<?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-8757913</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:39:54.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count to 3.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-110129682565868833</id><published>2004-11-24T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T03:47:05.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh geeeez. Exam week. The underrated times for proud overconfident bastards. Bwahahaha.. die die die. Fail fail fail, pleeeeease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-110129682565868833?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/110129682565868833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=110129682565868833' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/110129682565868833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/110129682565868833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-geeeez.html' title=''/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-110018714398452673</id><published>2004-11-11T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T07:32:23.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ang mundo nga naman oo. nagiging beauty pageant. glamour na lang pinapahalagahan. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-110018714398452673?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/110018714398452673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=110018714398452673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/110018714398452673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/110018714398452673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/11/ang-mundo-nga-naman-oo.html' title=''/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-110000676737316621</id><published>2004-11-09T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T05:26:07.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an idea. Let's collect quotations of B-boys throughout the years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few that I remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, SNOCONE TO!! Snocone!!" - Zek Valera, inspirational speech&lt;br /&gt;"Grab it, WITH COMPASSION!!" - Miggy Juarez, while holding on to uhmm..&lt;br /&gt;"PUTANGAMA!" - Caloy Sagun, all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-110000676737316621?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/110000676737316621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=110000676737316621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/110000676737316621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/110000676737316621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-have-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109982892777394525</id><published>2004-11-07T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T04:02:07.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>note: guess who the persona is... if its not THAT obvious.. ehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	In life, you will do thousands of things..&lt;br /&gt;..and the number of these will go on to find more adventures..&lt;br /&gt;each as though a novel on its own.. yet unable to prove&lt;br /&gt;themselves out of their respective chapters..&lt;br /&gt;	..as though the ocean had taken off, millions of other things shall come&lt;br /&gt;against you.. that is where i come in.. my job..&lt;br /&gt;	..or duty.. 	..is simple.. &lt;br /&gt;				..it is to keep the Library dry..&lt;br /&gt;				~&lt;br /&gt;	it is early in the morning and she is about to wake-up..&lt;br /&gt;as i try to greet her with my gentle rays..&lt;br /&gt;		..she chooses to turn her eyes away..&lt;br /&gt;and then as i gaze at her, i realize..&lt;br /&gt;	consciousness had caught up with her..&lt;br /&gt;and a brand new day had arrived to challenge her once more..&lt;br /&gt;	and so one more day i shall protect her..&lt;br /&gt;just as the day had come before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	the necessities of common human life are unessential to one such as I..&lt;br /&gt;but to her.. it is like the flame that burns in me.. eternally..&lt;br /&gt;as she bathes and dresses.. i dare not to look..&lt;br /&gt;though no other privacy can escape me, i choose not to..&lt;br /&gt;..instead, i let a sip od energy flow from me..&lt;br /&gt;jsut enough to let her through this time of day..&lt;br /&gt;..and it is such an important one.. for it has eaten up a FOURTH of it already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	a house.. a human house surrounds her.. &lt;br /&gt;..and though she is carried by it.. i know it is I who cares for it..&lt;br /&gt;as humble as i can say.. i am the source of life on this earth..&lt;br /&gt;..as needed as the water.. yet i am so envious of the water..&lt;br /&gt;for it has touched this world.. from the grounds below to the heavens..&lt;br /&gt;	..where i have to sit and watch... just see..&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes have never been so sore..&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	Like all her fellow graces, she is escorted to school &lt;br /&gt;by a thing tha I have been sustaining for her.. and then.. the moment comes..&lt;br /&gt;..one that i have been waiting for the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;(though i must have been out for no more than six hours..) 		..she smiles...&lt;br /&gt;..time and time again.. i have been reborn.. and it once again fuels me..&lt;br /&gt;a sigh of relief then breaches my eacgerness.. for once again, i am rest assured..