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;A: Ichimaru Gin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: Lakas ni Nortrom pag end game pare, syang wala lang ngang disable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you have to choose between 1, 000, 000 bucks or to be able to change a major regret?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'll choose the money. I have no regrets in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;A: a cup in hand... The nescafe jingle playing on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. People I hope to see do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;A: Be my guest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-114005896165277838?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/114005896165277838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=114005896165277838' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114005896165277838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/114005896165277838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/02/filler-again.html' title='Filler, again.'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113928111830888581</id><published>2006-02-06T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:09:17.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisked!</title><content type='html'>I went to a bank earlier this morning to pay our PhilHealth bills. It's a routine thing to do every month. So there I was, minding my own business, and as I entered the bank, I was stopped and frisked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, no big deal. Standard security measures right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. After I went in, I noticed that the guy walking behind me wasn't frisked as he entered the bank. A few other customers also went in and none of them were frisked. The guards didn't even check their clutch bags and stuff. Even guys in shorts and slippers just waltzed right inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insulted! Am I really that suspicious looking? O.O;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113928111830888581?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113928111830888581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113928111830888581' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113928111830888581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113928111830888581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/02/frisked.html' title='Frisked!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113863890724659645</id><published>2006-01-30T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T08:38:04.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandfather Power</title><content type='html'>I do not presume to know the inner workings of the car engine. I do not know what a radiator looks like. I do not know where the spark plug is located. The only thing I can probably recognize is the car battery. That is why when our driver popped open the hood while our war-car L200 was parked in mcdo, i peeked inside to increase my knowledge of car engines. Sure, it looks complicated and all, but despite my limited knowledge, there is something under the hood that I am quite sure shouldn't be there. I'm not making this up. Under the hood were a pair of old rubber shoes, tied to one of the engine parts. What's up with that? Well, whatever. As long as the car starts and moves, they can even throw in a grapefruit in there for all I care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much don't know how most of the stuff around us work. We just have faith in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, My cousins (3 of them) and I went to san juan yesterday to play badminton with my brother's in-laws. My bro's father and mother-in-law were there, plus a few of their relatives. Seeing that they were in their 50's, Our first impression was "this is going to be easy". After playing a couple of games, my bro's father-in-law and his brother challenged my hussler cousins to a game. I thought my cousins were going to own them... WRONG! My cousins were completely decimated. 15-0. 2 sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it really wasn't THAT embrassing. My titos were actually pretty smart players. As they said after the game, Wala sa lakas ng tira ang galing. Sure, my cousin moves faster, hits stronger, and probably has more stamina, but my tito was a lot smarter! He isn't a doctor for nothing. But what was funny was what my tito said to me after, "Actually, they lost to two grandfathers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brains do beat brawns XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still best to have both. Like me. B-)&lt;br /&gt;Well. No. Not really. But i sure wish i did. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113863890724659645?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113863890724659645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113863890724659645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113863890724659645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113863890724659645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/01/grandfather-power.html' title='Grandfather Power'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113807128929916736</id><published>2006-01-23T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:34:10.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fillers</title><content type='html'>No news except for pacquiao, here's a math question for the incredibly bored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sadistic professor addresses a group of 20 students. He announces that the following day he will decide whether to flunk them or pass each one. The students will be blindfolded, a red or blue hat will be placed on each student's head, and the students will be placed in a circle. Then the blindfolds will be removed, and each will be asked in turn the color of their hat. If they answer correctly, they will be passed, otherwise they will be flunked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each student will be able to see the color of every other student's hat, but not their own. If the professor detects any signaling by facial expression, gesture, posture, vocal quality or the like, everyone will be shot. Each student will only be allowed to speak one word, "red" or "blue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students meet that evening, and come up with a strategy that will ensure that at least 19 of the 20 will be saved. What is this strategy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prizes for the first 10 solutions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113807128929916736?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113807128929916736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113807128929916736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113807128929916736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113807128929916736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/01/fillers.html' title='Fillers'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113776638927184901</id><published>2006-01-20T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T07:14:35.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Big Fight!</title><content type='html'>For the past week, whenever you look at the newspapers, listen to the radio, or watch TV, 2 words will definitely be there: MANNY PACQUIAO. This guy is the most famous person in Philippine history. If team pacquiao runs for the 2007(?) elections, it'll be a landslide victory for them, even if all the other politicians, honest ones or otherwise, band together. *Snicker* Who am I kidding, all the politicians are corrupt. I'd make a poll, but I don't know how to. &gt;&lt;;; Oist charles, paturo naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine the amount of pressure Manny has to deal with. The fate of the ENTIRE NATION is resting on his shoulders. This guy is perhaps the only thing holding our nation together. Pretty soon, our National Anthem will be changed from Lupang Hinirang to "Para sa Iyo (ang Laban na to)". Yes, for those of you who don't know, Pacquiao now has his own music CD! All sung by him. And of course, with great powers comes great showbiz potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really hope he wins. Skillwise, I think Morales is a lot better than Pacquiao. Plus the fact that Morales is, in Ragnarok terms, "makunat". He wasn't even bruised after their first fight while Pacquiao was a bloody mess. But then again, Pacquiao still has a clear advantage in speed and power. Whatever happens, it's going to be a good fight on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, ever since that fluke win versus barrera, Manny's hasn't won a big fight. Let's not count the two pakains ok? (Thailand fashung guy and Hector Velasquez). I just can't imagine the disappointment millions of people will feel if Manny loses &gt;&lt;;; This has got to be the biggest buildup for an athlete ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the media propaganda worked. Now I feel that this fight is no longer just an ordinary boxing match. Sure, it's still Pacman and El Terrible in that ring. But you can't help but feel that the entire nation is watching this fight. Every Filipino, regardless of social status, ethnicity, religion, or any other differences, is rooting for Manny. And in a nation struggling with rampant corruption in the government, greedy selfish politicians, and a crappy economy, this fight has become a mirror of our own struggles in life. We want Manny to win because, at some level, we can empathize with him and we want to believe that we can defeat all obstacles through sheer faith and willpower. Fight! With all your heart and soul, we can win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that was cheesy. If the fight on Sunday will be made into a movie, there's going to be a flashback scene between the rounds. Then when the 6th round bell sounds, all the filipino's watching will channel their energy to Pacman and he will finish off Morales with a left straight while shouting defiantly.. "MABUHAY ANG PILIPINAS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO PACQUIAO!! TAPUSIN MO NA YAN SA 6th!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/boxing.gif" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113776638927184901?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113776638927184901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113776638927184901' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113776638927184901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113776638927184901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-big-fight.html' title='One Big Fight!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113755621922760972</id><published>2006-01-17T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:01:17.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No sense of direction</title><content type='html'>I've lived in here in manila for like 21 years now, and up to now, I still get confused in the Ermita area. Mabini, M.H. Del Pilar, Padre Faura, Pedro Gil, Bocobo.. they all look the same to me. I went to RP last sunday to meet with some friends and instead of going down at Pedro Gil, I made para in Padre Faura. At first I was disoriented but then I saw this tall building that looks like Rob Place. Stupid thing is, for some reason I thought that RP was the only tall infrastructure in that area. Never mind that it can be a condominium or something... It must be RP. So with full confidence, I walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big mistake. I walked all the way to Hyatt. Dumbass. I was pretty tired from walking (and the badminton earlier that morning) and I desperately need something to drink.  Good thing there's a 7-11 just around the corner. It's one of the certainties in life. When in a bind, there's always a 7-11 nearby. Convinient convinience stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I really should pay attention to roads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on with the ramblings. I had some pretty weird dreams lately, but nothing tops the one I had earlier. In the dream, I was back in high school and get this, we had 2 new foreign exchange students from Russia. Then they hatched a really sinister plot to take over the world and all the while shouting "For the Fatherland! For Russia!". I woke up thinking.. What the hell was that? I have absolutely no idea how my subconcious got those bit and pieces. &gt;&lt;;; Some cookie psychic said that dreams contain hidden meanings. I wonder what this is all about? What deep philosophical insights did that dream contain? What socio-cultural implications did the Russians have? Why can't I dream of Charlize Theron instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113755621922760972?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113755621922760972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113755621922760972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113755621922760972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113755621922760972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-sense-of-direction.html' title='No sense of direction'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113733085467294024</id><published>2006-01-15T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T05:51:48.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday the 15th</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. now that didn't have the same impact as friday the 13th. This was supposed to be written on that damned day but I was pretty busy back then. No, really, I DO have stuff to do at work too. (once in a while that is, if i hurry) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with this bad luck anyway? People just want something to blame went things get screwed up. The peso was down by .025, stock market was also down 10 points. Analysts blame it on interest rates and friday the 13th. Atlanta Hawks lose again, blames poor defense and friday the 13th. Then again, the hawks just suck. Go Joe Johnson! Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I still can't believe why I'm not ruling the world. I have all the solutions to people's problems, more or less. Friday the 13th? You know why that date keeps popping up every year? It's because of that darn gregorian(julian? anglo saxon?) calendar. You get months with 30 days, 31 days, 28 (or 29 days). Woe is me, I didn't know that "knuckle" trick you use to determine which months have 31 and which have 30 days until around late high school ata. Banban. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the solution for solving the dreaded friday the 13th, this also solves the confusing 30 and 31 day months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month will only have exactly 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Add an extra month after December. Preferabbly to me named after me.&lt;br /&gt;December 16* is a double day. That way, I get to celebrate my birthday on 2 days. This is also a special non working holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? 365 days in a year. On leap years, my birthday will be a 3ple day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more friday the 13th! Fridays=7x+5 where X €{1,2,3}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm tired. I hope everybody will have great week ahead of them. Here's a dancing mog to give you all good luck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/mog.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be converted to match the new calendar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113733085467294024?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113733085467294024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113733085467294024' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113733085467294024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113733085467294024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday-15th.html' title='Sunday the 15th'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113712266319724033</id><published>2006-01-12T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:24:23.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh happy day!</title><content type='html'>At last, after nearly 2 years of waiting, after 2 years of having to deal with my friends asking (rather sarcastically) "oh? nsan na ipod mo", I finally got my ipod! Yey! Oh happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/B0007VHJRY.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a catch though. I can't use my ipod until I buy a new computer. My old PC's cd rom drive is busted so I can't install the Itunes software &gt;&lt;;; bah. Well, it's about time I bought a new computer anyway. I'm sick and tired of having to wait for 10 minutes for it to boot. I'm sick and tired of having the "low system memory" warning always popping up. I even have to wait for a couple of minutes to load word and excel! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, because of the limited budget, I wasn't able to get the pentium dual core, 2gigs of ram, and 300 gigs of HD. XD Ah. Farewell my old computer. We had lots of memories together.. (whisper card while doing my POM exam is one of them XD) I shall always remember you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee! new computer! I'd be tempted to play MMORPG's, but they're just too damn time consuming. I'd rather spend my time doing something more constructive.. like watch crappy shows like Ripley's Believe it or not freaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113712266319724033?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113712266319724033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113712266319724033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113712266319724033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113712266319724033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh happy day!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113673540853332462</id><published>2006-01-08T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T07:59:16.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most stupid invention ever</title><content type='html'>Ok, here is one of my most embarassing moments. Apparently, it was so embarassing that I subconciously altered my memory to pretend that nothing ever happened. First of all, here is the culprit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/revolving-doors2.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID REVOLVING DOORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fiberglass is so damn shiny and clean that it becomes nearly transparent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, I was in greenhills with my friends and there was a line going into promenade because the revolving doors is holding people up. Here is an illustration of what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/revolve.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why people are lining up and instead of waiting for my turn, I walked right into the invisible force field. BAM! It was so kakahiya. Lakas nung pagtama ko. Everyone was looking at me and thinking, wow what a fuggin moron (including my friends) &gt;&lt; There was no... "ok ka lang, fred?" Just "HAHAHAHA PUCHA D NAMIN KILALA YAN!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, the story doesn't end there. I was in promenade again. I was telling another friend of mine the revolving door incident I had. Then guess what happened. BAM! It happened again (on a different part of the doors though). Now, this is what this friend of mine narrated to me earlier tonight. I was like "Pucha isang beses lang nangyari pare..." But he was pretty adamant that the second time actually happened. I guess I tried to forget the second time XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid revolving doors.&lt;br /&gt;When I become the rule of Earth, I will outlaw these shits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113673540853332462?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113673540853332462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113673540853332462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113673540853332462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113673540853332462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/01/most-stupid-invention-ever.html' title='The most stupid invention ever'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113643199719637380</id><published>2006-01-04T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:33:17.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a morning person</title><content type='html'>It was an ordinary morning in the Tay residence. I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and hot pandesal. As I was walking towards the dining room, suddenly 25 uzi wielding ninjas appeared out of nowhere! Good thing I was awake, else I wouldn't had been able to defend myself. After the bloodbath, I continued to the kitched have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, actually nothing like that happened. Early morning are the pits. Even ninjas wake up at 10am. I agree with Jessica Zafra, anyone who willingly gets up at 7am and isn't in the agricultural sector are only doing so to mock us late risers.. The only consolation of having to wake up at this abysmal time is having a breakfast meal in Jollibee or Mcdo. Mmmm... longganisa meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why the people waiting in line in the above mentioned fastfoods are in a pretty crabby mood (me included), they just aren't morning people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make me the supreme ruler of the earth, I will outlaw working before 9am! Furthermore, I will subtract a day from the week. Five weekdays is just too freakin long. Plus, I will ban Orange and Lemons from singing. BLECH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113643199719637380?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113643199719637380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113643199719637380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113643199719637380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113643199719637380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-morning-person.html' title='not a morning person'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113604924258349672</id><published>2005-12-31T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:42:03.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year at the Penthouse</title><content type='html'>I love our home. As some of you may know, we live in the top floor of a ten story condominum in tayuman. Nope, a 10 story condominum isn't really that amazing or anything, but in our neighborhood, we are already the tallest building. This meant that we have pretty much an unobstructed view of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year is the best. Man, the whole city is now so smoky from all the fireworks that I can't even see Dynasty tower, which is like a 15 story building just 3 blocks away or so. As usual, there was plenty of pyrotechnics. One of my favorites is the "thousand chrysantimum" because it has such a cool name. Oh it's pretty too. Here's a pic of fireworks this evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/artifices02.