<?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-10996986</id><updated>2011-08-05T13:44:32.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duh ur face!</title><subtitle type='html'>one boring, unproductive day in the office an idea showed itself.. oblivious to his surroundings, mustering every ounce of strength to lift the mouse for just a tad inch, came a cornucopia of dumb ideas.. after an eternity of time, this description was made (and to think i'm signing up for a blog spot...). and the spot was created, one among the series of dumb ideas this dude came up with.. nonetheless, read on if you dare!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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ok, i made that last one up. twitter is too complicated for me. surprisingly though, it took only 5mins of importing to have this multiply site like, 20% finished. so thats an achievement. this will do for now. until i get me a bling-bling of a cam, my 3.2mp mobile phone/camera/chew toy/back scratcher will do for now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-2596493810739271423?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/2596493810739271423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=2596493810739271423' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-1891053997790662320?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/1891053997790662320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=1891053997790662320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/1891053997790662320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/1891053997790662320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-icu.html' title='blog ICU'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-117024292871206659</id><published>2007-01-31T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:28:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling A Moment</title><content type='html'>Feeling the moment slip away&lt;br /&gt;Losing direction you're losing faith&lt;br /&gt;You're wishing for someone&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it all begin to slide&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do - can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there's no sun&lt;br /&gt;And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again&lt;br /&gt;How will you feel when there's no one&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you?&lt;br /&gt;Turning to face what you've become&lt;br /&gt;Bury the ashes of someone&lt;br /&gt;Broken by the strain&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fill that space inside&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do - can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there's no sun&lt;br /&gt;And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again&lt;br /&gt;How will you feel when there's no one&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever feel&lt;br /&gt;That you're alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you dry&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it go&lt;br /&gt;Carry the notion&lt;br /&gt;Carry the notion back to me&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the moment slip away&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the moment slip away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just like you&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there's no sun&lt;br /&gt;And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again&lt;br /&gt;How will you feel when there's no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-117024292871206659?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/117024292871206659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=117024292871206659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/117024292871206659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/117024292871206659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeling-moment.html' title='Feeling A Moment'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-115557509463260489</id><published>2006-08-15T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T01:04:54.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>why is it so ironic? *sigh* was i so bad during my past life? oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-115557509463260489?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/115557509463260489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=115557509463260489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/115557509463260489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/115557509463260489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2006/08/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-114921568561189431</id><published>2006-06-02T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:11:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagay ba sakin ang kulot? Bagay ba sakin ang kulot??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 231px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/DSC00025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 249px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/yoryemi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 228px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/ryenyo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 241px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/Dsc00476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 230px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/miggynarmi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 243px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/minyo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 230px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/ryewcat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 243px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/rye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'coz i'm vain like that, that's why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-114921568561189431?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/114921568561189431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=114921568561189431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/114921568561189431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/114921568561189431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2006/06/bagay-ba-sakin-ang-kulot-bagay-ba.html' title='Bagay ba sakin ang kulot? Bagay ba sakin ang kulot??'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-114197453940279264</id><published>2006-03-10T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:08:59.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gang. Beware!</title><content type='html'>Say you missed me. Go ahead say it... I apologize to my avid readers out there as it took me almost two months before posting again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll notice boredom struck again. I felt the need to blog again. The evil in me told me to blog. Actually, I am also in the process of creating a so-called disclaimer for my blog site. Something like &lt;em&gt;'materials from this site may not be reproduced or used against anybody without my consent'&lt;/em&gt; or something to that effect. Meaning, if you're going to use any part of this blog against anybody, I'll be happy to help you out. Just ask my permission. hahaha! Until then, feel free to use my site in any manner that pleases you (not in a perv way I hope..