&lt;br /&gt;i will see her again tomorrow.. and that i would be able to greet her..&lt;br /&gt;		..I SHALL SURVIVE THROUGH THIS NIGHT..&lt;br /&gt;				~pis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109982892777394525?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109982892777394525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109982892777394525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109982892777394525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109982892777394525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/11/note-guess-who-persona-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109973604149498783</id><published>2004-11-06T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T02:14:01.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kunyemas</title><content type='html'>i see nagpost ung partner ko ng "people he hates list." well ako actually PEACE loving person ako pero mayroon talagang isang "TAO" ang talagang HAYYUUUP! SHE is none other than KRIS AQUINO. GADDAMMEEET! napakakapal ng mukha ng hayup na ito. i mean porke anak siya ng isang bayani, may karapatan na ba siyang maging malandi!? sheiit. i mean first of all, lahat ng lalaking pinatulan niya may asawa. FACT. secondly, palagi niyang SINISIGAW sa BUONG MUNDO thru TELIVISION ang mga bago niyang "CRUSH" na clearly OUT OF HER LEAGUE na. FACT. hello!?!? masyado ka nang matanda para sa mga ganyan ganyan! tapos yung pinakaayaw ko sa babaeng ito ay ang paggiging HIPOKRITO nitong taong toh. PUNYEMAS. nanunuod ako ng EK CHANNEL kanina. (don't ask why) nakita ko umiiyak si keanna reeves. naisip ko, ano kaya pakulo nitong babaeng ito. ayun pala, tinawag nitong si KRIS na CHEAP itong si KEANNA. sabi niya, YUCK daw. KAPAL NG MUKHA MO BABAE! sige, sabihin na natin cheap itong si keanna. eh ikaw? ano tawag sayo ha? eh ikaw nga'y anak ng isang dignified person sabay kung kani-kaninong lalake ka nakikipagrelasyon... tapos may PAMILYA pa!? sabay may STD ka pa! nung ikaw napagiinitan ng media, iyak iyak ka pa diyan para makahingi ng simpatya. punyeta! kung ako sayo, manahimik ka na lang pwede!? do it for the sake of your CHILD. makikilala siya bilang anak ng KABITch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109973604149498783?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109973604149498783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109973604149498783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109973604149498783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109973604149498783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/11/kunyemas.html' title='Kunyemas'/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109972123782733712</id><published>2004-11-05T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:11:01.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People you'll consider to hate..</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of people who irritate us. Some for a good reason, some without a reason at all. Some, we envy. To some, they are our competitors. This has always been a natural part of being human. Friction will always be there. No two people can ever be perfectly approving of one another. At least in one instance, they would have had a conflict or a disagreement. -- Even people we don't know, too, can greatly push us into exploding with our temperemental expressions of anger and barbaric outcries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am human, I would like to give you a few names you CAN hate, or be irritated with, if you want to. It doesn't necessarily mean I have a reason to hate or lambast them, but it's just me. That's it. And I hope you share my sentiments. If you don't.. well.. shit. Who cares right? And here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAA FAMOUS PEOPLE HATE LIST PART 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory Aquino -- She is one overrated woman. But what the hell did she really do to deserve being president? Nothing. Marry a hero, perhaps? Bullcrap. And to this very day she excercises her power talking so nationalistic when she in her term could have prevented the problems today, but nooooo.. she couldn't even control the army, there have been a number of coup attempts during her Malacanang stay. SHE IS NOT A HERO. SHE WILL NEVER BE A HERO. SHE WASN'T PEOPLE POWER. I hate the fact that people still remember her name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Aquino -- Yes, mother and daughter are a tandem. The dynamic duo. I don't want to elaborate anymore.. Just here to say that Joey Marquez should have pulled the trigger on her. I don't think anyone would have been imprisoned for doing the people a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATANISTS -- Well. I just hate them. Worship Satan? And what the hell for?? Pointless bastards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy Abunda -- Not just this gay. Any tsismis outfit television show out there.. They destroy people's life by blowing intrigues out of proportion. BUT, when these "victims" guest on their shows, they are sympathetic with them, even though it was their fault in televising the issues in the first place. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bush -- Bakit kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109972123782733712?