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh? Our place has a great view of Rennes, Ille et Vilaine, France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dec 31. It's so lao diet here in the Philippines during New Year's Eve. I think we are the country that is the most dedicated in celebrating the new year. Sure, the quality of our fireworks may not that great, but what we lack in quality, we make up for in quantity. Everybody is lighting up watusis, superlolos, sinturons, as well as burning spare tires, honking car horns, plus incredibly loud drunken karaoke singers. We got it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. 2005. Pack your things up, it's time to call it a year. Nice one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping for a great 2006! *cheers* Happy New Year to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113604924258349672?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113604924258349672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113604924258349672' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113604924258349672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113604924258349672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-at-penthouse.html' title='New Year at the Penthouse'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113586057818026183</id><published>2005-12-29T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T04:49:38.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malamig ang Pasko</title><content type='html'>Isn't it sad that the people working in those fancy restaurants never get to enjoy the food they prepare? Those who work in hotels could never enjoy such a luxurious lifestyle? I just want to point out that in this season where gift giving is such a fad, let's not just focus on our friends and relatives. There are a whole of people around us who are just as important, or in fact, even more so than our friends and relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people giving extravagant gifts to their peers, then giving their servants a slab of ham. What makes your peers a lot more important than, say, your maid? or your driver? Your maid had to spend Xmas away from their families to help out in your household chores 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. If it were up to me, I'd give them the extravagant gifts and give other people the slab of ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hypocrite. I didn't do that. I just talk big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, forces of practicality and self interest are at work. The moral thing to do always gets lost in the shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In parting, as the Chrismtas season ends, I leave you with lines from the Eheads song, Fruitcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the season for being happy,&lt;br /&gt;But the reason is dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;If the reason for being happy,&lt;br /&gt;Takes a backseat when the season's done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113586057818026183?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113586057818026183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113586057818026183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113586057818026183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113586057818026183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/12/malamig-ang-pasko.html' title='Malamig ang Pasko'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113456647835985044</id><published>2005-12-14T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:34:26.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More riddles!</title><content type='html'>Xmas movies are coming up. Lots of new movies, foreign and local, are about to hit the theaters. Which brings me to my question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What show features a BIG BLACK MONKEY and is nearly 3 hours long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Kong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.. The answer is... Patrick Ewing in a triple overtime game! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/ewing2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that was retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113456647835985044?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113456647835985044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113456647835985044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113456647835985044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113456647835985044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-riddles.html' title='More riddles!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113310397884944340</id><published>2005-11-27T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T03:03:49.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant Riddles</title><content type='html'>I was in this restaurant a while ago and i saw a vinegar sawsawan. Questions began popping up in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Vinegar's is also called __________ acid (1 point)&lt;br /&gt;2.) It's chemical formula is ________________ (2 points)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No googling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoring:&lt;br /&gt;0 and below: Vinegar is sour. Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;1: Look ma! I didn't sleep through all my chem classes in High school&lt;br /&gt;2-3: hi Kabo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113310397884944340?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113310397884944340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113310397884944340' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113310397884944340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113310397884944340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/11/restaurant-riddles.html' title='Restaurant Riddles'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113310349694519942</id><published>2005-11-27T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T07:13:03.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborly Bonding and then some</title><content type='html'>I hate small talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the "love thy neighbor" rule, there's a bulletpoint there somewhere that says "When in the company of your neighbor for more than 2 minutes, thou shall make small talk." This is really stupid. I don't know shit about my neighbors except their names and I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual. But frankly, who gives a damn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, waiting for the elevator, when my neighbor also decided that he needed to go to god-knows-where. I was thinking of just jumping down the 9 floors to avoid an awkward elevator encounter but decided that since I'm destined to do great things in this world, it'll be such a waste for me to die . So I decided to push my neighbor down instead. Unfortunately, the elevator doors opened before I can execute my scheme. Curses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you already know, our elevator is the world's slowest elevator. It has lots of features that ensures passengers will have a slow trip down (or up), one of which is the OPEN button and the glaring absence of the CLOSE button. So I'm stuck with my "friend" for a while. This is what we talked about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbor: San ka pupunta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sa jollibee, bibili ako ng chickenjoy kasi walang tubig eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: aaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: San ka mas malakas? sa kanin o sa ulam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: (What the fuck is this guy blabbering about).. Uuuh.. pareho lang. sympre masarap ulam pero dapat may kanin pra mabusog. Ikaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: hinde ako mahilig sa kanin eh, ulam lang gusto ko. Chicken wings, (some other food that apparently didn't make it to my long term memory because of it's sheer insignificance), nagpapasta tska noodles nlng ako pra mabusog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: (The hell do I care? Will you please just shut up and endure the remaining 4 floors that this elevator has to traverse?) Aaaah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he said something after that, but I forgot. Bottom line, Don't talk for the sake of talking. &gt;&lt;;; Remember.. silence is golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then some:&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Ed the other day and this line caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING! CHEESY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed: If the two of you aren't meant to be, then whatever you try to do, the two of you will still never be together.&lt;br /&gt;Actor B: And if the two of you are meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Then you have to do everything not to let her slip away.&lt;br /&gt;*dramatic zooming out, fade to black*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113310349694519942?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113310349694519942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113310349694519942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113310349694519942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113310349694519942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/11/neighborly-bonding-and-then-some.html' title='Neighborly Bonding and then some'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113212609021732091</id><published>2005-11-15T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:33:38.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modernization</title><content type='html'>Our country's name sucks. Brief history lesson, Ruy Lopez de Villalobos named the country "Philippines" in honor of the King of Spain back then, King Philip III. That was like 2000 years ago. Face it, right now, no one in Spain gives a rat's ass about a third world country named after a long dead king. And besides, why the hell should we let a dayuhan name OUR country? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should change the country's name to something that has much more appeal, like Fluffylandia. With that kickass name, tourism will skyrocket! Then we change our currency from peso to fluffs and put rabbits on our coins and bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National anthems are supposed to inspire patriotisim and nationalism. But face it, the tune is so 1890's. Instead of inspiring the said attributes, the national anthem is so damn boring that it is reduced to a formality in schools, goverment, and radio stations before signing off. No offense to the heroes who fought for our freedom, I salute you all. All I'm saying is that in order to connect with the current generation, there are a couple of alternatives we need to consider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Remix the Lupang Hinirang. Add in some funky beat, put in a rap by Francis Magalona in there somewhere, or some "artistic screaming" by Slapshock.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Change the national anthem completely. There are a bunch of "We love Phlippines" themes that came up recently. Noypi is a good choice, so is Liwanag sa Dilim. P.S. I don't like the Pinoy Big Brother theme. Orange and Lemons = yuck. &lt;br /&gt;3.) Who said that national anthems have to be about the country? If you want one song that almost everybody Filipino can relate to, and is being played at least once every five minutes, it's got to be Bonnie Bailey's Ever After!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might as well change some of our out-of-date national symbols as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of mango, the national fruit will now be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/blueberrypeach.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildly popular Ice Monster stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barong Tagalog won't be the national outfit for men anymore, it will now be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/arts_wristband2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything + Lance Armstrong Bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The national dance, which I'm pretty sure what it is, will be change to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/Parokya.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day funk &gt;&lt;;; BTW, the official national dance is carinosa. Did anybody remember their Hekasi/Civic Studies? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The national sport will no longer be sipa. The sipa fad died during my elementary days. The new one will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/screenLoki052.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMORPG's, specifically Ragnarok Online. People think up of more strategies for these games than chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The national hero. Dr Rizal? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/index_darna_pic.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the national leaf, which is..... ha! you don't know, do you? It's Anahaw. But it should be changed to..&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, error in photobucket.... &gt;&lt;;; Oh well. I guess that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113212609021732091?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113212609021732091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113212609021732091' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113212609021732091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113212609021732091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/11/modernization.html' title='Modernization'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113203943598297868</id><published>2005-11-14T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:23:56.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up Ketchup?</title><content type='html'>I wonder who was the first person to come up with these ridiculous rhymes. Who was the first guy to utter "let's go sago", or "sure thing pating"? See, this is what happens if you have too much free time in your hands. Your brain starts to go all screwy. Whatever peanut butter. I really should use my time more productively. Maybe I'll read some Quantum Physics stuff, lately i've been interested in reading about how the wave structure of matter and spherical standing wave interactions explains the discreet... ooops! Looks like Jackass is showing in MTV! Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after 10 minutes and losing 10 IQ points*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a while since I last posted, so i think i'll do a "what-happened-to-me" post. Personally, I try to minimize these kinds of posts. People want to read about the life of celebrities, or athletes, or politicians. You know, interesting people. But then again, this is my blog so I can write about whatever I damn want.  Besides, reading my entries is better than working XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, after 10 months of planning and cancelling, basketball at Stan's house pushed through. We had to do a rain dance and sacrifice a goat to appease the rain gods to prevent any drizzles but it was worth it. The MVP of the game was rik smits, AKA kabo, with his low post carabao techniques and outside jumpers. Darnell Marshal was also very impressive. He showed us his Vince Carter like moves minus the insane hangtime. Vince Carter soars, Darnell hovers. But the moves were still pretty slick. After the game, we all had dinner in Italiannis. I think Darn is still mad because he wasn't able to tip properly. OK lang yan darn, may service charge naman. Oh yeah, Tops was kinda OP because we talked about fantasy basketball stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I spent most of my energy trying to wake up for badminton. Lying in bed is soooo relaxing and comfy. Badminton was ok. There were a lot of good players and I really felt uncomforatble playing with them. My partner might be thinking.. "amp bano naman nito". Haaay... oh well. There will come a time in the near future (hopefully) that I will be the one thinking about that muwahahaha XD Curses.. I should've used my childhood days to practice some sports instead of watching all those cartoons. Damn you saber rider (and the star sheriffs)! That afternoon, me and my coz went to GB. I met with a college friend and talked about life in general over coffee. Ahh.. Conversations should always be over coffee XD I wonder what's wrong with talking about stuff over coke, or horlics, or guyabano juice.. So that's what happened this weekend, more or less. Please excuse the lack of interesting or scandalous things that could've happened. Sigh. Life could sure be a lot more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a while, crocodile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113203943598297868?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113203943598297868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113203943598297868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113203943598297868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113203943598297868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-up-ketchup.html' title='What&apos;s up Ketchup?'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-113190016150487168</id><published>2005-11-13T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T08:42:41.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update on updates</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last posted in this blog. Recently, I've been reading my newly downloaded sandman 1-75, then lucifer 1-62 (i think). Fantasy NBA also kept me pretty busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I have nothing entertaining to write as of now. Well actually, there are a couple of em but I'm just plain damn lazy. I'll try to update next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-113190016150487168?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/113190016150487168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=113190016150487168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113190016150487168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/113190016150487168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-on-updates.html' title='An update on updates'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112982668729898108</id><published>2005-10-20T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:52:23.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More politics and philo, or at least a semblance of it</title><content type='html'>Lately, all i see in the newspapers are people moaning and bitching about how they were water cannoned during the "prayer rally". Then there were other people saying the dispersal method was inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Big deal man. It's not as if you guys were beaten with clubs, or subjected to tear gas. You were drenched with freakin water. Take it like a man, you sissies. It just makes me sad, you know. Our land is known for its fierce warriors who beat the crap out of rifle wielding Japanese with their arnis sticks (or two kodachis in Mike's alternate Noli universe). Now those guys were real freedom fighters. I bet they're now in Valhalla, laughing they're asses off as these pathetic rallyist show the media the itty bitty bruises and scrapes they got from the watercannon. Seriously, Guingona showed the cameras this tiny little scrape on his knee. Does he think I'll go: Oooh... I feel so sorry for you. Ha! What a crybaby. Boohoohoo. And it aggravates me even more when you see them in TV, and they think they're so brave, patriotic, selfless, and all when they continued to fight for freedom despite being brutally dispersed. News flash: Water cannons = wimps. Flame thrower = cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just a disclaimer, I'm not taking sides in this issue. I don't care for the administration nor the opposition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's all this shit about the rally being only a "prayer rally". Whatever. Stop making stupid excuses. If you want to take it to the streets, don't try to hide behind the term "prayer rally". Curiously, shouldn't there be like a separation of the church and state or something? I suck in Polsci, I just like to insult people. I'm not sure how much of the political situation the church can meddle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, all this stuff the church leaders say, the "GMA didn't tell the truth" bit, it makes me think all philosophically and stuff. At this current age (or even back in earlier days), with all these different factions each with its own agenda and motive, the relative ease to fabricate evidence and manipulate facts, the speed information travels and reachs people via the media, and with all the people who blindly follow what someone or something dictates even if they do not conciously know it, will we ever find what the TRUTH really is (as opposed to the "truth" created by the collective perception of each and every people)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112982668729898108?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112982668729898108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112982668729898108' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112982668729898108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112982668729898108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-politics-and-philo-or-at-least.html' title='More politics and philo, or at least a semblance of it'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112947853968527291</id><published>2005-10-16T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:02:19.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball blues</title><content type='html'>No gimiks this saturday. Depressed daw si kabo kasi talo nanaman yankees XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, oist out-of-town tayo, or overnight, habang sembreak nila darn at domon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112947853968527291?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112947853968527291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112947853968527291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112947853968527291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112947853968527291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/10/baseball-blues.html' title='Baseball blues'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112934858092120688</id><published>2005-10-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:16:04.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My precious.....</title><content type='html'>Former Vice President Guingona was watercannonned during the rally (haha!). Doesn't he look like someone famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/gui.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/Gollum_RotK_4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112934858092120688?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112934858092120688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112934858092120688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112934858092120688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112934858092120688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-precious.html' title='My precious.....'