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've assembled my very own gang (see right part). I've got Martika out there, with the special talent to lick. She'll (yes, she's a girl. she's pink can't you see? duh..) lick you till you say lick me more! If you think she'll be distracted by pulling out a doggie treat from the box, well you're wrong. No doggie treat can be used to bribe her. She knows her master, she dont answer to nobody but me and 'somebody'. And if you get through her , Zancho's got her back. With a good sense of balance, this penguin is ready to attack. If you think that by clicking and clicking him will make him lose his balance, well... you're right. But hey, this dude is relentless. He'll keep coming back for more. Just don't give him a fish. He'll be slaving over you. Talk about loyalty.. Anyhow, last line of defense will be coming from Facundo. And yes, Facundo Senior is his father. He's a third generation Segundo Jr. Don't ask me how, I don't know how that happened also. Go ask him, i dare you. Let see if you get him to stay put. See that wheel? Ha! That is to him what the Batmobile is for Batman. It adds machismo. It gives him the 'it' factor. He'll be running on that wheel until he loses his drive to make babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. If ever I feel the need for reinforcement, I just might recruit some more critters er, ass-kicking/licking, fish eating, baby making gang bangers! So for you people out there, be afraid. Be very afraid! As my gang is here to stay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-114197453940279264?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/114197453940279264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=114197453940279264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/114197453940279264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/114197453940279264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-gang-beware.html' title='My Gang. Beware!'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-113815308176809255</id><published>2006-01-25T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:02:01.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday happy birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;and yes, this is a blatant attempt on my part to remind those who failed to greet me.. hahahaha.. and yup, i know my birthday was yesterday. so what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-113815308176809255?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/113815308176809255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=113815308176809255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113815308176809255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113815308176809255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday_25.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-113676990571015897</id><published>2006-01-09T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:14:41.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One... Two... Photo album..</title><content type='html'>I know you've been waiting for my next post. Now don't be shy, admit it. Wouldn't want to fail my loyal readers out there. Though I feel you'll be so dissapointed after viewing this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="290" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/DSC00377.jpg" width="444" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="268" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/DSC00379.jpg" width="435" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/DSC00383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/DSC00386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-113676990571015897?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/113676990571015897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=113676990571015897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113676990571015897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113676990571015897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-two-photo-album.html' title='One... Two... Photo album..'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-113531874977265199</id><published>2005-12-23T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:20:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not ice cream. Its better than ice cream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="212" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/Image110.jpg" width="431" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not our year as an &lt;em&gt;epidemic&lt;/em&gt; is spreading around... Well, at least it was a good year for one of us... &lt;em&gt;Ngess hu na lang..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-113531874977265199?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/113531874977265199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=113531874977265199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113531874977265199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113531874977265199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-not-ice-cream-its-better-than-ice.html' title='Its not ice cream. Its better than ice cream!'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-113394087934510455</id><published>2005-12-07T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T15:34:39.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red pill or Blue pill? Hell, take 'em both. See if I care..</title><content type='html'>I feel a blog coming.. And I’m sure you share the same feeling with me. So here it is, hate to disappoint you. The oracle saw this coming and I don’t want no albino twins going after me. Though I won’t mind Monica Bellucci firing at me. Pating! Pating! Hahaahaa. Sorry private joke.. Anyway, life progressed ever so slowly these past few days. The extra workload didn’t help matters either. But I got through that, in case somebody from work reads this. And as the smoke finally cleared and ammos were exhausted, a dawn of realization came over me(m feeling poetic, so what?). A series of encrypted numbers in an incomprehensible algorithm in a string of permutation in a logical progression suddenly formed an image so clear that even I wouldn’t miss. Do I appear stupid trying to sound intellectual and techy? I bet your nodding your head right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is clear now. Clueless and feeling dumb at first (so what’s new?), I realize that everything has a reason for happening. X is on a bus traveling northbound 80km/h. He likes to sit on the window seat and sticks his head out causing a slight friction on the bus' aerodynamics with initial velocity of 10gazillion of whatever metric system. Y meanwhile is on his bike traveling southbound 60km/h. Its downforce measures -37googlitrillion of martian metric system. If both person are 1000km from each other, what time would they pass each other given that Y’s Tag Heuer imitation is 10minutes late? Answer: they wouldn’t pass each other. Y would die from exhaustion before they even catch a glimpse of one another. So what’s my point posting this math problem? No point. Nada. Pointless. Moo point as Joey would call it. Cause you see, there’s always a reason why shitty stuff happens to us. There a reason why Y got on a bike and mindlessly travels southbound when he doesn’t know his south from his north. An action triggering a series of reaction. Even a slight dent on the mathematical progression called timeline can cause an altered 1985, requiring you to travel 88mp/h to have the Flux Capacitor work just to correct the discrepancy. And just as the little green numbers traveling downwards (or is it upwards? Sorry, short memory span), I was able to understand why everything happened. I know now how Morpheus’ sunglasses stays on his face despite the lack of support seen. I know now why I slept through Matrix’ second installment. Though I still don’t know why Trinity, aging and all, still is hot. Maybe some things are better left unexplained. But still, as some episodes in my life unfolds, things got clearer. I was able to effortlessly pluck a bullet fired at me while the camera rotates around me. I know now why Trinity had the hots for Neo. Why-questions were answered, though not directly. Shots were fired, but I wasn’t aware that I was firing blanks. Nothing landed. Or some might, though were ignored just as well. Or maybe she had the realization even before a shot was fired? That she’ll not let anything land because she knows her purpose and had already decided even before I shot my blanks. No glitch was detected. Though I might have twitched a bit cause I never saw this coming. I might have an inkling, or was that just a dejavu on my part?