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109972123782733712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109972123782733712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109972123782733712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109972123782733712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/11/people-youll-consider-to-hate.html' title='People you&apos;ll consider to hate..'/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109957278610172349</id><published>2004-11-04T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T04:53:06.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugarfee: Dramachine</title><content type='html'>Sugarfree is a band that never fails to deliver emotion with their catchy melodies, honest lyrics and old-school chord progressions. This has been their trademark for successful songs. &lt;em&gt;"Mariposa","Telepono" and "Hintay"&lt;/em&gt; are only a few of their repertoire of chart-topping hits. Coming off a debut album widely-embraced by fans all around the country, Ebe and his band tries to measure up to &lt;em&gt;"Sa Wakas"&lt;/em&gt; with their sophomore effort, &lt;em&gt;"Dramachine"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramachine rockets off to a with a strong impact with their first song "Sinta". Unlike its predecessors, it's melody breaks away from the neo-standards of catchy vocal swings. In "Prom", Dancel relives highschool drama with down-to-earth lyrics. The band explores teen romance in a very delicate manner which is sure to be marketable with a much younger audience. Do I sense an evolution of the "Emo" sensitivity incorporated with OPM's lyrical poetry? To quote from the singer, &lt;em&gt;"Ito na ang gabing di malilimutan / Dahan dahan tayong magtitinginan"&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the band's musicality, they have surely been experimenting. Much of these are distinctly heard in "Hari ng Sablay" and "Alinlangan" -- although by the way, sounds "pilit". A more mature sound can be heard in this album that is fronted by Ebe's lead role in providing the thickness of the songs, which he is to fill up alone, (a tough job too) since he is the only guitarist of a group of three. Another improvement is Mitch's beats that keeps even the saddest songs lively and energetic, a paradox that only few bands can ever be successful in attempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bulk and size of their group, although easier to drive creatively, resort to become their weakness nonetheless. Although the progressions of their songs have obviously evolved and have been patterned to old-school music, the brittleness found in their album remains the same. There are times in the album which will bore you after a while, but some they have remedied with synth and keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics, unlike the overall sound, have not seemed to improve poetically. &lt;em&gt;Even though, history has proved critics wrong about cultural standards for song substance and honesty -- especially a band called the E-heads with their catchy songs back in the 90s band breakout. &lt;/em&gt; It is not the same case with this band, because, unlike the E-heads, they don't tend to explore the versatility of this so called "honesty". &lt;em&gt;(The E-heads came up with classics such as "Pare Ko", "Oversrive", "Ang Huling El Bimbo" with this philosophically simple wordplay.) &lt;/em&gt;Sugarfree breaks away from complicated norms, but tends to recycle cliches here and there -- especially because their songs are mostly about love and life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, fans who loved the first album will surely love this one. Sugarfree is a band that is surely designed for the mainstream, but it's not pop either. A contradiction to their name, they have been much sweeter this time. &lt;em&gt;"Dramachine"&lt;/em&gt; is an album recommended to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109957278610172349?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109957278610172349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109957278610172349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109957278610172349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109957278610172349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/11/sugarfee-dramachine.html' title='Sugarfee: Dramachine'/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109940459429747301</id><published>2004-11-02T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T06:13:38.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Be a COOL Teenager</title><content type='html'>1. Get LOTS of CHICKS/BOYSSS.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;3. Smoke in PUBLIC.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get high on drugs.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do ILLEGAL stuff.&lt;br /&gt;6. Drag-race.&lt;br /&gt;7. Engage in pre-marital sex.&lt;br /&gt;8. Get LOW grades.&lt;br /&gt;9. Be a "SATANIST" or an "ATHEIST".&lt;br /&gt;10. **MOST IMPORTANT STEP**: PROCLAIM IT TO THE WHOLE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ANONYMOUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109940459429747301?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109940459429747301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109940459429747301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109940459429747301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109940459429747301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-to-be-cool-teenager.html' title='How to Be a COOL Teenager'/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109919819517160171</id><published>2004-10-30T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T21:49:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ang sarap sarap talaga ng sembreak. Buti talaga pinagpala ang aming paaralan na ipairal ang ganitong mga pahinga para sa kanilang mga estudyante. Ito ay panahon para matulog. Ito ay panahon para maging "bored" -- na mamimiss naman namin pag pasukan na ulit. (Parang summer, 'pag patapos na summer andaming atat pumasok.) Ito ay panahon para magbasketball araw araw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109919819517160171?