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112918539994053838</id><published>2005-10-12T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:22:18.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest short story ever</title><content type='html'>or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fredtay/"&gt;www.livejournal.com/users/fredtay/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang manglait, mabaho XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally written during those boring summer practicum days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112918539994053838?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112918539994053838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112918539994053838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112918539994053838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112918539994053838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/10/greatest-short-story-ever.html' title='The greatest short story ever'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112901828169417604</id><published>2005-10-11T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:53:53.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Curse Post</title><content type='html'>Putangina ninyong mga nangholdup sakin knina. Malason sana kayo sa ibibili ninyong gin gamit ang pera ko at sana maging mabagal at masakit ang inyong pagkamatay ,|,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Wallet ko (pera lang laman, mga 1k+) tska cel ng mom ko ang nakuha. Papaayos ko kasi ung cel ng mom ko eh. Oh well. Gagamitan ko sana ng super lufet na crouching tayger sytle no-shadow-kick ko, pero may balisong sila eh XD Nasakin pa celpone ko, d ko dinala eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE-EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Boys and girls, NEVER EVER RIDE ON AN EMPTY JEEPNEY. NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;taena lagi ako sa may tao sumasakay, ngayon lang ung isa sa mga rare times na sumakay ako sa empty jeep, pucha sakto pa timing ng mga gago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112901828169417604?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112901828169417604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112901828169417604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112901828169417604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112901828169417604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/10/curse-post.html' title='A Curse Post'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112895664680277561</id><published>2005-10-10T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:04:06.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kozy? Cozy?</title><content type='html'>This has been nagging me for quite some time now.. who the hell uses friendster websearch? Use GOOGLE &gt;&lt;;; Cavemen amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in this cozy coffee house in malate last night, the place was called KOZY HOUSE. Very imaginative huh? The owner is a TDK by the way so this leaves two possiblities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Kozy is a creative play on the word cozy.&lt;br /&gt;2.) They don't spell that well. Hey, they are TDK after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, who cares. They serve great coffee. A shot of espresso costs around 50 bucks though &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the toilet, there was an ashtray beside the toilet bowl. Man! This shows how sick smokers are nowadays. I mean cmon, do they really have to smoke when they're doing the #2?!? And I think the gases being released during the #2 are combustible.. Not entirely sure though. But if ever you see someone with a burned-up ass, you'll know I'm right. /gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie Bailey is being played quite frequently on the radio nowadays... Pretty funky song. I believe in ever after with you.. \:D/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112895664680277561?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112895664680277561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112895664680277561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112895664680277561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112895664680277561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/10/kozy-cozy.html' title='Kozy? Cozy?'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112877665242008901</id><published>2005-10-08T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:30:39.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackass likes to hear his sweet melodious voice</title><content type='html'>I'm in Iceberg yesterday, minding my own business and eating my banana split, when the radio played 214 (Rivermaya version, not the sucky Luke Mijares one). I like that song. Then suddenly, some jackass starts singing along to the song (&gt;_&lt;)# I wanted to hit the guy until he was out cold with the salt shaker on my table, lucky for him I took up some Levinas back in college. Stupid face of the other and infinite responsiblities. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it won't really bother me if he can sing well, but nooo... He can only sing the do's and the re's. Nothing higher, nothing lower. It was sheer torture I tell ya. Some people say that the one thing that ruins a great song is having it played over and over again in the radio (the day you said goodnight anybody? to be.... :hum:) I don't agree. Jackasses like this guy are to blame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is... If you plan to sing in public, be sure that you can SING WELL. If not, try to lower the decibels so that only you can hear your oh so wonderful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I rant, therefore I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112877665242008901?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112877665242008901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112877665242008901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112877665242008901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112877665242008901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/10/jackass-likes-to-hear-his-sweet.html' title='Jackass likes to hear his sweet melodious voice'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112831049587846808</id><published>2005-10-02T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T20:41:12.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom, Carwash, and Badminton</title><content type='html'>No work last week. As of now, we have a grand total of ONE customer, so if we finish producing what they ordered, there is pretty much nothing else to do. This should bother me and inspire me to find new customers or at least do something to help the business, but the sad fact is, I'm terribly apathetic and uninspired. Fancy terms for "lazy" XD But seriously, I have no motivation whatsoever to do more than what I've been told. Can't blame me for everything though, the stuff I do is terribly boring &gt;&lt;;; Hmm.. I have to change this attitude of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of last week was probably the sneaky move the DLSU assistant team manager did to Arwind Santos XD That really cracked me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty boring. The movie didn't push through so my cousin and I just went to Tazza to have the car washed while we had something to eat in the cafe beside the carwash. Now it doesn't take a rocket scientist understand the concept of Tazza, car wash while you eat, but it's a damn good idea. The whole place is usually packed. I wonder when I'll be able come up with an idea like that &gt;&lt;;; Oh well, might as well try the "sell-anime-dvd-in-car-trunk" idea of charles XD Burn ka na ng mga anime Kabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, happy graduation to my cousin. Saturday was DLSU graduation day. Happy grad to Charles' shobe too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason unknown even to myself, I played badminton with my cousins and their friends yesterday. Of all the times I can play, I had to choose the day that they are playing against really good players. The first thing I asked when we got to the court was "May bano ba dito?".  The reply was "wala" &gt;&lt;;; My cousin who, as far as I'm concerned, is one of the best badminton players I know, is just mediocre when playing against this hussler group. I spent most of my time there faking an injury so as to avoid playing. Kakahiya eh XD. At least I got them wondering... "gaano kaya yan kagaling pag d injured.. " MWAHAHAHA. If only they knew... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112831049587846808?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112831049587846808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112831049587846808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112831049587846808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112831049587846808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/10/boredom-carwash-and-badminton.html' title='Boredom, Carwash, and Badminton'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112770721193989012</id><published>2005-09-25T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T00:33:13.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoooombie!</title><content type='html'>Saturday started out pretty bad. The rain was pouring really hard in the morning and I wasn't sure if I am able to get out of the house hopefully this afternoon. Good thing the rain stopped for a while around lunch time so I used this moment to high tail out of the house. As a rule, I don't want to spend a Saturday at home. It's so damn boring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Saturday was fun. I was able to watch Land of the Dead, and it was decent. A bit too gory and gross at times but still the movie as a whole was ok. This isn't Sin City level goriness, it's more of a zombie-eat-human-limbs-organs-and-what-not shown in  full color high detail kind of gore. There was, i think, 3 moments when I said "ewwwwwww" during the movie. It being a social satire means it's not all zombie-kicking action, which I personally didn't really like. Screw the story man, I want to see zombies being blown to pieces by Dead Reckoning (the name of their tank. pretty cool name IMO). Seriously, I don't want to see some half baked concept about capitalism in a zombie flick. Save it for Eco class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday ended with Conan O Brien, same as Tuesdays to Fridays. Life's good if you can end the day with a good laugh. No arnold on the show though &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was also a great day. The sun was shining brightly, something that hasn't happened for quite some time now. Lately, it's always the gloomy grey weather with occational drizzles. Ok, that weather update just wasted 3kb of cyberspace. Anyway, I went to Kohikan in Promenade and ordered a latte. For some reason, they served my coffee in a SOUP BOWL O.O I don't know if this is some kind of Japanese tradition or something so I looked around if the other customer's coffee were also served in bowls. Nope. All of their coffee were in cups, which is the way it should be. What the hell, I just drank it from the bowl, like the barbarian that I am. Me Tay, Me drink coffee from bowl, Uraaagh. I swore I saw one of the waiters giggle as I was drinking it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I played Land of the Dead in Timezone. Blowing the heads off zombies and innocent civilians (you'll never know, they might've been bitten you know) is always fun. Went to VCF after that and had quick dinner at Mr Choi. So that ended my weekend, which I really enjoyed. It's not really the latte or the movie that makes the day, it's the company that makes everything special. Ateneo lost to DLSU though. Good thing I didn't watch the game. Sad. The last game of LA Tenorio. My props to you, LA! Dahil sayo, naka isang championship tayo! /no1 Good luck in your PBA career!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112770721193989012?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112770721193989012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112770721193989012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112770721193989012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112770721193989012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/09/zoooombie.html' title='Zoooombie!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112732289550989608</id><published>2005-09-21T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:14:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free time? Don't watch Sugo.</title><content type='html'>I was watching the news a while ago, it was showing the jewelry of Imelda Marcos on TV. One was a big ruby with diamonds all around, the other was a set composed of a diamond-studded tiara and earrings and shit. The combined price of both was around two million dollars O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there they were, debating whether the jewelries (400+ of them, only the 2 were shown in detail), should be sold. What the hell are all these morons talking about?!? Look at the country, fools. You got millions of Filipinos starving to death and you dipshits are arguing if the jewelries, which were probably bought by using the money of the same starving Filipinos, should be kept in display. Oh wow! Fat lot of help that does to the country. I'm sure LOOKING at the pretty stones will fill up the stomach. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched channels and watched Conan instead. That's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived for 21 years now and sadly, the quality of Filipino action series/movies is still as crappy as ever. I mean cmon, I'd rather watch really old chinese kung fu flicks with cheesy graphics than sitting through one whole show of, oh say, Sugo. At least the kung fu guys can really FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bashing just Sugo, I'm talking about most Filipino action series/movies. I can't stand a bunch of pretty boys punch and kick each other in a sissy way then think they're sooo cool. You suck! Got it? If someone laughs at you in public places, like cafeterias, because you starred in a crappy action seriers like ummm... a random example will be Pintados, you don't have the right to give the look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who choreographs the fight scenes of these shows? I think they're trying to save a few cents so they hired a drunken monkey to direct the fight scenes. After a while, they noticed that no improvements are taking place, so they hired three more drunken monkeys. No offense to monkeys. Those guys are mean SOB's O.O Don't force your actors to do jet lee moves ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't get me started on the "special effects" *snicker*. Ah yes, Darna. They boasted that they used the flying technique in the Matrix. Holy shit! Were you guys wasted while watching the Matrix? O.O Keanu Reeves starred in the Matrix, not Christopher Reeve. Don't confuse em. Matrix is a really popular movie to ripoff, especially the famous "bullet time". Unfortunately, not all bullet times look astig. Example: Sugo. Bad guy shoots bullet, good guy catches bullet with fingers, all done in bullet time. Unfortunately, instead of the desired "oooh" reaction, I did the not-so-desired "blech" vomit reaction. Talk about ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear some of you say: "Why don't you make your own action movie, let's see if you can do better." Oh I will do better, a lot better that these crap. Just give me the money to do it and I'll escape to the Carribeans, i mean I'll make the stupid movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'd rather be an actor in a crappy action series than doing what I do every day. Bah. I'm just a bitter bitter man XD If by any chance, one of the actors/actresses of those shows were to read my blog, they'd probably comment something like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whay you said is true, but look at how much money I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd reply something like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah? Well... ummm.... errrm... Just you wait! When I am also rich and famous, I'd have a blistering witty retort and you'll be devastated by then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, lucky actors. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112732289550989608?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112732289550989608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112732289550989608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112732289550989608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112732289550989608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/09/free-time-dont-watch-sugo_21.html' title='Free time? Don&apos;t watch Sugo.'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112732285335099741</id><published>2005-09-21T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:14:13.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't help remembering....</title><content type='html'>...this song by the Cranberries, since Land of the Dead is now showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head,&lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,&lt;br /&gt;In your head,&lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/dawn_zomb1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112732285335099741?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112732285335099741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112732285335099741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112732285335099741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112732285335099741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-cant-help-remembering.html' title='I can&apos;t help remembering....'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112696360535942824</id><published>2005-09-17T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T06:26:45.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salamats</title><content type='html'>A big thanks to Charles for hosting the overnight! Saya pare! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112696360535942824?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112696360535942824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112696360535942824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112696360535942824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112696360535942824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/09/salamats.html' title='Salamats'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112679984889741535</id><published>2005-09-15T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:57:28.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three... is the magic number... :-"</title><content type='html'>Nothing to post anyway, so might as well XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by: Endless Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by: (3 lang? *yawn*)&lt;br /&gt;1. Fred (Teh normal name used by everyone else)&lt;br /&gt;2. Tay (From marktay naging tay, courtesy of grace boys)&lt;br /&gt;3. Beep (Feared in Genex.. be afraid of beepbeep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Toushin Taishi (Fighting God! Fear me!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. beepbeep&lt;br /&gt;3. caern011 (chatname dati.. O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eyes+glasses = smart ^^&lt;br /&gt;2. Fingers (dextrous fingers for card tricks nyahaha)&lt;br /&gt;3. Height (not so short like *tooooot*, not too tall either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you don't like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. Muscles (d pa bulging eh &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Fingernails (bawal maikli ang gupit kasi dumudugo &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. My 3rd eye, hassle kasi nakakakita ako ng spirits XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chinese&lt;br /&gt;2. Fookien&lt;br /&gt;3. Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dentists&lt;br /&gt;2. Horror movies (hey, i have an overactive imagination XD)&lt;br /&gt;3. Barking dogs (i was chased by a dog for a block on my way back to my dorm one night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1. Notebook(s) and pen &lt;br /&gt;2. Cellphone&lt;br /&gt;3. My *MANLY* fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite musical artists:&lt;br /&gt;1. Incubus (Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there... :-")&lt;br /&gt;2. Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;3. Vannesa Carlton (OP ba tong choice na to? XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. Drive&lt;br /&gt;2. I take one step away (and i find myself coming back to you.. my one and only you) - di ko lam title eh... bsta nsa lines na yan XD Parokya ni Edgar yan&lt;br /&gt;3. Ordinary Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1. Laughs XD&lt;br /&gt;2. Honesty&lt;br /&gt;3. Faith &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three lies and truths in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;LIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. I drive reaaally fast&lt;br /&gt;2. I have insane drawing skillz (My drawing skills didn't improve after 6 years old)&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a 3rd eye, and I've seen a ghost in the comm building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. I always use my 3rd eye story in those "tell something unique about yourself" fillers at the start of each class&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm cursed to always choose the slower line&lt;br /&gt;3. I ate bananas for dinner during my college days (kapag ubus na pera sa kakalalaro ng mga kung anu anung games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. Personality&lt;br /&gt;3. Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gaming (although la na ako masyado nilalaro)&lt;br /&gt;2. Tekken&lt;br /&gt;3. Writing Stories (although I have crappy narrative skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Release my card game&lt;br /&gt;2. Drive my own car&lt;br /&gt;3. Have some coffee and crepe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you're considering/you've considered:&lt;br /&gt;1. Space Ninja&lt;br /&gt;2. Entreprenuer&lt;br /&gt;3. Tutor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Boracay (beach baby! Oh wait.. I can't swim)&lt;br /&gt;2. Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;3. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kid's names you like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Alex (lagi ko na kasi ginagamit ang name na yan eh haha)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sophia (Pero naunahan ako ng kuya ko &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. ULTIMATE WARRIOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. To know what it means to be alive &lt;br /&gt;2. Watch live in Araneta/BlueEagleGym and witness the Ateneo team win against DLSU&lt;br /&gt;3. Create an underground resistance movement and topple Michaleandia XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Always drink San Mig Lite in parties because it is what real men drink (bah!