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-113394087934510455?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/113394087934510455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=113394087934510455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113394087934510455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113394087934510455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/12/red-pill-or-blue-pill-hell-take-em.html' title='Red pill or Blue pill? Hell, take &apos;em both. See if I care..'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-113363520649845829</id><published>2005-12-04T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:46:26.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answering the call</title><content type='html'>i always think of something smart to say here during the most inappropriate time. like when im in the bathroom, doing whatever 'task' is needed to be done in there. or right before i go to bed, after switching the light off when all of a sudden this tiny light bulb above my head mysteriously flickers. yup it doesnt get to light as often as i want it to, and only flickers when it does. so there, i get all mentally blocked and blanked while typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of typing, you'll notice that ive been blogging quite often lately. and you're thinking, 'this dude has got nothing better to do than broadcast unsolicited meaningless thoughts'. getting me to think 'hey, this reader has got nothing better to do than painstakingly read this unsolicited meaningless thought disguised as a blog that i just wrote...'. but no, dont go.. i appreciate you reading this. and besides, dont tell me i didnt warn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we're in the topic of appreciating (and yes, this blog has somehow managed to develop a topic..), you've got to start being thankful for the little things. you say 'now you've got me confused, ryandude. just some previous blogs ago, you were complaining about the little things..'. yes i know that, duh.. and i wasnt complaining, i said i was just bothered that im bothered with them. anyway, there were a lot of things that i missed for quite some time. yes we often argue. yes we often take shots at one another whilst a salesman pretends not to hear so as not to create an awkward situation (mind you, this is done in good humor, the arguing that is). yes we expect so much from one another, expecting nothing less than what an inmate expects when a soap drops (minus the sexual message this comparison denotes). but this (whatever it is. 'chemistry' perhaps?) is what makes us tick. i love the fact that we can set aside our differences even for a while (like 10 minutes before we finally lash out at one another again..) when the situation calls for it. and what situation/s may this be, you would ask. like when i get thirsty playing when suddenly i realize i forgot my freaking freebie water tumbler and you're the only one i can ask for irrigation... hey, i made up for that. i gave you movie passes remember?? see what im doing, im even arguing with myself just writing about our bickerings (again, writing this is done in good humor, if ever there is such a term..). or for a more serious situation. i know that we can settle everything, cause thats how we are. we've laid a strong foundation over time that we can get over even the most complicated hurdle that comes our way. i should know, been there.. (speaking of which, whats with the 'i never say im sorry' thingy? didnt you hear me during the time when we blah-blah and when this stuff happened and blah-blah-blah.) *&lt;em&gt;note: specifics were edited for best results&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, i appreciate everything you've done for me. dont ever think im never sorry when i screw up, cause i am. though i may not say it as often as you want me to, torturing me in fact just to blurt it out a couple of times, but it was meant when said. i appreciate it when i dont want to talk about something, you dont squeeze it out of me. i appreciate it that when i ask you to talk to me, you just do. i mostly appreciate it that even only through the magical technology of text, we've managed to be a source of cheering-type of help to each other (i notice a slight irony to this. hmmm..but thats another topic). in times of need, we've been able to deliver despite our quarrelsome bond. no matter how 'little' this sounds, its huge in my book. because when it does matter, this little thing doesnt get me bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="254" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/bad7.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss these two gays err ladies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-113363520649845829?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/113363520649845829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=113363520649845829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113363520649845829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113363520649845829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/12/answering-call.html' title='answering the call'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-113344440548035730</id><published>2005-12-01T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:40:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess it does matter.. not to me though..</title><content type='html'>well, it sucks to be me... it normally does, but it reallyyy sucks to be me right now... oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-113344440548035730?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/113344440548035730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=113344440548035730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113344440548035730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113344440548035730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-guess-it-does-matter-not-to-me.html' title='i guess it does matter.. not to me though..'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-113327412239305903</id><published>2005-11-29T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:50:35.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>does it matter?</title><content type='html'>i came up with this blog to serve as a venue for me to broadcast whatever harebrained thought enters this head of mine (see my first ever blog). But what happened is, from a serious webby award contender, this excuse for a blogspot turned into a photo album. Yup, I can be creative when it comes to that. Ive been down and out in the blogging industry and i know all of you out there have been waiting for my next meaningful blog. Hate to dissapoint you for the nth time! Ha! Anyway, i hate this thing on my wrist. Ive been busy acting like a badminton player lately which i think is taking a toll on me. 'Dude, whats that lump on your wrist??'. I have also been experiencing a whole lotta first lately. i wont elaborate but think nothing sexual (you freaky perv). I came to realize that even the small things matter. Again, nothing to do with that, you bastos you.. I hate (ok, too strong of a word), that even the little things bother me. Why do things always get complicated? I was excited about the thought of having you as a bestfriend. Then why do you make things between us complicated? I hate to think that youre not happy for me.. At the end of the day, I dont want to regret our 'chemistry' for being the reason why we're here, at this point. I thought we're here to make things better for each other when all the things we abhor teams up to get us.. Hey m not doing well right now, where are you?? Damn women, tends to let their emotion get the better of them. Oh well.. And on another 'aspect', if you think this is too much (its harder for me than what ive shown, believe me..) I am also bothered that Im bothered about the little details.. I envy the fact that you have ur pic taken with him. Or with her. Or with them. But not with me.. I hate the fact that you wont tell me things unless I ask you about it. I dont understand it when you think that i dont trust you when I let you do all the things you want to do. Please, dont assume the worst about me. I'm not him... I dont know why you even have to ask? And i hate to think that youre not exerting much effort cause you think that this wont work from the very start... Leading me to think.. I dunno. You tell me... But despite all these, I wont let things between us change. Not even a little. But of course, you've got to work with me also...