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109919819517160171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109919819517160171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109919819517160171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109919819517160171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/10/ang-sarap-sarap-talaga-ng-sembreak.html' title=''/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109896118262985879</id><published>2004-10-28T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T04:02:47.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theism and its... inadequacies? Hehehe..</title><content type='html'>I am not an atheist. I cannot deny however, that I am intrigued with human sophistication and their ever-growing attempts to grow in knowledge and understanding of mostly anything. One of the issues that kept me interested was the matter of positive atheism. It's developed, through the years, since Garo's first attempts at this from India (he was a freedom-fighter along with Gandhi). I want to share with you THEIR side on the most common theological arguement (used by the Church) to validate the existence of a God, called the "Cosmological Arguement", or during St. Aquinas' time, with his book, &lt;em&gt;Summa Theologica&lt;/em&gt;, called the "First Cause" arguement. I just thought I'd like to share this with you... (by the way, I am searching the net for the Church's arguement for this arguement... help me? :P ) --this article was written by Victor Gijsbers, a fundamentalist of the positive atheism group launched in the US in 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theistic Arguments: First Cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cosmological Argument, also known as the First Cause Argument, is one of the most important arguments for the existence of God, not only because it is one of the more convincing, but also because it is one of the most used. The thought that everything that happens must have a cause, and that the first cause of everything must have been God is widespread. In my honest opinion it is not, however, valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Cause argument might be used as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everything that happens has a cause. (Axiom)&lt;br /&gt;2. At one point, something came from nothing, the Universe came into existence. (Axiom)&lt;br /&gt;3. This must have had a cause. (From 1 and 2)&lt;br /&gt;4. Since no matter existed at that moment, the cause must have been God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we should look at the two axioms. The second axiom, that the Universe once came into being, is the least doubtful. It is almost certain that our Universe did come into existence some 10 to 12 thousand million years ago. It can, however, be said that time did not exist before the Big Bang, and that it is therefore impossible to speak of anything happening before the Big Bang. Therefore, it is not entirely correct to say that something ever came from nothing, because there was no time when there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first axiom is very doubtful indeed. Quantummechanics works with events in nature that are, or at least seem to be, completely random. Particle/anti-particle pairs can come into existence and annihilate again without any apparent cause. Many quantum-processes seem to happen without cause. Saying that everything must have a cause is a very bold thing to do, and would require some major scientific theories. Until and unless these theories are presented, I call the first axiom a falsehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This alone should be enough to invalidate the First Cause Argument, but there is more. The first axiom suffers more attacks. Hume showed that humans cannot perceive 'cause' and 'effect', but construct these notions from past experiences. It is impossible to prove that A was the cause of B. We can only see that B happened after A, anything else is just something we think up. This casts doubt upon the notion of 'cause'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we agree that everything we see has a cause (which for quantum reasons I won't) how can we infer from that that everything has a cause? This is mere speculation, it is not knowledge we can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just suppose that every thing has a cause, then the argument is still invalid, for the Universe is not a thing, it is the set of all things. And a set cannot be a member of itself, so a conclusion about things in the Universe is not necessarily valid for the Universe itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since not everything seems to have a cause, and the Universe is not a thing at all, the First Cause argument fails. But suppose that it doesn't, that everything does have a cause. Then, I'm afraid, we have to say that God had a cause too, and that that cause had a cause too, ad infinitum. If someone protests that God did not have a cause, we see that this person denies the first axiom, and the entire argument falls. The First Cause argument simply fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Gijsbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.positiveatheism.org/faq/firstcause.htm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109896118262985879?