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Dati in HS... Never use umbrellas because the basang sisiw look is so macho&lt;br /&gt;3. Real men don't bring water jugs / colemans XD (no offense kabo haha =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;1. I know stuff like highlights, layer, venus cuts..&lt;br /&gt;2. I always have lip balm in my bag (hey! my lips dry up easily!)&lt;br /&gt;3. I always bring a fan with me. (very practical especially when commuting. just ignore people giggling beside you and calling your fan "girly")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three celeb crushes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kate Beckinsale&lt;br /&gt;2. Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;3. Sandara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE people that I would like to see take this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kabo (the other guy with a blog)&lt;br /&gt;2. Darn (brutal to eh /gg) &lt;br /&gt;3. Tops (gawa na blog!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112679984889741535?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112679984889741535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112679984889741535' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112679984889741535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112679984889741535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/09/three-is-magic-number.html' title='Three... is the magic number... :-&quot;'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112644641138744089</id><published>2005-09-11T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T06:54:37.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak softly and carry dumbells</title><content type='html'>I went to glorietta on saturday and was trying to decide if I am going to buy a book or buy some dumbells. Wipe that smirk off your face, I DO try to keep fit. So after thinking about it, I decided to buy the dumbells. There's nothing I want to read as of the moment anyway, except possibly for Wolves of Calla, the 5th book of the Dark Tower Series. Dumbells build muscles, and muscles are cool. There's nothing manlier than flexing your biceps causing the sleeves of your shirt to rip. Muscles also increase strength (duh), and it requires great strength to crush the faces of people (two of them to be exact) I hate with my bare hand. So, there I went to toby's to buy the dumbells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to G4 to play some tekken. Man did I own those noobs. I even used Bruce and won. Opponents used cheap parlor tricks to win games like crappy Christie breakdance moves (which can be easily low parried *ho hum*), steve scrubs who only know how to use albatross mixups *yawn* Then this good nina player came and beat my Bruce, then he beat my Bryan. I was really pissed off so I went to the other side and whacked him in the head with my 2 ton dumbell. Yes it was that heavy, anything below 2 tons feels like a feather to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it was grandparents day yesterday. Or today. My family had lunch in Gloria Maris. Nothing significant happened except for the eating, which is normally what you will do in a restaurant. So why the hell am I saying this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a good TV'ing day. I watched Pacquiao and ADMU win. Velasquez gave pro-Manny fans a scare though, as he showed good form in the first 2 rounds. However that was it. From the 3rd round ownards, Manny beat the crap out of Velasquez. Nice one! Stupid Velasquez. His first instinct when he sees manny's head in close range is not to punch it but to grab it. Yakap-master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see the Morales fight, which is a good thing because he lost &gt;&lt;;; Oh well, according to charles, the fight was pretty gay, with lots of dancing around and stuff. Morales' opponent, whose name I can't really remember so I'll just call him Joe, won the game by jabbing and running away like a sissy girl. Oh well, a win's a win. Another factor that contributed to Joe's win over El Terrible was that Joe is a natural lightweight while Morales had to climb up from super feather. The rematch between Morales and Pacquiao is still on though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the admu game.. We won! Yippee! THe team lives and dies by tenorio's performance. Ateneo sure was pretty fortunate tenorio had such a stellar (or was it lucky?) performance. But still, my props to LA for such a great game. As for FEU, their best three point shooter is Arwind Santos, who is also their center O.o I wonder if he'll be any good in the PBA... He's too damn thin. ADMU vs DLSU on thursday! Weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I was watching Alaska and the Japan team play in ABC5... I have only one thing to say.. DRAMA!!! Philippines can beat anyone, they do it for the love of their country, blah blah blah.. &gt;&lt; DRAMA!!! Oh and alaska was destroyed by Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm depressed. The song playing on the radio is "I Miss You". So sad.. sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(goes to mike's blog and sings the Michaelandia theme instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm even more depressed &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112644641138744089?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112644641138744089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112644641138744089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112644641138744089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112644641138744089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/09/speak-softly-and-carry-dumbells.html' title='Speak softly and carry dumbells'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112614638093008817</id><published>2005-09-07T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T06:39:16.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of sound and fury.. signifying Castlevania</title><content type='html'>I was watching the news the other day, and after a few minutes, my stand on politicians  was reinforced. They should all be shot to death. This was when the lozada complaint was trashed. What a bunch of morons. There were papers flying everywhere as pro-impeachment congressmen stormed out of the room. Then they interviewed this angry guy blubbering something about the system being unfair and something about since they are very civilized they'll take the fight to the streets. Jeez what a bunch of dolts. Don't get me wrong. I'm not really anti-impeachment in the sense that I believe GMA is innocent. The fact is, I couldn't care less how she won. I couldn't care less if anybody else won for that matter (except FPJ). But she's in power. Deal with it you crybabies. If I side with Gloria, there will be corruption in the government, but at least she's doing something to help the country. No service to the country, no kickback, right? Pro-impeachment dipshit congressmen should stop whining and do what I did after watching the news for a full 30 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open my ZNES emulator and play Castlevania. Now that's a lot more productive than what they're doing. The cost of playing castlevania (electricity) per congressman is much less than having an impeachment trial (costs include delaying economic plans for the country, wasting taxpayers money to pay for the salaries of tantrum throwing politicians, traffic caused by senseless rallies, etc). The benefits that playing castlevania brings to the country, which is none, is equal to the benefits of having an impeachment trial, which is surprisingly also none. So there you go. To all pro impeachment congressmen: do us all a favor and quit your day jobs. Play castlevania. visit www.cherryroms.com for the emulator and www.romnation.net for the rom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/dracc.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, i have something to say to all dipshit congressmen out there, you know who you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utinam coniurati te in foro interficiant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profound huh? It means "may conspirators assasinate you in the hall". Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur, ne? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112614638093008817?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112614638093008817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112614638093008817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112614638093008817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112614638093008817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/09/full-of-sound-and-fury-signifying_07.html' title='Full of sound and fury.. signifying Castlevania'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112589119744752042</id><published>2005-09-04T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:36:50.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends, the only days worth mentioning</title><content type='html'>After nearly 1 1/2 years, I finally went back to Manangs to eat their famous liempo XD Last saturday, I had lunch in the famous "clubhouse" with yerx, moy, boc, and *gasp* darn! Nothing's changed. It's still hot in Manangs, the liempo is still delicious, the 10 php longanisa is still there, and I still drink mountain dew. There was supposed to be a gimik on the afternoon but Kabo can't make it, so I went with moy and company and watched the UAAP game in the ADMU gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to watch a live UAAP game. The only game I watched in the gym was when Ginebra and ADMU played back in my first year. Man! We sure were decimated in that game. Gerard Honeycutt vs Enrico Villanueva anyone? I remember hearing Caguioa telling the people during an interview that he originally planned to study in ADMU if he wasn't allowed to immidiately play in the PBA. Damnit! So close.. &gt;&lt; But then again, I wonder if what he said was true. If Ginebra was playing in DLSU, i think he'll say he wants to study in DLSU instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the UAAP game. ADMU vs UST. I thought this was going to be a walk in the park. Not bad for my first live game. Nope! The game was pretty damn depressing. You know the deal. Down 42-24 during halftime. Pulling to within 1 in the 4th quarter but in the end, we still lost. Oh well. Interestingly, the second game is DLSU vs UP. The DLSU players arrived early and sat right in front of us. Cabatu, Yeo, and an unknown fellow were sitting right there. Good thing mike wasn't there yet (pumunta rin si mike. surprise!).. mike + darn + basketball players = trouble. And man was joseph yeo famous. There were like 241 girls who took their pictures with him, some even sat on his lap. A guy also wanted to have his picture taken with yeo, but yeo declined because the guy wants to sit on his lap too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we ate in Carafe in Shang. Not the hotel, the mall. The food was, well, decent. I'd choose Tasty over it anytime though XD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went by without anything happening. Oh well. I miss crepes. Maybe next time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's monday again. I wish God created the world in 5 days (and rested on the 6th day), that way the week will be 1 day shorter XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112589119744752042?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112589119744752042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112589119744752042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112589119744752042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112589119744752042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekends-only-days-worth-mentioning.html' title='Weekends, the only days worth mentioning'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112545948977262854</id><published>2005-08-30T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:38:09.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myths about dreams and PLDT sevice</title><content type='html'>I've read this thing about dreams somewhere, that if you died in your dreams, you die in real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, i can recall 3 dreams where I died. One when I was I kid, I had this kung fu dream thingamajig. I used to watch chinese martial arts series in betamax every night with my mom. I think I was killed by a wooden mukojin-ish creature in that dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second instance was when I drowned in a dream. For those of you who don't know, I don't swim very well XD. Probably because I have so much muscles in my body that I find it very difficult to float nyahaha. Thank god for life vests. It doesn't look macho but it's a lot better than screaming for dear life in the waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third instance was when I was shot lolz. It was a weird counterstrike-ish dream. Couldn't help it. I was playing CS every night back in my second year in college so I was bound to have one of those dreams. That was a cool dream though. It felt so Tom Clancy-ish. XD Although crouch-jumping around as you fire away with your H&amp;K MP5 isn't so realistic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If dying in real life is like one of those dreams I had, well it's not so bad. There's this deep sense of peace and tranquility as everything fades to black and the complete silence just surrounds you... Sounds like an episode from the twilight zone O.O *insert creepy music... turututu turututu... ching ching ching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note: The PLDT guys arrived today to repair my phone! Wow! That was pretty fast! I reported it just this monday. Kudos! *clap clap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112545948977262854?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112545948977262854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112545948977262854' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112545948977262854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112545948977262854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/myths-about-dreams-and-pldt-sevice.html' title='Myths about dreams and PLDT sevice'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112538547896943220</id><published>2005-08-30T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:04:38.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No internet again</title><content type='html'>The phoneline is busted again. So, no internet &gt;&lt;;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112538547896943220?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112538547896943220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112538547896943220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112538547896943220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112538547896943220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-internet-again.html' title='No internet again'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112523969978325970</id><published>2005-08-28T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:38:07.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Post, for the lack of a better title...</title><content type='html'>Holy shit! That yearbook is fuggin heavy! &gt;&lt;;; How many batchmates do we have anyway? Man, and to make it worse, i have to carry it around as i commute. Where's a transdimentional gateway (kafra) when you need one? Good thing I didn't meet one of my enemies yesterday, kilala nyo na kung sino yan mwhahaha, or i'd have a 20 pound book with his name on it, somewhere. I wonder why they named it Aegis? And on a related note, what does Aegis mean? O.o I guess it's one of the more cool sounding 5 letter words so it was used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty good day. Really had fun. Shanghai Bistro is one of the better Chinese restaurants out there. Affordable and delicious. Or maybe I was just hungry that time.. But then again, since when did my opinions on restaurants matter? I keep on suggesting Monaco for dinner but noooo... XD There's this place in GB3 called Fusion and they got really cozy seats. They got like a mattress on the floor that the group can sit on, got to take your shoes off though so better wear your good socks. Then.. Karaoke night at Red Box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pretty damn lazy. Woke up at 1030 or so, had lunch, then slept again till 4. Wow, the day sure went by pretty fast. After that, I went to SM San Lazaro to buy some pants. Great mall (since it just opened), but crappy arcade. They got posters of Tekken 5 but there's no tekken 5 machine. Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally watched Van Helsing earlier tonight. What can i say.. the whole movie was a series of very fortunate events. I mean, the frakenstein just HAD to crash on the vampire attacking Kate Beckinsale, and Kate catched a vial thrown to her while she was swinging at high speed 30 feet in the air, etc etc. Action was pretty good so I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I finished the Book 6 of Harry Potter too.&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/mog.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112523969978325970?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112523969978325970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112523969978325970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112523969978325970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112523969978325970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday-post-for-lack-of-better-title.html' title='Sunday Post, for the lack of a better title...'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112480871164631852</id><published>2005-08-23T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T07:51:51.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know paranoid...</title><content type='html'>...until you rode in a car with my dad. (edit: muntik na magkamali, orignally "rode on a car with my dad" eh. tsk tsk. babanat ako ni kabo nyan, prang un "hair is on my way" ni mike =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! There i was, riding reasonably slow, (as in mabagal). But still, my dad has things to say. &gt;&lt;;; But this time, I'm more amused than irritated at his hirits. Medyo pilit na eh. Like when i was turning, he told me I should've slowed down (which I did), and when this bus was cutting me, he told me I should've stopped (which I also did). There was also an instance that he told me not to turn so wide (because I ended up in the 2-3rd lane when i turned). I was tempted to tell him that running over the pedestrians that are blocking the first few lanes isn't a good idea but decided to keep my mouth shut. Anyway, I drove at night so traffic wasn't too heavy. Charles, your suggestions worked lolz. My props to you! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112480871164631852?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112480871164631852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112480871164631852' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112480871164631852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112480871164631852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-dont-know-paranoid.html' title='You don&apos;t know paranoid...'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112476413032878582</id><published>2005-08-22T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:52:18.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last 5 books i've read</title><content type='html'>Here are the last 5 books i've read and my opinions about them, if by any chance you disagree, you're probably wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Good Omens&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the best books I've read. In fact, it is so good that I refused to finish it because I won't have anything this good to read anymore. This is just so damn funny and entertaining. It is about an angel and a demon who are best friends, the end of the world just around the corner, and a hellhound called "dog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Life of Pi&lt;br /&gt;Avoid this shit at all cost. I don't care if this is critically acclaimed or something, this is just downright sucky. Apparently, this book has some really deep philosphical insights in it, but the story is just waaaay crappy. IMO, the story always comes first. It should be entertaining and imaginative to keep me interested. This is why I also hated Da Vinci Code. Sigh, and I had such high hopes for this book. Crap Crap Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;Again, one of the best books i've read. This one probably joins my top 3 books of all time, together with Good Omens and Solitaire Mystery. And again, this is just so damn funny. Great story, light reading, and very thick! Weeee! I'm not really a big fan of Isaac Asimov-ish Sci Fi, but this one is an exception. For those of you who watched the sucky h2g2 movie, don't worry. The book rocks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Soul Forge&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of the most badass wizard in the entire fantasy world, Raistlin Majere. Now Raistlin is a cool wizard, unlike the bunch of sissies in Hogwarts. Soulfroge is... ok. When it comes to Ad&amp;d books (forgotten realms, dragonlance, ravenloft etc), I prefer to read R.A. Salvatore's books, the author of numerous Drizzt du Urden stories. Margaret Weis, the author of soulforge, is not very good in making fight scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime&lt;br /&gt;How many of you know this one? Anyway, I was really curious about this book, but I didn't buy it because it costs 600 bucks and is only around 200-300 pages. After a while, my sister bought it so yey, i get to read it. It was.. rather disappointing. I finished it, but mainly because I already started it. It's like watching a crappy movie begin, getting hooked up with the plot, wondering how it'll end, then realizing you wasted 2 hours of your life. It's about a genius mathematician kid who tries to find out who killed his neighbor's dog. Sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&gt; seven, peram naman ng clan novels! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112476413032878582?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112476413032878582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112476413032878582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112476413032878582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112476413032878582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-5-books-ive-read.html' title='last 5 books i&apos;ve read'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112435507598373093</id><published>2005-08-18T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:55:49.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrowing one from Charles's Blog, A math puzzle!