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-113327412239305903?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/113327412239305903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=113327412239305903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113327412239305903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113327412239305903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/11/does-it-matter.html' title='does it matter?'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-113151882885246685</id><published>2005-11-10T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:01:28.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton along Show</title><content type='html'>I know, i know... This is NOT a photo album.. As if I give a f__k about what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/bad1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gurls and the gays er guys of the Saturday Badminton Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/bad2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm... dudes, just play and stop posing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/bad3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser form or champion form. you decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/bad4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Sale: Yonex stuff (ehem*orig*ehem)... new Yonex image model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/bad5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play all you can. and after only 2 games, see photo above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/bad6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have camera, will take pics. and i mean picssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="487" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/Dsc00242.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formerly known as the Tuesday Badminton Club. Now known as the Saturday Badminton Club (see how creative we are when naming our so-called club...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-113151882885246685?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/113151882885246685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=113151882885246685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113151882885246685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113151882885246685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/11/badminton-along-show_09.html' title='Badminton along Show'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-113134660264595865</id><published>2005-11-08T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:59:00.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>Find me here&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;That is leading me to the place where I find peace again&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength that keeps me walking&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope that keeps me trusting&lt;br /&gt;You are the life to my soul&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose&lt;br /&gt;You are everything&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this&lt;br /&gt;You calm the storms&lt;br /&gt;You give me rest&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in your hands&lt;br /&gt;You won’t let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart and you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me in&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me deeper now&lt;br /&gt;’cause you’re all I want&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;You are everything, everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-113134660264595865?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/113134660264595865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=113134660264595865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113134660264595865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/113134660264595865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/11/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-112839488344943666</id><published>2005-10-05T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T11:49:19.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>role playing</title><content type='html'>Don’t you think that we all have specific roles to play? not only in our very own life, but also to others'. think token black dude in every teen flick. think nerdy gurl turned suddenly hot chick. or think albino, deaf or any physically impaired villain in a dan brown book. not much different in real life, though i have yet to encounter a nerdy gurl turned into hot chick. perhaps a nerdy boy turned into chick but not the other way around. and villains in my life consists of rude credit card company representatives and MRT commuters. though i doubt that MRT commuters are physically impaired as they can push and shove like monkeys in a banana plantation. although our roles may vary in every other's life, i can only surmise their difference. you may be the comic relief in this particular group but be satan's underling in another. but still, this isn’t an assigned role. we bring it upon ourselves. not!! people around us gives a certain connotation about our personality and its up to us to play along. think misunderstood mysterious and quiet guy. for all we know he can be worse.. anyway i know i dont have a freaking point. i know it has been more than a year, but i feel for kobe. he's one day the hero, where everybody wants to be like kobe. it doesn’t rhyme, so what? and the next day be the villain, the ex-endorser of wholesome products. the enemy. but this doesn’t discount the fact that he's been good his whole life. trying to do everything right for others and be 'the man'. one slip up, though one major booboo, and down goes his image. i guess what i'm trying to say is, i’m ready to embrace the villain role. paint me as the bad guy, label me as the typical jerk and line me up with all the evil men you know. if by doing so means happiness for others, then i accept it. if deviating from my real self (or at least on what i'm trying to be) pleases everybody, most especially those who i care for dearly, then so be it. strap me with those shiny overalls, provide me a mini-me and scantily dressed chicks, relocate me in a volcano with boiling magma and equip me with all evil gadgets. i’ll even come up with my own evil laugh cause this villain is ready to roll…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/B00006SM8R.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;this is one role i wouldn't mind playing. &lt;em&gt;'Hello, I am Fernando Martinez and this is Emotion...&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-112839488344943666?