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109896118262985879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109896118262985879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109896118262985879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109896118262985879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/10/theism-and-its-inadequacies-hehehe.html' title='Theism and its... inadequacies? Hehehe..'/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109880133780297984</id><published>2004-10-26T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T07:42:57.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak na!</title><content type='html'>Alas, we get to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from school. A break from classes. A break from rules. A break from horror. A break from Geom and Trigo (hell fuckin yeah baby!).. it's that time again in our lives that will give us a glimpse of the summer to come, although still in a totally different climate. A Christmas break "test-run". All the gimmicks anyone can think of, are mostly attempted to be crammed into one whole week of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sembreak na!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still 3 days to go but I in my deepest lunacy, can already hear that bell, Friday afternoon. It starts at exactly 1 pm. At that split second the bell starts to ring, pretty much everyone (do not be offended for this is indeed b-culture) rises to the occasion and shouts one "PUTANGINA!!! BAKASYON NA!!!". Or anything of that sort -- gleeful chants, mesmerizing choruses, commotion. Whatever!! Sembreak na nga!! Everyone starts dressing up -- changing into their jeans, putting on cologne or perfume, getting ready for the FIRST ever gimmick of their gimmick week -- which, ironically turns out to be their last too, since they'll be spending a lot for this one gimmick. Hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to expect is the grand "inumans". You heard me right, it's not as if there actually is a high school student out there who has yet to figure out what a "beer" is. C'mon let's face it. There're gonna be plenty of alcohol around to keep us BOOZE-ing (thanks to Serjo for the term), to keep us dizzy, and to keep us talkative -- while others are able to catch pictures and use them later on to blackmail us. I for one, am honest to say that yes, I am excited about this. Don't get me wrong, I am NOT an alcoholic. It's just that it's one of the oldest social gatherings for young teens like us where we can bond and develop special camaraderies with the people around us. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slumber-parties! Or put slangly, the overnights! Who could forget the overnights! A night for NBA Live trashtalking sequences where we get into each others nerves. FREE FOOD = care of the house host, of course. FREE DRINKS. And for some of us it also means AIRCON. Wahaha.. Some simple joys never did come to my life as a luxury. One night spent till the wee hours in the morning. There'll be endless things to do, till our eyes surrender to the tempting nature of the sandman. The night ends, but not wasted away. Then comes tomorrow, a brand new day! Lots to do! Lots to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ecstatic. I am ecstatic. I am hyped. I am anxious. I am broke. I am excited. I am thrilled. I am tired. I am restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all have fun next week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109880133780297984?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109880133780297984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109880133780297984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109880133780297984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109880133780297984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/10/sembreak-na.html' title='Sembreak na!'/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109862675865192437</id><published>2004-10-24T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T07:05:58.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kala Niyo Lang</title><content type='html'>Sa mundo ng mga nilalang, mabaho ang tae. Sa mundo ng tae, mabaho ang mga nilalang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109862675865192437?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109862675865192437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109862675865192437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109862675865192437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109862675865192437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/10/kala-niyo-lang.html' title='Kala Niyo Lang'/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109827008165480881</id><published>2004-10-20T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T04:01:21.