</title><content type='html'>The Monty Hall Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on a game show on TV (yey!). On this game show, the idea is to win a car as a prize. The game show host shows you 3 doors. He says that there is a car behind one of the doors and there are goats behind the other 2 doors. He asks you to pick a door. You pick a door but the door is not opened. Then the game show host opens one of the doors you didn't pick to show a goat (because he knows what is behind the doors). THen he says you have one final chance to change your mind before the doors are opened and you get a car or a goat. So he asks you if you want to change your mind and pick the other unopened door instead. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question appeared in a column where readers ask a question to Marilyn vos Savant (the person with the highest IQ in the world accdg to the Guiness Book of World Records). 92% of the letters she got about the problem said that she was wrong, and these letters came from mathematicians and scientists worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, she was right. She IS the smartest person in the world you know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112435507598373093?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112435507598373093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112435507598373093' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112435507598373093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112435507598373093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/borrowing-one-from-charless-blog-math.html' title='Borrowing one from Charles&apos;s Blog, A math puzzle!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112426312265741867</id><published>2005-08-17T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:27:16.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakz! Atenista nga!</title><content type='html'>Spongecola's new song "Gemini" is my current LSS, actually there's just one line in that song that keeps playing in my head over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;vacuous&lt;/strong&gt; night steps aside to give meaning to Gemini's dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowee! Deep! Albeit totally unnecessary. Maganda lang pakinggan kaya nilagay dyan ung "vacuous". Atenistang atenista nga, hilig maglagay ng mga big words XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay, landline still broken &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112426312265741867?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112426312265741867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112426312265741867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112426312265741867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112426312265741867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/nakz-atenista-nga.html' title='Nakz! Atenista nga!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112416363123354081</id><published>2005-08-15T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:40:31.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnected</title><content type='html'>Landline is dead. No dialtone. So, no internet for me &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here i am, in an internet cafe in Masangkay, watching some noobs playing quake3. I would've whooped their asses but the server is already full. What a bunch of sissies. The other guy beside me is playing RO, whacking agriopes using his thief (whopdeedoo fun!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when the PLDT repair guys will come fix our damn phone. The automated answering machine of the PLDT customer service informed me that a report has already been "filed" and service will be restored "as soon as possible". Very relative terms huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112416363123354081?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112416363123354081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112416363123354081' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112416363123354081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112416363123354081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/disconnected.html' title='Disconnected'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112377842764304454</id><published>2005-08-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:52:10.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hulk Smash Puny Wannabe's! (&gt;_&lt;#)</title><content type='html'>My cousin was browising through the friendster network and came across some guys who work out at the gym and upload half naked pictures of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is what I want to say to these "body builders" who upload their pix on Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/5005-hulk-01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your damn shirt on you narcissitic prick! Are you so insecure of yourself that you have to upload some lame picture of you and your massels (which is how I assume you will spell muscles, you moron) to boost your self esteem? OK, so you have bulging massels. Good for you. But what is the point of uploading it aside from the fact that you are an egotistical bastard and doing so fuels your pride? Jeez. In lay-bodybuilder's terms "yabang mo tol".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarifications: I have nothing against gym enthusiasts / body builders who do not upload halfnaked pictures of themselves. Good job! /no1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now reasons why only hulk can upload half naked pictures in friendster:&lt;br /&gt;1.) He's kickass&lt;br /&gt;2.) He can lift tanks&lt;br /&gt;3.) No shirt fits him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unless you can lift tanks, keep that shirt on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112377842764304454?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112377842764304454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112377842764304454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112377842764304454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112377842764304454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/hulk-smash-puny-wannabes.html' title='Hulk Smash Puny Wannabe&apos;s! (&gt;_&lt;#)'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112347349045663744</id><published>2005-08-07T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:00:25.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The real world is not like NBA live 2005</title><content type='html'>Saturday. No good movie to watch, unless you want to pay 130php to watch Yao Ming's "success" story (hey, reaching the playoffs is quite a feat after all *snicker*). Well actually, there's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which is quite decent (daw). Anyway, what did we do? Well, being the athletic jocks that we are, we went to Rockwell to shoot some hoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, charles, kabo, tops, mike, and me. Time for some 2 on 3 action! Odd numbers suck LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's been ages since we last touched a basketball lolz. It took, i dunno, ten minutes at least before one of us can shoot the fuggin ball. Talk about skills. I really don't know what's wrong. I released the ball at the peak of my jump but still, it won't go in. Hmm, I guess i don't have the "3 point" icon on my feet &gt;&lt;;; Instead i have this "stinking pile of manure" icon. After at last getting our shooting rhythm (or should i say, each of us made at least 1 shot), these high school boys from the other court came to ask us if we want to play 5 on 5. Since we don't want to obliterate them with our obviously elite basketball skills, we humbly declined, told them to go home and eat more rice. To cut the long story short, after around 30 minutes of playing, we were forced out of the court because it was apparently "reserved", although no documents or identifications were shown. No big deal, being the elite basketball players that we are, we need no further practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MVP = tops. shooter amp LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that exercise, we went to Saisaki to pig out, gaining back any calories we might have burned, and left the restaurant a good 5 pounds heavier that when we came in. Artificial crab meat wrapped in bacon rox!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112347349045663744?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112347349045663744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112347349045663744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112347349045663744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112347349045663744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/real-world-is-not-like-nba-live-2005.html' title='The real world is not like NBA live 2005'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112312279401204194</id><published>2005-08-03T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:34:20.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler entry</title><content type='html'>All I Ever Learned, I Learned from Anime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  smart people wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;2.  music foreshadows plot&lt;br /&gt;3.  When you die, make a long speech, and don't finish the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The best teams come in fives.&lt;br /&gt;5.  In space, you can hear everything.&lt;br /&gt;6.  The good guy always has the BLUE glow.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Speak quietly, pilot a big mech.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Vengeance with a mallet is the sweetest revenge of all.&lt;br /&gt;9.  The coolest weapon is still the sword.&lt;br /&gt;10. School uniforms are cool only when the collar is open.&lt;br /&gt;11. Never trust a huge corporation.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sweating is a sure sign of stress.&lt;br /&gt;13. The cute, fuzzy creature isn't what it seems&lt;br /&gt;14. You can never have too many subplots.&lt;br /&gt;15. All demons/monsters have enormous genitalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete list, visit http://www.abcb.com/misc/latt_03.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112312279401204194?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112312279401204194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112312279401204194' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112312279401204194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112312279401204194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/filler-entry.html' title='Filler entry'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112303612812955993</id><published>2005-08-02T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:31:57.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magdridrive ako hanggang... QC sports complex</title><content type='html'>Ok, last sunday was the first time I drove without my dad. My sister had to attend a children's party in QC sports complex. It'd be a hassle if she were to ask my dad to drive her to the venue because he had to hang around somewhere else till the party ends then return to fetch her. Actually, I didn't want to go to the children's party myself, so I dared her to ask if I can drive the car with my sister to the party. And to my surprise, my parents agreed. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have anything against my parents, but it makes me pretty pissed off sometimes when they think of me as an incompetent fool who's going to crash the car on the first lamp post i see. They are also a believer of people materializing out of thin air and standing in front of your car. But then again, it doesn't hurt to be on the safe side. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I hate most on the road are bicycles, and any variations thereof. This includes but are not limited to, tricycles, pedicabs, motorcycles, unicycles, etc. Damn these contraptions and the person(s) riding them. They are especially irritating in narrow roads with lots of people. Damnit! Moving so abysmally slow.. &gt;&lt; Then when you blow your horns, they have the nerve to give you that look. Screw you asshole. Unless you can pedal at 40kph, get off the damn road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I'm no expert driver, I admit that. A question to "veteran" drivers out there, or to anyone who has an opinion: How the hell do you see those holes and badly designed humps on the road? Do you avoid every hole that you see regardless of its depth? Do you check your side mirrors before making ilag the hole? How close is the hole when you see it? And btw, I hate those damn humps that come out of nowhere &gt;&lt; After the bicycles, holes and humps come in second &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112303612812955993?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112303612812955993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112303612812955993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112303612812955993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112303612812955993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/08/magdridrive-ako-hanggang-qc-sports.html' title='Magdridrive ako hanggang... QC sports complex'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112273968284531355</id><published>2005-07-30T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:11:33.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RPG characters horoscope for the day</title><content type='html'>Magic Emperor Ghaleon &lt;br /&gt;Change your title, heroes don't find it very intimidating. You're bad guy speech also needs much improvement. Work on new taunts, or else white dragons might just laugh at your face. Try sticking to (Kuja) because you'll look good in comparison. Those guys are the worst dressers and taunters. Your lucky color is black. &lt;imgsrc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuja &lt;br /&gt;Although people have no problems with your homosexuality, try hiding it when facing the heroes. Wearing thongs is not appropriate when appearing in public. Think of all the kids. And enough with the canary bit. You will find out your reason of existence today, which sounds suspiciously like an anime you we're watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tifa &lt;br /&gt;Beware of waldrobe malfunction, especially during victory poses after random encounters. Buy a good book, this will be especially useful when your summons take an awfully long time to smite the enemies, especially the knights. When you obtain the W-summon materia, buy another good book. Your lucky number is 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdohl&lt;br /&gt;A new quest awaits you today. Although it has no connection to you whatsoever, you will have to accept it because it's your destiny to do so. During your journeys, talk to all odd colored large animals you may encounter. They are most probably going to join your cause. Your lucky number is 108.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squal &lt;br /&gt;You will meet your childhood friends today. All of them at once. Write it down. You might forget it. Saving the world is not as important as playing cards, remember to challenge everyone you see, especially the person who sends you on a quest to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quina&lt;br /&gt;Ask your friends why you are always excluded in the party. You deserve to know. You may be wondering what they are talking about behind your back while you were eating frogs. I'll tell you. You are the lamest character in the entire rpg world.Your friends are trying to sell you to the black market for some gil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud &lt;br /&gt;Despite an incoming meteor that will probably end all life in your world, you will still find time to goof around in the local carnival. More psychobabble to come this week, soon you will confront all those voices in your head. A person very close to you will die, don't level her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabin &lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and your potential. Despite looking like a muscle bound clod, you can learn how to perform the most powerful, mind draining magicks. Soon you'll be using that instead of the martial arts move thought to you by your master. Fight those brontosaurs to cast magic at 1mp only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crono &lt;br /&gt;Your future is murky, probably because of all your time traveling. As of now, there is 18 possible predictions of your destiny. Visit the local haunted house. It will probably save your life. Improving your skills is always a good idea. Take up some communication classes, you need help in speaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fei &lt;br /&gt;Control your Id. You won't want to have your Id physically manifest itself and blow up the village and all the people you grew up with. But then again, you life journey starts there. A very deep and philosophical journey, filled with various concepts of eternal recurrence, religious babble, psychoanalysis, etc. Chances are you won't understand it so I suggest you get a Purpose&lt;br /&gt;Driven™ walkthrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mog&lt;br /&gt;Despite being a moogle, you will still be able to learn magic. Just be sure to visit the various places and dance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/mog.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112273968284531355?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112273968284531355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112273968284531355' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112273968284531355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112273968284531355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/rpg-characters-horoscope-for-day.html' title='RPG characters horoscope for the day'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112239623003439585</id><published>2005-07-26T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:51:26.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flimflamed, mostly because of myself</title><content type='html'>OK... after countless excuses, most of which i'm pretty sure were just made up, the guy i paid to do my drawings FINALLY showed me a sample today. He said he'll show me TEN drawings today (yeah right), but still, he showed me a couple of drawings. What can i say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKS! Holy shit! Apparently, he's insulting my knowledge of anime characters, claiming that the one's he drew were "original". They're friggin ripoffs of Chaos and Loki from the Ragnarok Manwa. Actually, they're more of extremely low quality, cheap imitations of the two characters. It was drawn in fuggin pentel pen and said that he wants to be sure that the picture will still be visible even if it were minimized (which i told him i will do). Screw your fuggin excuses asshole. You did a half baked rushed semblance of a drawing. I swear, i would've ripped your head off and fed it to the crows. Lucky for you there were no crows in the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after going home, I called them up and asked them to just keep 500 bucks for the trouble and return the rest of my money. Yes, I had to call them up to tell them. I'm a pushover. I don't have the guts to tell them face to face that their art sucks and i want my damn money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, you might be confused why i suddenly used the pronoun "them". There's two of them actually. One is a guy, the artist, Mang Paul, also referred to as "him" in the previous paragraphs. The other is his wife, Ate Irene, who is a part of "them". There you go, Mang Paul and Ate Irene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. I asked them to keep 500 bucks for the trouble (generous huh?), and just return the rest of my money because there's no use in doing business with a bunch of sorry-ass lazy bums like them. Apparently, they had spent the money already.. then mentioned more elaborate excuses that i didn't bother remembering. I'm pretty sure they added some fictitious incidents that happened to fictitious characters to their explanations.... and said that, if i wanted to, they'll pay me in a "hulugan" basis. I asked them how long will it take to pay back the 3250 bucks. The reply "d ko masasabi eh". F*CK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Damnit... What really irritates me is the fact that it is entirely my fault why I am in this predicament. First of, I should've explored my options on who I can hire/pay to make the illustrations. But no... I had to go to the first person I see. Pfft. Oh well. That's one of my bad habits. No patience whatsoever. Even in RO, when I need sumthing, say mufflers[1], I go to the first pub with S&gt;muff[1] and usually buy it even if the price is slightly higher than the fair price. My rationale? Premium paid for convinience. Lolz. That's why I sold my pasana card at 1m when apparently, the going price was around 8m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm a pushover. I don't have the guts to say no to others. When ate Irene asked for 1k for the tech pens... I said yes. Then when she said that one of the additional artist that she was supposed to hire need money for a birthday party.. Again I said yes. &gt;&lt;;; Pfft. Oh well.. I'll just treat this as a learning experience, something that is necessary to be a better man in the future. It'll help me sleep better at night LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damnit! How can I be so stupid &gt;&lt;;; /pif&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting some points into Int on my next lvl up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112239623003439585?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112239623003439585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112239623003439585' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112239623003439585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112239623003439585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/flimflamed-mostly-because-of-myself.html' title='Flimflamed, mostly because of myself'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112213381990761027</id><published>2005-07-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:50:19.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 paragraphs. Non sequiter.</title><content type='html'>Currently playing Seiken Densetsu 3 (secret of mana 3). I'm in this place called... The Desert of SCORCHING HEAT. Wtf. All deserts are deserts of scorching heat. Won't be much of a desert withoutthe heat, and of course sand. SNES emulator is sooo cheap. Fast forward button = insane leveling up! *Sigh* I want a PS2. But then again, after thinking about the hassle of actually buying it and all.. nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to SM manila earlier today. Good news: Tekken 5, 2 tokens only! Bad news: Jam Packed. There is only 1 tekken 5 unit in the arcade sooo there's quite a lot of people waiting to play. There was literally a crowd watching each of the players, and most of the guys playing there are reaally good &gt;&lt; They make the G4 players look like a bunch of pansies. Throw escapes, low blocks, great juggles.. These guys know it all. Cheap parlor tricks won't work aginst them. At last, after watching for about 20 minutes or so, i decided to play. Result: Completely Massacred. I can't believe he blocked all of my snake edges. Bah! Oh well... at least mura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112213381990761027?