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/112839488344943666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=112839488344943666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/112839488344943666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/112839488344943666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/10/role-playing.html' title='role playing'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-112596761284138561</id><published>2005-09-06T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T08:53:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;so this is how my blogspot looks like.. its been a while since i last blogged. i'm not even sure if i'm blogging in the right spot.. what should i blog about? hmmm.. how about the crappy week i had? or the time when i had a lil road mishap? hmmm.. the only thing that made last week a tad good was chatting with a good friend whom i don't get to see much (thanks to firstwap YM). or how about going to my friend's party this weekend and getting to see all of them again? or the time i met with my high school friends the previous weekend (or 3 weeks ago m not sure..). or the infamous coffee sessions i usually have? watching uaap for the first time this year, and seeing our team lose? reading excerpts from neil gaiman's books without buying one? hmmm.. so life's not so bad after all... its all good and i don't feel like blogging anymore.. now go away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/cdscopy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where can i get these soundtracks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-112596761284138561?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/112596761284138561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=112596761284138561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/112596761284138561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/112596761284138561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-111882530487851182</id><published>2005-06-15T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T13:31:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your life's soundtrack</title><content type='html'>i'm sure you've heard about the quote about music being everywhere. that it is everywhere we go. m sure its true for those hearing sounds in their heads. but for them normal people, they only hear their brains working. and m sure we hear them all around us. a tindera singing &lt;em&gt;'lab mooove, en mesterius wees...&lt;/em&gt;', the sekyu inspecting our stuff &lt;em&gt;'des is da pers taym m gonna say i lab u..&lt;/em&gt;'. it very well may define the events in our life. we hear a song and gets reminded of one particular event in our life (lalo na yung mga senti dyan, naku yari na..). so here are some stages/events in my life and the song that defined them, or vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; How gee by Black Machine&lt;br /&gt;Remember this? Not really much of a song. But it reminds me so much of my grade 5 or 6, m not sure though. Pero nakakainis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Will i survive by Introvoys&lt;br /&gt;Unmistakably Jonathan Buencamino. I remember this song because i had chicken pox when this ruled the airwaves (97.1 triggerman!). Pucha 3 months ata to number 1 sa countdown nila e. Having nothing else to do at home, i have to bear with this every noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Any beatles, RJ, beegees, etc. song&lt;br /&gt;Every sunday when were kids, we would wake up to these tunes... Kainis, sira kagad araw mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; That close-up song by Gino Padilla&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa isa!!! Pero i have to admit, my brother and i liked this song (for about 1 day lang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Chicken song ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;This was way back when were kids pa talaga. &lt;em&gt;'Kuya, bat ba nagpapatugtog pa ng ganitong kanta? Ampanget e&lt;/em&gt;.' &lt;em&gt;'Malamang may nag-rerequest pa..&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Theme song of The Bodyguard by Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;We had these valentine thingy in school where you could request for any song and dedicate to someone special. Do i need to say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; On Bended Knees by Boys to Men&lt;br /&gt;Another one of those songs destroyed by mainstream radio stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Jump by Kris Kross&lt;br /&gt;I havent met anyone who didnt know this song. Remember Cross Colours? Baggy pants, long back shirts 3x larger your size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Bring dat Booty by Masta Plann&lt;br /&gt;First local rap group na astig. But i liked Fix da world up better. '&lt;em&gt;susie got pregnant by joe the baby-maker. joe said see ya, would'nt wanna be ya..&lt;/em&gt;' stig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; 214 by Rivermaya&lt;br /&gt;Sounds foreign. I still like this song up to now. Classic lalo na sa mga videoke and inuman-guitara session (runner-up dito yung sa IAXE, &lt;em&gt;'Akoy sayo&lt;/em&gt;' ek-ek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Cruisin by Gwyneth and some old dude&lt;br /&gt;Another victim of mainstream radio stations. 2nd year college days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Smooth by Rob Thomas and Santana&lt;br /&gt;One thing comes to mind with this song: Summer Class! I remember the days when we all would hitch a ride with Fort going home after our summer class. All 6 or 7 of us in one corolla (war car) ala school bus. Then this song would often be played on our way home (la cd player e). Those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; She Bangs by Ricky Martin&lt;br /&gt;Ask Fort about this song... with matching bang-bang motion pa! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy by Squareheads / Take your time by The Love Bite&lt;br /&gt;S-Days! Fort, Jayvee and me. S1-S3. Di mo gets noh? Again, those were the days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ice ice baby... cruisin on my 4-point-Oh (4.0).. word to ya mother..!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Boom the Bass album&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days when 'bayo' was in. We'd play this cassette tape in our car to make 'pa-bayo' of our 300w 6x9 speakers (la subs e.. basag tuloy kagad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Secret Garden by Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;Astig, lalo na with the dialogue. Cute ni Dorothy Boyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey ya by Outkast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Dude, eto yung sinayaw ni Rainier sa Starstruck.&lt;/em&gt;' &lt;em&gt;'Hindi noh, buong Starstruck kaya sumayaw nito&lt;/em&gt;.' Debating on the way to Pagudpud. Take note, debating while singing along with matching clapping pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; This Love by Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'This love has taken its toll on me, she said goodbye too many times...&lt;/em&gt;' Again, on the way to Pagudpud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Stigmatized &amp; Could this be any harder by The Calling&lt;br /&gt;Their first album was sooo worth it. Of course mine was given only! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Megalomaniac by Incubus&lt;br /&gt;I used to play this everyday on my way to work As in full volume pa talaga to wake me myself up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Love Moves in Mysterious Ways by Nina&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; I dont want to be your friend by Nina&lt;br /&gt;Remember this song, Jayvee? Coz I do! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Somewhere in Between by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in. Dont be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again. I don't want to run away from this. I know that I just don't need this.&lt;/em&gt;' Asteeg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Everything by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/em&gt;' Asteeg uli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Jeepney by Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. I like this song bakit ba? Eto naman play ko everyday when going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want to be by Gavin deGraw&lt;br /&gt;One tree hill... I listen to this din pala everyday. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are a lot more songs i failed to remember. These'll do for now.. Anyway, heres my thingys for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie of the Week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Madagascar' - &lt;em&gt;'I like to move it, move it...&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Badminton Player of the Week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio for being the MVP last time we played (Most Vakla Player este Valuable pala). hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NBA Live Player of the Week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chauncey Billups - grabe, scores 50 points. Unguardable, defensive specialis, lahat na! Hirap talunin Detroit in superstar mode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day Funk by Parokya - nakakainis na ha. paulit-ulit nalang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sponge bob and squarepants. Eto ba si Squarepants?' - all the while Fort thought Spongbob and Squarepants are two different characters.. Labo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/K700i-212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tuesday Group. Badminton group ha, deyn pang-Thats mga itsura e..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-111882530487851182?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/111882530487851182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=111882530487851182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111882530487851182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111882530487851182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/06/your-lifes-soundtrack.html' title='your life&apos;s soundtrack'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-111810758439213084</id><published>2005-06-08T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T16:17:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the week that was</title><content type='html'>another day, another dollar or better yet another peso.. not! weekends nowadays seems too fast. i was just beginning to enjoy the weekend and before i knew it, its monday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been too busy over the past weeks. believe it or not, i've been busy with work! and if u'll notice, i added a tag board and hits counter. and after 1 week, i got a whopping 41 hits already! and those include my visits which accounts for about half of the total hits! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only recently, i have been receiving some not-so-wholesome emails (i actually have 2 sources of these emails, who i wont mention na. u know who u are! hehe. do i look bastos that they make it a point to include me as a recipient? hehehe). aside from the frequent spams i usually get (if i don't receive an email about discounted cialis or any other sex drugs or links to college girls webcam, something must be wrong with my account..), i received some emails about sexual escapades about some old dude or a young teenage boy. their theme are somehow similar prompting me to think that they have the same author (someone with a wild imagination is lurking out there somewhere waiting for his next inspiration..). im not saying that m a bit disturbed, cause i have to admit, i took the time to read em all! freakin crazy.. entertaining. three thumbs up, if you know what i mean! hahaha. hala, i've been reading too much na ata (for those who want copies, post a message on my tag board! hehehe). them stories should be sent to those low-budget producers who comes up with box-office hits such as 'Umaga na ng hinugot' or 'Nang kinagat nya ang pinya sa may paraisong tatsulok kung saan wag ka kikibo at ako hihipo part 1' kinda movies. i wont be surprised if carlo and tita malou become household names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of work, we got our performance not-so-much bonus already. i got a measly ____ only. my officemates knows this, ask them nalang how much. hehehe. i was so dissapointed that i spent it all and bought my car new bumpers (to start my USDM conversion, para medyo pimpin naman dba?)! kainis, so i rewarded myself with this. i told myself, "&lt;em&gt;all my efforts and only this to show for it?? sige, to show my dismay and frustration, i'll get rid of you bonus money-thingy! i'll use you to buy something. hahaha!&lt;/em&gt; (evil laugh) &lt;em&gt;we'll see..".&lt;/em&gt; actually, the amount i received was so small, i had to add a few hundreds to buy the damn bumpers! abonado pa ko.. bwiset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to recap the week/day/whenever i feel like blogging, i'll be coming up with the ff thingy of the week and their significance for the week/day that passed. and for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;movies of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Top Gun'* - saw it for the first time. 1986 pa and i only saw it recently. 80's movie! thanks to the lack of gimik, memorize ko na mga HBO movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Go' - starred katie holmes. i thought it was a serious movie at first, di rin pala. ka-aliw. thanks to star movies and the lack of gimik (due to bad weather)! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;i should have a quota for 80's movie seen for the month. hmmmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quote of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'????' - emailed to me by my boss when she was following-up something. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cd of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'American Idol Season 4. The Showstoppers' - i have na. copied nga lang! no to piracy... hehehe. pero they could have chosen better songs to include. sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tambay of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the taong grasa sleeping near the bpi ATM' - for scaring all the people withdrawing and making them forget their transaction slips, the honor goes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vendor of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'mangtataho near SM' - for selling taho at 10 in the evening. di kaya panis na yan manong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'follow the leader' - &lt;em&gt;'follow the leader leader leader.. follow the leader leader..'&lt;/em&gt;. kainis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-111810758439213084?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/111810758439213084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=111810758439213084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111810758439213084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111810758439213084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/06/week-that-was.html' title='the week that was'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-111518405598638734</id><published>2005-05-05T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:20:55.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batangas, April 29, 2005</title><content type='html'>my blogspot is turning out to be a photo album.. oh well, here are some pics from our company outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/outing1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3+ grueling hours, we've finally arrived (mukhang mga tourista). the beach front, pwede na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/outing2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, mali ata department nasamahan ko... smile! ryan, may dumi ba ko sa mukha? -armi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/outing3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issue na naman to.. hehehe. ALM kodak moments, may naligaw lang na isa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/outing4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da boat ride. da rescued kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/outing5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from the top... top of makati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/outing6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow chicks! wow mga lasheng! tara lets sing a song... guns n roses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-111518405598638734?