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Will of the Self-Righteous </title><content type='html'>by Joshua Long (e-mail: JLong@liberator.net) [December 3rd, 2003] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my wallet were stolen, I would be angry with the person who committed the crime. Foremost on my mind would be to recover the stolen goods, and to seek retribution. It would not matter if the money in my wallet were $20 or $100; neither would the financial situation of the attacker. I might be flexible on the retribution portion, but that I would like to have my stolen goods would not be in question. It does not seem so unreasonable a stance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“That the Ethiopians need the money is without question, but, while due to circumstances out of their control, they do not deserve it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yet apparently, when the victim is a large faceless corporation, and the offender is a starving country, everything changes. I say this in regards to the lawsuit between Ethiopia and Nestle Co., the gist of which is this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopia owes Nestle money (about $6 million dollars), but did not want to pay. Nestle reacted by taking them to court, and settled for $1.3 million dollars due to public outcry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public outcry? For attempting to recover stolen goods? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the collective self-righteousness of humanity comes into play. I will not call it compassion. I believe compassion is the goodness accomplished for the sake of doing goodness, at one’s own cost. The 40,000 irate customers and protesters do not endorse the charitable donations of money to the backward country, rather they ask that others do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that the protesters are obviously organized so that they might contribute some real good to the starving children of Ethiopia. Ignore that if they have enough time to protest, they have enough time on their hands to take up a second job if they have insufficient funds. At least they have good intentions. Perhaps they should consider that the starving children of Ethiopia cannot eat good intentions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they attempt to guilt Nestle into doing it for them, never once considering their hypocrisy of convincing another to give charity when they are guilty of the same ‘crime’. To try to raise the money themselves would be ridiculous; protesters are a people of talk, not action. Why do themselves what could be done by others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protesters can only justify their actions by claiming the Ethiopians deserve the money more than the so-called "Capitalist Pigs". To them, I say: you do not know the difference between need and deserve. That the Ethiopians need the money is without question, but, while due to circumstances out of their control, they do not deserve it. Some may call me cruel and without compassion, I am merely stating the facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who think that the rich version of work consists solely of driving to the bank to pick up one's paycheck, I have met several wealthy individuals and their life consists of more work than cocktail parties as you might be surprised to know. Even when they leave work early, it is only at nine in the evening. Weekends and holidays are never assumed to mean a day off work, quite the opposite, they are required to work only until five. It should also be noted that these people did not work at the most wealthy of corporations, as it is most likely the executives at Nestle work longer. For this, I do not ask you take out a violin. I merely wish to set the record straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not dispute that Ethiopia has some legitimate justification; I am unfamiliar with the details of the situation. If so, they have not advertised it. What is advertised throughout the liberal media is the fact that they need the money. As I last checked, need is not sufficient justification to steal. Even if the best of humanity were to commit murder, we would not hesitate to apply the hand of justice; to do otherwise would be to desecrate the society of which was wronged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of foolishness was understandable in kindergarten when reading “Jack and the Beanstalk”, where the thieves are just in their actions. However, when we grow older, should we not become less naive? Stealing is stealing, regardless of the situation the two parties might be in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resources/Links &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNN: Nestle Plans Donation to Ethiopia &lt;br /&gt;Guardian Unlimited: Retreat by Nestle on Ethiopia's $6m Debt &lt;br /&gt;BBC: Nestle Insists on Ethiopia Refund &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109827008165480881?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109827008165480881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109827008165480881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109827008165480881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109827008165480881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/10/will-of-self-righteous.html' title='The Will of the Self-Righteous '/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109819431411531032</id><published>2004-10-19T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T07:12:46.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguins are Stupid</title><content type='html'>Tangina, may A.P. long test kami, religion project at Math quiz at hw due bukas. Bagsakan ako sa tatlong subject na toh. Religion at Math pa lang nagagawa ko. A.P. di ko pa nasisimulan. Ito pa naman ang pinakamadugong gawin. 