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112213381990761027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112213381990761027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112213381990761027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112213381990761027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/2-paragraphs-non-sequiter.html' title='2 paragraphs. Non sequiter.'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112194144653914350</id><published>2005-07-21T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T07:22:40.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fight fight blue and white!</title><content type='html'>Wow. What a massacre &gt;&lt;;; ADMU as down by 20+ points pretty much the whole game. It's funny, you'd expect me to be sad while watching the game, but the fact is, I'm not. Amused, even. Sad is when you're watching a close game, then on the dying seconds Robert Horry hits a fuggin 3 pointer, then gives his smug "i-knew-that-was-going-in" look (Horry, if by any chance you're reading this, SCREW YOU!) Yes, I am brave in cyberspace XD. But when you're team is down by 20 the whole game, it's not really that depressing since you know your team going to lose anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, for the first three quarters, "shooting" the ball is an overstatement for Ateneo. It's proper term should be "randomly throwing the ball into the air and hoping for the best". Assuming of course they don't turn the ball over (I think they had nearly 20 in the game). The only player worth watching is Tenorio, although Aguilar is a pretty good defender and Membrere this season is a big improvement over the benchwarmer membrere in the previous seasons. Crappy offense, Crappy defense, Turnovers galore... *sigh* Intal has no offensive skills whatsoever aside from the dunk (or the attempted-dunk that got a lucky foul call), I don't see why everybody is sooo hyped up when talking about this guy &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's really pretty hard to fill the shoes of the graduate players of the 2002 Ateneo team. Villanueva+Alvarez= excellent front court. Tenorio+Fonacier+Gonazales= excellent back court. That kind of line up is very hard to come by. We also had decent substitutes back then too. Compare it with this season... Aguilar &lt; Villanueva, Kramer &lt; Alvarez, Intal &lt; Fonacier, and nobody in the league is better than Wesley Gonzales (ung magandang gising na wesley). As for the substitutes, there is no one worth a damn save for Escalona and Jai Reyes (i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my props to Kramer. Wow, he really improved this season. Grabbed lots of rebounds, solid D, surprisingly good hands, and he lost his tendency to dunk the ball every time he gets it (thank god). But then again, he was tossed around like a rag doll by Arwind Santos, but he's still  pretty good. I just hope his performance isn't a one game fluke. The Ateneo team did a really great job in the 4th quarter, managing to cut down the lead to 9 (from a high of 27 in the 4th quarter ata). Of course, this happened because of Tenorio, the heart and soul of the team (as stated by the commentators EVERY TIME TENORIO GETS THE BALL, tenorio, the heart and soul of the ateneo desperately trying to rally his team, loop). So, anyway, despite losing by 12, a game well played especially by tenorio and kramer. We claim moral victory, like we always do XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112194144653914350?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112194144653914350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112194144653914350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112194144653914350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112194144653914350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/fight-fight-blue-and-white.html' title='fight fight blue and white!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112173978383099499</id><published>2005-07-18T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:23:03.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an incomplete post</title><content type='html'>I was in the MRT the other day, and i saw a guy standing beside me wearing a Nike shirt that said: "definition: 1.) The last sound you'll hear and the last thing you'll see as you come in second place" or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath that, written in a much smaller font, it said: "Result guaranteed only if used with performance enhancing drugs". Now that's some honest advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops. work. gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112173978383099499?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112173978383099499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112173978383099499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112173978383099499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112173978383099499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/incomplete-post.html' title='an incomplete post'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112152933980127057</id><published>2005-07-16T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T08:55:39.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still more politics!</title><content type='html'>Wow! How many rallies were held in Makati in the past week? 3? 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&gt; Of all the places to have rallies, why the hell do they have to do it in ayala avenue? Do they find satisfaction in giving inconvinience to the productive people of society? Pissing off multinationals and foreign investors in ayala ave.. what a smart thing to do to boost our very robust and healthy economy. Hold your rallies somewhere else damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&gt; How many attended the rallies? 10k? 15k? Anyway, don't they have to work or something? I mean, they complain about how prices are so high right now and how it is really difficult to earn enough to support they're families but they have the time to participate in rallies? O.O *cough* *bribed* *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&gt; Does anybody have a picture or something of the same person attending both pro and anti GMA rallies? That'd be great to put in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the US, a judge in the supreme court retired and they are currently looking for someone to replace that guy. This apparently, is causing much ruckus among americans. Some guy replacing some supreme court judge? BORING! In the Philippines, we got wiretapping incidents. Lots of em! We got a new one now from Chavit (ata), who alledgedly have a wiretapped conversation of Erap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this wiretapping incident is hurting the country's image. Know what we should do? Turn this situation around! Let's use proper marketing to turn the current political scenario in the Phillipines into a positive thing. Here are some ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Concentrate on the entertainment value of the political turmoil. Reality TV is sooo in nowadays. You've got survivor, contender, apprentice, etc etc. We can turn this into the first ever politics-oriented reality TV show!  Let's see who gets voted off in the final episode! If we thought of this earlier, this could've been the second season already. First of course was the Erap incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Make it a tourist attraction! Go to Makati Shangrila and watch the rally unfold from your window! Extra 100 bucks if you want to throw stink bombs, water ballons,  anvils, anything you want to the crowd below! Special rates if you reserve today. Reserve now while the president is still in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Vegas betting baby! Will GMA be kicked out? How many days till GMA gets impeached?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112152933980127057?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112152933980127057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112152933980127057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112152933980127057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112152933980127057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/still-more-politics.html' title='Still more politics!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112152788649818769</id><published>2005-07-16T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T08:31:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you PLDT! (&gt;_&lt;#)</title><content type='html'>Fuggin PLDT. My DSL was busted from monday night to friday! &gt;&lt; And as usual, tech support gave plenty of oh so useful advice.&lt;br /&gt;"you have reached PLDT blahblahblah, all operators are busy right now please hold.... (wait for 5 min)... sorry, all operators are busy. Please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMAIL&lt;/span&gt; us at so-and-so for any concerns, have a good day."&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!? I can't connect to the friggin internet! How the hell am i supposed to email you? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i started calling tech support at around 10am wednesday. I was able to get through at around 8pm &gt;&lt; Apparently, they are having technical difficulties in the tondo area (oooh, like i didn't know that), and they claim to be "working on it". How very informative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112152788649818769?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112152788649818769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112152788649818769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112152788649818769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112152788649818769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/damn-you-pldt.html' title='Damn you PLDT! (&gt;_&lt;#)'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112096368954419797</id><published>2005-07-09T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:53:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus spoke Zarathustra</title><content type='html'>Today had been an uneventful day. Just went to podium to look for stuff, and to megamall to play a little tekken. The national bookstore in podium has tons of stuff. If you're trying to find a multi-book series (with the exception of LoTR) like the Dark Elf Trilogy, Dark Tower Series, Dragon Lance novels in a normal national bookstore , chances are, for some reason, the first book will be missing. Stupid bookstores. Haven't you heard about inventory control &gt;&lt;;; If you're planning to sell em, sell the entire series. I'm not jumping into book 2 without reading book 1. But the national in podium was different. Sooo many books there. I need to go back there and find one that i really like. Its been a while since I last read a good book (Last one was hitchhiker's guide).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci Code was featured in Discovery channel last night. Hella boring. I watched it for around 5 min, then went back to my room and watched some anime instead. Dan Brown intentionally writes Da Vinci Code in the most controversial way he can, in order to generate more sales. The stuff he writes in the book are "true" in a sense, but is supported by high circumstancial evidence. The veracity of the Gnostic gospels which he keeps talking about is still being debated to this day, and add in the fact that most of them are in a pretty bad shape. I have to give props to Dan Brown though, he writes what his audience wants to hear, which is essential in most of the bestsellers today. Another example: Alchemist. People want something scandalous about Christianity and Dan Brown gave it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading DVC, people were like "See? Christianity isn't so great after all" Please remember that the author is biased towards the scandal and thus the material is presented in such a way. Read what other experts have to say for and against Dan Brown. Or perhaps you just have a weak faith and jealous of others that you use this opportunity to justify your own lack of faith? Either way, I don't care. I didn't really like DVC that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, the story of DVC sucked. Albino assassins? WTF. If i wanted all of your juicy trivias about the Gnostic Gospels and stuff, i'd surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Bleach instead XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112096368954419797?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112096368954419797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112096368954419797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112096368954419797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112096368954419797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/thus-spoke-zarathustra.html' title='Thus spoke Zarathustra'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112066838133862842</id><published>2005-07-06T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T09:49:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboozled</title><content type='html'>Damn drawings. I initially coughed up 1k for the downpayment. This was last errrm thursday, I think. After a few days, Ate Irene asked for another 1k because the artist needed to buy some sort of "tech pen" thing which, she claims, was very expensive. Soooo fine. I paid another 1k. So my remaining balance is 1750. Yesterday, Ate Irene called again, and this time she was asking for the rest of the payment. The reason she gave was very vague. Something about hiring more artists because 50 pictures will take a long time to draw, then something about one of the artist  having a birthday party and there'll be beers and stuff. So there, I paid the full 3750 bucks and haven't received a single drawing yet. This better be worth it &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid mistake: Ate Irene asked me.. how much was 50 pictures multiplied by 75php per picture? I calculated it in my head then said... 4750! FFFffffuuuuuuu.... how can i be so stupid &gt;&lt;;; There it was written on the receipt... 4750 &gt;&lt; Good thing when I gave her the additional 1k for the tech pen, i complained about the total, saying it should only be 3750. She said it was her fault, that she didn't hear what i said properly. *whew* Ooooh, my HS math teacher is gonna kill me if she hears about this lolz. She always tells me not to be so damn careless XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, its nearly 1am now and I'm listening to Inner Universe. Makes me reminiscence about the good ol college dorm days. Playing till 1am, grabbing a bite at Red Panda before going back to my dorm(if i have money left that is, if i'm already broke, there are always bananas.), then watching some GITSAC. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112066838133862842?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112066838133862842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112066838133862842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112066838133862842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112066838133862842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/bamboozled.html' title='Bamboozled'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112066085010430658</id><published>2005-07-06T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T07:41:48.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG another quiz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.bleachportal.net/?id=interactive/pquiz/index'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.bleachportal.net/interactive/pquiz/images/qwdfgsbvc.jpg' border='0'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take The quiz yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i wonder who Ishida is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112066085010430658?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112066085010430658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112066085010430658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112066085010430658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112066085010430658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/omg-another-quiz.html' title='OMG another quiz?'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112053300203243431</id><published>2005-07-04T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:10:02.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>I watched 18 episodes of Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex last sunday. Astig! This is one of the best anime I have watched. I love the setting, great (albeit too wordy at times) story, cool action scenes, great art.. I'm thinking of DL'ing the second season.. Hmmm... Neo Gothic / Gothic Punk rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, received a purchase order from our customer. A rather big one, which means I got enought work to tide me till thursday or so. Boring! But oh well, when money is involved, might as well take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently DL'ing Bleach. Damn 4 gig files... Takes forever to download. Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112053300203243431?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112053300203243431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112053300203243431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112053300203243431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112053300203243431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112046110810284315</id><published>2005-07-04T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:11:48.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More politics!</title><content type='html'>Well, since wiretapping is the fad nowadays, here is an excerpt of a chat between Kim jong Il and JFK (really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/im35.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/kim_jong_il__/ for more kim jong il stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112046110810284315?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112046110810284315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112046110810284315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112046110810284315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112046110810284315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-politics.html' title='More politics!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112031886802349887</id><published>2005-07-02T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T08:41:08.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Id quo maius cogitary nequit</title><content type='html'>That which is greater than what can be thought. Or something like that. Correct me pls lolz. After mentioning this line to me (yes, by you kabo), I've been all philo-ish and in a contemplative mood lately. However, since I only got a C in philo, i'm no good at this. So, here are some lines copy pasted from the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spoke your words as though you denied the very existence of shadows or of evil. Think, now: where would your good be if there were no evil and what would the world look like without shadows? Shadows are thrown by people and living things. Do you want to strip the whole globe by removing every tree and every creature to satisfy your fantasy of a bare world? -- Woland to Matthew the Levite in Mikhail Bulgakov's Master and Margarita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what's this got to do with IQMCN? Absolutely nothing. XD I just find the above paragraph really interesting O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112031886802349887?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112031886802349887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112031886802349887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112031886802349887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112031886802349887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/07/id-quo-maius-cogitary-nequit.html' title='Id quo maius cogitary nequit'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-112018717017135650</id><published>2005-06-30T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:06:10.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow drawings!</title><content type='html'>So, I finally hired an artist to create illustrations for my card game! Weee~ At last, my CCG gets some degree of professionalism. It kinda gets depressing when it's all just plain text, add in the corrections i make on the cards themselves using a regular red pen. Hopefully, by putting illustrations, beta testing it will be slightly less painful to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid 3500php for 50 illustrations.. Ouch. This is the first time I had to spend this much cash for my CCG. After considering how far the game is from ever being completed, and how uncertain the sales potential is, I'm beginning to think if it's worth it. Then I got too tired thinking so far ahead so I just paid them the damn money. Illustrations baby!!! *Sigh* I wish i had drawing skills &gt;&lt;;; I actually took the minor flaw "crappy drawing" for my character so that I can gain some freebie points to put into my "lame card tricks" skill. I also have 2 points on allies who i can call for my drawing needs! Character build tweaking! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-112018717017135650?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/112018717017135650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=112018717017135650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112018717017135650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/112018717017135650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow-drawings.html' title='Wow drawings!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111992962282425012</id><published>2005-06-27T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:33:43.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Telenovela</title><content type='html'>Well, there's a new twist in the political drama. Gloria finally admitted that the voice in the tapes was indeed her's, which of course created more uproar in the opposition. Things are sure getting spicier every day. Oh well, there goes the economy &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I should be more concerend about this, but frankly, i'm as concerned as a couch potato watching one tree hill. Sure it's interesting and all, but somehow, it just doesn't bother me too much. I guess because of all the political turmoil that has happened in the past (edsa revolutions, coups, etc etc), we feel that all of this is just ordinary. Take Edsa2. Sure, go to edsa shrine and you can see the rallies and stuff. But at the same time, most people are probably malling in makati, or still going to bars in malate. Oakwood mutiny? Yeah, you can't go to makati, lots of activities there. Instead go to Megamall or something. The importance and magnitude of events like these have been reduced from "oh no, what will happen to the country" to "damnit, i wanted to go to glorietta". We just sit back and watch the drama unfold as if watching Full House or something. Oh well, i hope this shit settles down soon or else the Philippine  economy will be in a world of pain &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I'm not speaking for everybody. Don't sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111992962282425012?