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/111518405598638734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=111518405598638734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111518405598638734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111518405598638734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/05/batangas-april-29-2005.html' title='Batangas, April 29, 2005'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-111397565689730115</id><published>2005-04-20T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:40:56.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agdangan, Quezon (April 7-10, 2005)</title><content type='html'>here are some pics from our Quezon trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/quezon1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gurls... and the boys minus one blonde 'healthy' dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/quezon2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kite flying 101... on the way to quezon. minus one blonde 'healthy' dude again (took the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/quezon3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hunks and some not so hot chicks! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/quezon4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharon with jenson, the newest member of our barkada... jenson with his big daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/quezon5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gurls kodakan moments...  jayvee with kat and sharon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/quezon6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sharon.. kanoy and sharon. we'll miss you sharon! la ganyan sa states! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will add more pics. kulang pa pics e. i can post another blog with nothing but pics. ganon kadami kodak moments e..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-111397565689730115?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/111397565689730115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=111397565689730115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111397565689730115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111397565689730115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/04/agdangan-quezon-april-7-10-2005.html' title='Agdangan, Quezon (April 7-10, 2005)'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-111378466163747416</id><published>2005-04-18T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T08:37:41.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>its been a while when i last blogged. m so busy this past few days with work (naks!). we recently went to batangas, with my officemates and quezon with my barkada (next blog ko will be about this.. or kahit pics lang! hehe). anyway, its been a long time so my blog will be a lil different. its title may sound like a movie, but m not much updated with the movies nowadays so i wouldn't know…&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel like my life is just a series of unfortunate events? or at least full of it. there are instances that this line just comes to my mind after, well an unfortunate event. it reminds me so much of alanis' song ‘ironic’. its like rain, after a carwash. its like taking a minute off and make small talk with your officemate after working 5 straight hours then your boss catching you doing so. i know, i know, the words are wrong. but it has the same message. duh.. it may be coincidence, it may be bad luck. how should i know? m at the wrong end of it. but even so, ive managed to take the good with the bad. ive learned that life is too short to dwell on these things. And ive realized that there isn’t one thing/problem we encounter that we cannot handle. there are so much to be done with so little time, so why waste it by banging my head on the wall? i might as well do that with alcohol flowing in my blood. bottomline, there will always be a good drink after a bad day and there are sooo many things in my life to be happy about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-111378466163747416?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/111378466163747416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=111378466163747416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111378466163747416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111378466163747416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/04/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='a series of unfortunate events'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-111112818967998108</id><published>2005-03-18T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T18:35:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some random thoughts</title><content type='html'>some things that came to my mind. imagine for 1 whole week na to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i change my whole blogspot? i want them bling blings here! hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that my car has 4-holes when i could've gotten a pretty decent mags (for 5-holes ampotah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss our tuesday night basketball game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate popup ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teeth hurts. my whole mouth hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nina sings soooo much better than kyla (right jamet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you watch outback jack? i like marissa. she's cute. she's evil. hmmm.. i like her more now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing race 7: i hope the survivors wins this as well. rob is evil also. he and marissa should get together. amber amber amber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temptation island: hahaha! yari kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pimp my ride: pimp me pleaseeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have acquired a shpeechh defishenshi.. and i'll have thish for the next year and a half. sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bianca gonzales is reallyyy cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you rather be 3'10 or 7'10? ira: 'i refuse to answer that...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opm alternative/rock rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep those pink fences! them bus drivers drives like animals. its just right that they be caged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UFC should pit kobe against shaq. let's get it onnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that lebron's ma main man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that bianca gonzales is reallyyy cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;line of the week: 'i'll try..' and 'in a while...' hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some outdated pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baguio Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 114px" height="123" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/baguio.jpg" width="465" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas Party '04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 107px" height="109" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/xmas04.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging out wid da man! tipsy AMD... feeling a bit rejected.