9:45 na at instead simulan ang A.P., narito ako ngayon, nagsusulat. Kailangan ko lang talaga ilabas ang matagal nang bumabagabag sa aking isipan. Tangina, ilan beses ko na ito naiisip at ako'y sobrang asar na talaga. Here goes. Tangina, bakit ba napakauseless ng PENGUIN ha!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang penguin ay isang mataba't dominantly itim na aquatic bird ayon sa Encarta. Punyeta! Aquatic nga sabay bird! Mataba ito at hindi nakakalipad meaning ito'y M-A-B-A-G-A-L. Mukha din siyang tanga kung maglakad siya. Parang hindi marunong magbalance. Nakakahilo panuorin. Wala pa siyang ibang napapatay na hayop kung hindi small fishes, cuttlefishes, crustaceans and other SMALL sea animals. Sabay may KING and EMPEROR penguins pa daw!? Ang kapal naman ng pagmumukha nila! Mataba't mahihinang hayop sabay KING pa o EMPEROR ang tawag sa kanila!? Ano yun!? Tapos ang pinakamalala pa sa aking findings ay ang common enemies ng penguin ay leopard seals at KILLER WHALES! Anak ng puta, KILLER WHALE!? Kaya pala pati si Batman pinatulan ni Penguin. Penguin vs Killer Whale: Match of the Century! Hay nako.. Nakakaasar talaga. Kaso, cute sila. Kaya favorite animal ko ang penguin eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Señor Bravo Chihuahua, Ole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109819431411531032?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109819431411531032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109819431411531032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109819431411531032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109819431411531032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/10/penguins-are-stupid.html' title='Penguins are Stupid'/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757913.post-109818073107674121</id><published>2004-10-19T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T06:38:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paunti-unting lumalamig ang "ber" months..</title><content type='html'>[ Ngayon malamang ay marami kang oras o talagang pabaya ka sa pag-aaral mo para magbasa lang ng isang blog na tulad nito. Ang mga oras na gagamitin mo sa internet ay malamang pwede naman gamitin para mag-aral sa mga long test, quiz, or kung gusto mo lang mag-advance sa Geom kaya ginagawa mo yang mga tanginang chapter review na yan, na parang wala naman talagang mga tamang sagot. (Yan ay kung estudyante ka, kung hindi naman baka masyado ka nang oldie para magbasa pa ng blog? -- Get a life, tsong.) Sa sunod na mga minuto walang katuturan lang ang mababasa mo, pero okay lang diba? Syempre okay lang. Ako nagsusulat eh, at wala ka nang magagawa don. Tanga. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd year highschool na pala ako. Minsan nalalagpasan ko ang kutob at takot ko. Pero 'di nagpapatalo si Karunungan, babalik balikan ako ng konsensyang malupit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoy, mag-cocollege ka na ah.. so ano plano mo?", puchang gala.. pusang-takas.. hapong-intsik at kung anu-ano pang imbentong mura. Ang kulit talaga. Grrrrr! (na may bahid na banyaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inunahan ko na ang sarili ko. Mga pare, minsan idinidikta ng lupang tinatayuan mo ang pinaka-appropriate na maging landas mo sa buhay. Jus Soli raw. Okay, okay.. let us analyze ze situation. Lupang kinatatayuan ko? Marble floor ng bahay kung pilosopo ako. Kung malalim, PILIPINAS. Ayun pala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gets ko na. Ang nagpapaikot ngayon sa realidad na ito ay.. kanya-kanyahan na pala. Eh bakit ako magpapatalo sa kompetisyon? Kung sasampalin ako ng ibang tao, papasampal lang ba ako. Kung corrupt sila, corrupt ako? Ewan ko eh. Pero naisip ko, kung gusto kong mabuhay ng may seguridad, PERA ang hahabulin nating mga edukado. Maliit lang siguro sa atin ang mga taong magsusulong at kahit maging martyr ay magpupursiging makatulong ibangon ang iba. Sa totoo lang, sa akin.. UNA AKO AT ANG MUNDO KO. Una mga kaibigan ko at pamilya. TAPOSSS no'n, tsaka darating ang kapwa. Reyalistiko lang naman diba? Gusto ko munang matutong mag-drive ng sarili kong kotse bago makulong ng walang dahilan sa pakikisangkot sa mga rally ng aktibistang ipinaglalaban ang merging ng mga departamento sa gobyerno para mabigyang rason ang cutback nila ng mga PUTANGINANG employees na walang kwenta raw? Eh kawawa naman ang local government! Sari-sarili nga dito.. Hahahaha... Ako na rin.. Bwahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anung course sa college ang kakayanin ko at maraming pera? Nursing? Ibang lupa yata ako tatapak para yumaman dun ah. Dollars yon, PARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pinipig Jones 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757913-109818073107674121?l=twoeyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/feeds/109818073107674121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757913&amp;postID=109818073107674121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109818073107674121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757913/posts/default/109818073107674121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoeyed.blogspot.com/2004/10/paunti-unting-lumalamig-ang-ber-months.html' title='Paunti-unting lumalamig ang &quot;ber&quot; months..'/><author><name>Q.Mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14168781450128959644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://nastystart.org/images/news/bunnybass04122003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