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111992962282425012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111992962282425012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111992962282425012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111992962282425012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/political-telenovela.html' title='Political Telenovela'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111979315584308270</id><published>2005-06-26T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T06:45:26.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cross the bridge when you get there</title><content type='html'>Here's a liberating piece of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think about stuff too much. Really. All you need to do is focus on things that you have power to change. Stop worrying about the crap that happens in life. These things are already given. All you can do is to choose how to act best in the given situation. Stop thinking about the past too much because there's nothing you can do to change it, and stop worrying about the future too much because it is uncertain. There are just too many factors that affect life for us to fathom. Believe in the resolute urgency of now. Live life one day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111979315584308270?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111979315584308270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111979315584308270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111979315584308270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111979315584308270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/cross-bridge-when-you-get-there.html' title='cross the bridge when you get there'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111954186436062055</id><published>2005-06-23T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:53:31.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging on a full stomach</title><content type='html'>I just came from Monaco. Man, I'm such a pig. After having some angelhair pasta, hakaw, and tofu at home for dinner, my cousin and I went to Monaco for some "desserts". These "desserts" turned out to be longsilog and crepe lolz. Yummy... Sooo full... I always liked Monaco. Cheap, inexpensive, and yummy food, great coffee (especially the hazelnut one), good crepes, and a cozy atmosphere (couches! yey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning was the most tiring morning i had the whole year. I had to accompany my sis to makati because our car's alternator (whatever that is) was busted, and the other car was affected by color coding. We had to take a cab. So there. Up at 630am, morning rituals, then off to makati. I went to Mcdo in paseo for breakfast because I was really craving for the Big Breakfast Meal. As I was eating, i can't help but feel OP. Everywhere i look, it's long sleeves, and slacks, and tie. Good thing I wore my nice pair of JEANS and TSHIRT (booyah!) which I'm pretty sure has no holes in it. I ate really quickly and left before people notice me ang give me the "what-a-friggin-bum" look. Anyway, from Paseo, I walked all the way to MRT station (wow it's really far!), went to Ortigas, bought some rhumba cream frap (hope you liked it ^^), then LRT to Recto, then walked to tutuban meralco to pay some bills(wow! it's even farther!), then homebound. Tired and sweating like a pig. But it's worth it ^^;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111954186436062055?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111954186436062055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111954186436062055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111954186436062055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111954186436062055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/blogging-on-full-stomach.html' title='Blogging on a full stomach'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111949643153459178</id><published>2005-06-22T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:00:48.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RO comic (aka I'm too lazy to type)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/sit4d.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111949643153459178?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111949643153459178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111949643153459178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111949643153459178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111949643153459178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/ro-comic-aka-im-too-lazy-to-type.html' title='RO comic (aka I&apos;m too lazy to type)'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111936940748323693</id><published>2005-06-21T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:56:47.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCG making: Chaos Theory in action</title><content type='html'>I'm currently listening to Bamboo's Hallelujah. That song is just hot! Sooo... inspirational, of sorts. Really love that song. Why can't all local songs have the same quality as this one? It just makes me puke listening to all those crappy spaghetti song mutations. I always have this sudden urge to choke the life out of the guy who thought about that idea. Damn him to the nine circles of hell! But then again, they are very popular. Fortunately, this is my blog, i say what i feel muwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beta tested my CCG again today. I also played some classic magic the gathering. White weenie anyone? XD *sigh* There's still a whole lotta loose ends in my game. No proper card control, gameflow is not smooth enough, combat system still needs improvement, argh! So many dynamic aspects that i have to modify. Changing with one aspect of the game affects every other aspect, making it really difficult to find the right "mix" and create a good game. Trying to create my own CCG makes me realize the beauty, simplicity, and (gasp) perfection of magic the gathering. Hmmm... back to the ol' drawing board. Have to make adjustments.. How i long for the day when everything in my CCG just fits perfectly, when I can confidently say "this is a great game".. *sigh* But sooon, my masterpiece will be complete! muwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. muwahahaha!!! -&gt; evil laugh. supposedly sinister sounding and scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111936940748323693?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111936940748323693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111936940748323693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111936940748323693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111936940748323693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/ccg-making-chaos-theory-in-action.html' title='CCG making: Chaos Theory in action'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111927263602319658</id><published>2005-06-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:03:56.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman Begins, and some Sun Tzu</title><content type='html'>Holy non-crappy movie, Batman! It's been a while since there's been a Batman Movie that didn't suck. Now, this is really great, contrary to what film critics out there say (most of the time, i don't listen to what they say anyway. go judge some foreign art film instead!). Dark, action packed, and smartass characters who snap funny comeback lines, what more can you ask for? Won't put too many spoilers since there are some people who haven't watched it yet (yes kabo, that's you LOL), but its one hella movie. It kinda makes you want to jump from roof to roof and fall/climb from/to high places. Weeeee~ Bungee jumping anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we watched Batman in g4. Played a little tekken5 before watching. Asuka is just plain cheesy. But then again, im not very familiar with Asuka's moves which translated to me not knowing how to block. I beat up some steve players though. XD Hmm.. i really have to familiarize myself with Asuka's moves... Have to play her sometime. As Sun Tzu said, know yourself, know your enemies, and know your frame advantages,  and you'll win in tekken, or something to that effect. My translation of his original Chinese text may be a bit off but im pretty sure that's what he meant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111927263602319658?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111927263602319658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111927263602319658' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111927263602319658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111927263602319658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/batman-begins-and-some-sun-tzu.html' title='Batman Begins, and some Sun Tzu'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111911524889008597</id><published>2005-06-18T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T10:20:48.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 6 star hotel? O.o</title><content type='html'>Went to Hyatt hotel tonight to have an advanced Father's Day celebration. This hotel was supposedly a "6 star" hotel, though I honestly don't know what makes it sooo different from other 5 star hotels. They all look the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ate at the Market Cafe at the second floor. This was probably the first time I ever saw a hotel restaurant become fully booked (the restau was really huge too). Needless to say, there were too many people standing in the buffet table which makes it nearly impossible to get those damn tempuras. When a new tray is placed on the buffet table, some selfish moron is gonna dump all the tempuras into his plate. Curses... I was tempted to "accidentally" bump him, causing his plate to drop. If I can't have those shrimp tempuras, nobody will. Doubly so for selfish bastards. Don't get the whole tray.. please leave some for others you greedy jerk... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was too tired and sleepy, the restau was too crowded, thus I was not in the mood to eat &gt;&lt;;; Oh well. On the plus side, my bro paid me 100php to teach him my "bottle cap thru mineral bottle" trick Yey! easy money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its now 1:15am, I'm tired but not yet sleepy (must be coz of all the caffeine I had. 2 latte's = sleepless in tayuman.) But still, this had been a really really fun day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111911524889008597?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111911524889008597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111911524889008597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111911524889008597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111911524889008597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/6-star-hotel-oo.html' title='the 6 star hotel? O.o'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111894004387638335</id><published>2005-06-17T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:40:43.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just doesn't sound right</title><content type='html'>Its now 12:30am, and I'm listening to the radio, trying to bore myself to sleep. A commercial for a painkiller plays. Advil, more powerful than pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have a really weird processing of information, perhaps the effects of drowsiness, but then again, maybe I'm just plain weird. When I heard the tagline, more powerful than pain, the first thing that came into my mind is, well, something more painful than pain itself. Hmmm.. Masochists are too small a niche for Advil to market.. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I'm rambling. Time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;*Grumble* I'm hungry. Sigh. How I wish I'm still living in my dorm. I want Red Panda!! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111894004387638335?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111894004387638335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111894004387638335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111894004387638335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111894004387638335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-just-doesnt-sound-right.html' title='It just doesn&apos;t sound right'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111883898190799817</id><published>2005-06-15T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T05:36:21.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with lightsabers</title><content type='html'>yeah! fear meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AfroBurdie/1098996940_waza_sunrider.jpg" border="0" alt="Red" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were destined to have a Red Lightsaber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the color of fire and blood, so it is&lt;br /&gt;associated with energy, war, danger, strength,&lt;br /&gt;power, and determination as well as passion and&lt;br /&gt;desire. You have seen the Strength and Power of&lt;br /&gt;the Dark Side of the Force and have you thirst&lt;br /&gt;for more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AfroBurdie/quizzes/What%20Colored%20Lightsaber%20Would%20You%20Have%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Colored Lightsaber Would You Have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning: site contains star wars info incomprehensible to non starwars junkies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111883898190799817?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111883898190799817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111883898190799817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111883898190799817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111883898190799817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-with-lightsabers.html' title='fun with lightsabers'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111873531455500068</id><published>2005-06-14T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:48:34.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff, random stuff, random stuff</title><content type='html'>tuesday. I love the early parts of the week. Why? It's because orders don't come till wednesday and thursday. So, work is generally light during mondays and tuesdays. Emailed suppliers, made a few calls, updated the database, and poof! done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do with all this free time? Do something productive. I watched some infomercials! Damnit. Int -1. There was this commercial for a massager (called handy roller) that claims it can make you slimmer without having to exercise.  It uses *quote* infrared high frequency vibrations and infrared microwave to penetrate and destroy fat *end quote* wtf? that doesn't even make sense. Isn't there a law against this? And on top of that, they didn't have beatiful models, who never used their product, for the commercial. Cheapskates. Aww crud. Watched something more informative instead (Discovery channel's Airplane Crash Investigations. CSI, airplane mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSS&gt; slapshock's million miles. astig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111873531455500068?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111873531455500068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111873531455500068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111873531455500068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111873531455500068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/random-stuff-random-stuff-random-stuff.html' title='random stuff, random stuff, random stuff'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111866793887813676</id><published>2005-06-13T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T06:05:38.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics. Does anybody still give a damn?</title><content type='html'>Idon't read the papers. It just gets me down. There's just bad news every day. I think they can create a generic newspaper for people to read. They can sell em at, say 50 bucks, and buyers won't have to read the newspaper again. Front page headlines include: opposition wants current president to step down, more evidence about corruption, unrest in the Middle east, Kim Jong Il says We got em nukes, Charlotte Bobcats lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading news about political shit sucks. There's absolutely no telling if people are telling the truth. Take the recent "wiretapping" shit. I mean on one hand, all of it can be totally legit. But on the other hand, there are thousands of programs out there that can create such an audio file out of thin air. Jeez. I hope the public realizes how easy it easy to create that crap. As I said, there's no way to know if people are telling the truth, there's no way to know if politicians are truly sincere. But, we are sure about one thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians are all greedy liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people lie, cheat, steal. Evidences can be falsified, manufactured, planted. Throw in thugs, crime lords, jueteng lords, and all those underground lords out there. There really is no point in reading the damn news, the line between fact and fiction is blurred beyond recognition. Just read the sports section, and read how the bobcats lose, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111866793887813676?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111866793887813676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111866793887813676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111866793887813676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111866793887813676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/politics-does-anybody-still-give-damn.html' title='Politics. Does anybody still give a damn?'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111854747761523744</id><published>2005-06-11T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T20:37:57.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fred tay, gullible fool</title><content type='html'>I was approached yesterday by a couple of "working students" who gives you a card that says they are selling dried mangoes to "pay for their tuition and support their familly". Damnit! I don't have the heart to turn them down. So i bought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time this happened. A similar incident happened in college too, which needless to say, resulted in my friends all laughing at me LOL. Oh well. Those dried mango sellers sure know which person is the gullible one. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111854747761523744?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111854747761523744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111854747761523744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111854747761523744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111854747761523744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/fred-tay-gullible-fool.html' title='fred tay, gullible fool'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111854708149804927</id><published>2005-06-11T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T06:17:15.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sunday morning post</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting this emptiness of the soul lately. I feel like having this big bottomless hole inside of me that i have no idea how to fill. Have you ever felt it? A profound silence and loneliness that has no specific reason and origin? Damnit, I want some beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe some dimsum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey it worked! Went to Wan Tsai for lunch yesterday (saturday). Saturday lunch always cheers me up. The day is always better with some siomai and hakaw. Mmmm... After that, sipped ice tea while listening to some Linkin Park in the warm (not hot) afternoon sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet my cousin and his HS friends in greenhills around 8pm to watch Mr. and Mrs Smith. 3pm to 8pm free time. So i hanged around and killed some time (lots of it). No big deal. My CCG needs some revisions and shit anyway. I also played a little Tekken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things come to he who wait! I was hanging around the arcade for around an hour when the guy playing tekken suddenly asked me if i wanted to play, he said he need to go already. Yey! Free games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward, we ate at Pasto, didn't watch a movie but opted to disco bowl in eastwood. Got home at around 3am. Money left for the week. 250 php. (edit: Played billiards this afternoon, money left for the week, 100 php &gt;&lt;. I need some quick money... Hmmm... I wonder who I can sue...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm feeling the emptiness of the soul once again. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111854708149804927?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111854708149804927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111854708149804927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111854708149804927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111854708149804927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunday-morning-post.html' title='the sunday morning post'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111832902667225560</id><published>2005-06-09T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T07:57:06.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's clean... it just smells funny. squish.</title><content type='html'>Rain. Rain is nice to look at. The smell of rain is also nice. And the cool breeze it usually brings is just refreshing. nice nice nice. Rain is not nice when you are outdoors and commuting. Damnit puddles of water that rain leaves on the ground. On the plus side, my shoe got really squeaky clean. Yeah. And so did my right sock. There's nothing more gross than wearing a moist sock all day. Blergh. Everytime you step, it goes squish squish squish squish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..  it sounds funny when you say squish over and over again. squish squish squish squish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squish squish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got this handy dandy hand sanitizer with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed a mosquito with my hand earlier. Note, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one hand&lt;/span&gt;. *clap clap clap* such magnificent display of dexterity. Then, being the hygienic guy that I am, I used the hand sanitizer. Green apple smell my a$$. After using it, my hands smelled like stinking garbage that was left to rot in some dark corner. What's the friggin point of having clean hands if it smells like horse manure? &gt;&lt;;; What am I supposed to say, don't let the smell fool ya, it's clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there aren't too many hand-sniffing people in the city.  Gawd the stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111832902667225560?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111832902667225560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111832902667225560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111832902667225560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111832902667225560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-clean-it-just-smells-funny-squish.html' title='it&apos;s clean... it just smells funny. squish.'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111815467868274021</id><published>2005-06-07T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:31:18.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living my life, 5 minutes at a time. coz im BORED!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. 5 min. &gt;&lt; There must've been a spatio-temporal distortion of some sort that's causing space and time to contract into a pocket universe that moves relatively slower than the other universes in the continum. I have no idea what i'm talking about. But lookie, 3 extra lines of crap. That's my motto in life. Waste cyberspace, its free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing the one hand revolution the entire day. Its cutting a deck of cards in such a way that the top packet revolves down while the bottom packet goes up, all done in one hand. Quite an eye candy actually. Ah, another step to becoming a street magician.  Am I bored or what? But then again, i really like doing card tricks. I really enjoy it when my audiece gets a good laugh (but sadly, they're laughing because of my poor performance. I show you, I'll show you all! *insert evil laugh* muwahahahaha). Anyway, I'm getting better, I think. Sleight of hands aren't a piece of cake ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toooddlelooo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111815467868274021?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111815467868274021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111815467868274021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111815467868274021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111815467868274021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/living-my-life-5-minutes-at-time-coz.html' title='Living my life, 5 minutes at a time. coz im BORED!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111804248560300241</id><published>2005-06-06T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:21:25.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 5 minute rule</title><content type='html'>If you're bored and just killing time, you will look at the clock approximately every 5 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111804248560300241?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111804248560300241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111804248560300241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111804248560300241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111804248560300241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/5-minute-rule.html' title='the 5 minute rule'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111803980678276937</id><published>2005-06-05T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:36:46.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the like list</title><content type='html'>10 simple things in life that i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) sunny afternoons&lt;br /&gt;2.) coffee houses with good coffee&lt;br /&gt;3.) listening to music i really like on my imaginary mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;4.) any combinations of 1, 2, and 3&lt;br /&gt;5.) saturday lunch&lt;br /&gt;6.) sleeping at night without having to set the alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;7.) a good laugh&lt;br /&gt;8.) watching conan o brien late at night&lt;br /&gt;9.) bumming around the roofdeck&lt;br /&gt;10.) Lee's u/f+4, 1, 2~f, 1, 2~f, 1, 2~f, 1, 2~f, (wall), 4, 3, 4 air juggle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111803980678276937?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111803980678276937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111803980678276937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111803980678276937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111803980678276937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/like-list.html' title='the like list'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111773020570205184</id><published>2005-06-02T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:36:45.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought</title><content type='html'>We grow older each day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. That's the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm just kidding. That was just an attempt to stretch this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as i was saying, we grow older each day. One day, we're goofing around in high school, then the next thing you know, we've graduated and started working. I, for one, feel that I haven't changed that much. I mean, damn I still feel I'm like that HS student. It's funny, compared to those high school days, we're supposed to be older (duh), more mature, more responsible, etc etc. But surprisingly, I really don't think I changed that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Or maybe there's just no way to compare anymore. Something about looking at the past from the present. Damnit! I forgot all my philo! &gt;&lt;;; I think it's something like, if you look at the past from the present, you do not see the "past" perse, but your present interpertation of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes but nothing is truly lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111773020570205184?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111773020570205184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111773020570205184' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111773020570205184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111773020570205184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-thought.html' title='just a thought'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111767650962245074</id><published>2005-06-01T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:41:49.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not very persuasive</title><content type='html'>In the endless battle of good and evil for the souls of humankind, good hardly puts up a fight. For example, in the Star Wars movie, when Anakin was having those visions of Padme dying, he consulted Yoda and Palpatine (well, he really wasn't asking for Palpatine's opinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda: Train yourself to let go of the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;Palpatine: The dark side of the force can protect the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on yoda... i know you can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, after that, young Anakin was doomed. (can you say wheeze?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111767650962245074?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111767650962245074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111767650962245074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111767650962245074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111767650962245074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-very-persuasive.html' title='not very persuasive'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111736508326386305</id><published>2005-05-29T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T04:24:19.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Netherland Puns</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine recently mentioned that his boss is an expat from the Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a fantasy person... oh the puns on the word Netherland. You know, nether shadows, nether world, the umbra. An expat from the shadow regions... be afraid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/beepx2/expat.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111736508326386305?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111736508326386305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111736508326386305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111736508326386305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111736508326386305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/netherland-puns.html' title='Netherland Puns'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111709728355415774</id><published>2005-05-26T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:49:44.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 uses of wallpaper</title><content type='html'>The world is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fantasy person. Anime, RPG's (role playing games, not rocket propelled grenades damnit), ADnD books, etc. etc. I like anything fantasyish. Saving the world, beating bad guys, now that's the life. What do we have in the real world? Same old boring routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime it gets dark and stormy, i always imagine some guy standing on top of a tall building, looking out to the cloudy horizon, and stating the obvious: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a storm is coming&lt;/span&gt;. After that, he jumps of the building, somersaults in midair, lands perfectly, then disappears into one of the alleys. He could've used the elevator but this way is much cooler. What next? i dunno. The Sith cometh? (am i even using the word cometh right?) Attack of the clowns? A gateway to the netherworld opens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Continue the story in the comments section. Story so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) dark and stormy&lt;br /&gt;2.) guy in cloak does not want to use elevator and jumps&lt;br /&gt;3.) he disappears into alley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111709728355415774?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111709728355415774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111709728355415774' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111709728355415774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111709728355415774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/101-uses-of-wallpaper.html' title='101 uses of wallpaper'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111698878868070849</id><published>2005-05-24T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T20:31:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hate list</title><content type='html'>10 things i really hate, in no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) moronic people&lt;br /&gt;2.) moronic people with strong opinions&lt;br /&gt;3.) stupid advertisements that make you go WTF after watching/hearing it&lt;br /&gt;4.) TV hosts that try to be funny, but fail miserably at it&lt;br /&gt;5.) very long rides&lt;br /&gt;6.) occational stupid connection to the internet, damn you PLDT&lt;br /&gt;7.) depressing Filipino songs like that spaghetti song, april boy songs, and all that crap&lt;br /&gt;8.) people who takes their sweet time ordering in a fast food counter with me behind him/her&lt;br /&gt;9.) people who can't sing, but still sings along songs on the radio/CD&lt;br /&gt;10.) accounting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111698878868070849?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111698878868070849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111698878868070849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111698878868070849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111698878868070849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/hate-list.html' title='the hate list'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111690148549859072</id><published>2005-05-23T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T19:24:45.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines</title><content type='html'>From Inquirer, Sunday, May 22, Sports Section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP finally gets first Olympic gold medal - via internet auction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in the Philippines bought the Olympic medal in an auction on Ebay, bidding $17,100 for it. I dunno, should we be happy that our country finally has a medal? Is this story even worth putting in the news? &gt;&lt; Yey! Ebay medals!!! We should also buy Oscar's, Grammy's, and Nobel Prizes too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111690148549859072?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111690148549859072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111690148549859072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111690148549859072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111690148549859072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111675388663207152</id><published>2005-05-22T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T02:24:46.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's do the funk!</title><content type='html'>This has got to be the most overplayed song on the radio EVER! Finally, something that can beat Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On". Yes, we get your point, you won't be dying anytime soon, please stop singing it over and over again &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;I log on to blogger, the radio station (88.3) plays Let's do the funk. I switch to 89.9, and guess what plays after 5 min? Yes, very good, you figured it out. Let's do the funk! &gt;&lt;;; Don't get me wrong, i like Parokya, i like this song.. but this is just crazy. Everyday, expect to hear this song at least 5 to 6 times (if you always listen to the radio that is). *Sigh* times like these, i really wish i have an Mp3 player. Oh well. time to switch to Nu107 for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSS: guess what? XD&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the funk... \:D/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111675388663207152?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111675388663207152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111675388663207152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111675388663207152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111675388663207152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-do-funk.html' title='Let&apos;s do the funk!'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111648885875138592</id><published>2005-05-19T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T00:47:38.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And i thought i was productive...</title><content type='html'>2pm. Starwars is already showing and i am planning to watch it with my friends this weekend. I Went to sureseats to reserve because there's no way we'll be able to get tickets on the day itself. Gawd! The site is soooooo slow.....&gt;&lt;;; Stupid IT people. The page took around 5min to load, and most of the time, the "operation timed out" msg keeps appearing. Jeez what the crap is that? Billions and billions of ayala pesos and they can't get this piece of @#!$ to work properly. Then i had to endure this ordeal while registering, waiting for confirmation codes, loging in.. &gt;&lt; At last, after i was able to reserve the seats, i forgot... charles and tops won't be able to go because of some company team building outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 1 hour of my life that i want to have back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111648885875138592?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111648885875138592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111648885875138592' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111648885875138592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111648885875138592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-i-thought-i-was-productive.html' title='And i thought i was productive...'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111631423673738985</id><published>2005-05-16T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T05:02:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my coke?</title><content type='html'>I went to Mcdonald's yesterday and they've got this really nice program where kids help around the store. Really fun yeah. Kids were the one's in the cashier (assited of course by the regular Mcdo employees), taking orders and all. I felt sorry for the one's cleaning the tables though. They're being taught like "the leftover food goes into the trashcan, see?". That doesn't sound like fun, especially when other kids get to serve drinks, press keys in the cashier, etc. Garbage duty is the pits.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, i like this program. It's real neat. Great experience of the kids. Good thing i wasn't in a foul crabby mood when I got there. Service was despressing slow, my large coke was half full / half empty, and so was my fries. I decided to let it go since the one serving me was just a kid after all. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111631423673738985?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111631423673738985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111631423673738985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111631423673738985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111631423673738985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/wheres-my-coke.html' title='where&apos;s my coke?'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111615924824199884</id><published>2005-05-15T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T05:05:41.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A diary post</title><content type='html'>Most blogs are used as diaries of sorts. Mine is well... hogwash. So, i thought to myself.. hey! why not make some diary entries? So here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. If there's a theme song that is playing on the background during noon, it'll probably be Bryan Adam's "On a day like today". I was hanging around ortigas at around 2pm, with a glass of iced tea, listening to some mp3's. It had been a perfect day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to g4, played a little tekken (got on a winning streak until a gosu Steve player showed up and kicked my ass), and watched kingdom of heaven (so-so, Baleon got lucky to have obtained the legendary artifact "Book of Everything There Is" coz he suddenly knew a lot of stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Went to HS reunion. Saw my HS friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. A diary entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;What do you a call a gorilla wearing earmuffs?&lt;br /&gt;ans: Anything, he can't hear you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111615924824199884?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111615924824199884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111615924824199884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111615924824199884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111615924824199884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/diary-post.html' title='A diary post'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111599869256518872</id><published>2005-05-13T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T05:05:07.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream on. It's free.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experienced, seeing a really sleek car drive past you, like a BMW 5 series for example, then saying to yourself, "i want that shit". Have you ever been to those new condos in Fort, where you get this great view of the golf course, with all the restaurants, coffeehouses, and all other sorts of establishments within walking distance, then say to yourself, "damn, i wanna live here". Most of us have dreams and ambitions. A nice house, good job, fast cars, power suits.. etc etc. The list just grows on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then reality hits us hard on the face, how the hell are we going to attain our dreams? You won't be getting those BMW's cheap man. And face it, your job may be good for you now, but what about 10 years from now? 20 years? What does life have in store for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this crap coming from a notorious slacker, crossing the bridge when he gets there. Don't mind my ramblings LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111599869256518872?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111599869256518872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111599869256518872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111599869256518872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111599869256518872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/dream-on-its-free.html' title='Dream on. It&apos;s free.'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111596937880929685</id><published>2005-05-13T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T00:29:38.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th... O.O</title><content type='html'>Today is the dreaded (or is it.. o.O) Friday the 13th! &lt;insert&gt; &lt;turututu&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, since today is Friday the 13th, nothing that goes wrong is you're fault. Blame everything on the infamous superstition! Weeee~ I just hope that we have more Friday the 13th's. That way, we can get away with a lots of stuff. So to all you guys reading this post this Friday.. go home. Tell you're boss you suddenly have this splitting headache, sore back, and stomach problems. Then blame in on Friday the 13th! Curse this day in front of him. Then as you drive home, praise this happy happy day (assuming of course that you're boss uses an Anglo Saxon calendar and knows that today is friday the 13th, if he uses a lunar calendar or something then your excuse probably won't work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headline tomorrow: Pesos falls by 10 centavos, experts blame inflation and Friday the 13th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111596937880929685?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111596937880929685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111596937880929685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111596937880929685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111596937880929685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/friday-13th-oo.html' title='Friday the 13th... O.O'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12523248.post-111595522728634200</id><published>2005-05-12T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:33:47.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>limewire + slow cpu</title><content type='html'>I am currently experience quite a lot of lag as I am typing this post. Limewire is eating up too much system resources. Each letter that i type only appears after 3 sec or so, which means this is going to be a really short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12523248-111595522728634200?l=fredtay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/feeds/111595522728634200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12523248&amp;postID=111595522728634200' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111595522728634200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12523248/posts/default/111595522728634200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredtay.blogspot.com/2005/05/limewire-slow-cpu.html' title='limewire + slow cpu'/><author><name>Fred</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