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 107px" height="110" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/smiles.jpg" width="467" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how different i smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 107px" height="114" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/daboys.jpg" width="469" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minute break.. seems longer though... 'pare, di ko kayang mag-quit...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 112px" height="107" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/idol.jpg" width="469" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-111112818967998108?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/111112818967998108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=111112818967998108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111112818967998108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111112818967998108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-random-thoughts.html' title='some random thoughts'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-111017758533455923</id><published>2005-03-07T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:05:11.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, March 4, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:45&lt;/strong&gt; - wakey! wakey! 'p*t@^... go away.. m soooo sleepy pa.. i know its a friday pero..' zzzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:47&lt;/strong&gt; - take a bath. muni-muni muna in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:10&lt;/strong&gt; - finally finished taking a bath. muni-muni muna in the bedroom. hmmm. what should i wear? its a friday and we can do away with the ultra-sensitive (i mean sensitive coz lean on it ever so slightly, gets wrinkled kagad) gusot mayaman barong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:15&lt;/strong&gt; - hmmm. what baller band should i wear? m wearing blue e. sige black and white na lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/bband.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Battlegrounds'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:20&lt;/strong&gt; - m so tempted to take my bro's car. its so much bling-bling than mine (pimpin!). good thing that its plate ends in zero. no choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is more pimpin'? the red one definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:25&lt;/strong&gt; - gas up. p*t%h! 100 pesos and all i get is 3.++ liters?! damn all of you oil companies! 'sir, linisin ko windshield? sige. (bwiset, dapat buong kotse linisin mo for the price ur charging..)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:35&lt;/strong&gt; - bad trip traffic guadalupe.. that photo mosaic is big.. who's that coca-cola gurl?.. move over heart, bianca is the new queen of edsa billboards, thanks to globe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:45&lt;/strong&gt; - at last, m in the parking lot na. i have to settle for the pay parking cause i dont have a freakin 'parking slot' behind our office. its sad that those who can afford to pay for the parking (daily for 9 hours, makati parking rates), are those alloted a slot in our office. ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:46&lt;/strong&gt; - muni-muni muna... listen to 89.9, friday magic madness muna (seona dancing's song is playing. new wave..). wear my shoes na. walk to the office na. hayyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:50&lt;/strong&gt; - swipe in. ha! i dont have a late pa so far this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:51&lt;/strong&gt; - 'aba? nandito ka na sherlly?'. our perpetually late officemate.. 'late na naman ba ang relo natin at on time ka dumating (while bringing my watch to my ear listening if it is indeed working)??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:52&lt;/strong&gt; - turn on my pc. turn on my radio (89.9 again. our official radio station every friday, although our office is not a Bank!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 82px" height="82" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/tm.jpg" width="339" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magic 89.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:55&lt;/strong&gt; - check my email, corporate email that is. time to work. bring on them whips! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:01&lt;/strong&gt; - check my yahoo, lycos, gmail and hotmail email accounts. check my friendster. damn, our proxy to friendster is not working.. oh well, i'll just blog blog blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:15&lt;/strong&gt; - fix myself coffee. 9 in 1 coffee. 3 sachets of instant 3 in 1 coffee e. i'll be shaking by the time i finish my drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:30&lt;/strong&gt; - ring! ring! (nokia tune ring tune, mono tune cellphone) 'armi-sun2' calling.. 'waddduuup?? uh-huh.. okey.. umm, sige.. orayt.. sige, i'll ask him... oki.. ayt! later!'. thats me talking to armi about our plans for the night. ah, the benefits of Sun Cellular! 24/7 ata yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/phone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phones.. 24/7 call and text, pati yung Globe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:15&lt;/strong&gt; - rick astley's song is playing. john is singing along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:01&lt;/strong&gt; - cynthia rhodes' turn to sing. its almost predictable that 89.9 is going to play this song at this hour.. john, of course, is still singing along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:02&lt;/strong&gt; - 15minute break! isn't it always?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/15min.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-minute break. very productive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:15&lt;/strong&gt; - work ulit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:04&lt;/strong&gt; - downloaded the Spongebob screensaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/sbob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my screensaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:01&lt;/strong&gt; - lunch break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:02&lt;/strong&gt; - that has got to be the fastest 1 hour in history! oh well, back to work! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:36&lt;/strong&gt; - zzzzzzz. the coffee's effect is wearing off.. got.. to... sss...tayy... a... wake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:15&lt;/strong&gt; - 'ryan, phone call.' -vina. 'uh-huh.... zzzz.. hello??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:50&lt;/strong&gt; - have to answer these freaking email inquiries pa.. ubos na english ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:00&lt;/strong&gt; - our weekly Values meeting. nothing better than discussing values at this hour... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:57&lt;/strong&gt; - 'ano na plan, dudes? a basta i'll meet u in shang mya 7!'. when we plan a gimik, details are not important. basta may sasama, game na! have beer, will go! or better yet, have bucket of beer, will definitely go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:35&lt;/strong&gt; - at shang for my x-ray. 'don't look directly at the laser.' -doc. 'what laser? this one? ahhh!!.' hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:37&lt;/strong&gt; - 'where are you na?' -armi. 'm still here, waiting for the x-ray's result. i'll be there by 7'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:15&lt;/strong&gt; - home at last! or at least for the moment. change costume. muni-muni muna... m wearing blue and red shirt, what baller band should i wear? hmmm. sige black and brown naman, color-coordinated ako e! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:45&lt;/strong&gt; - text: 'Taen@! pati parking lot trapik!' message sent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:56&lt;/strong&gt; - finally.. on time as usual.. the night is still young anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:02&lt;/strong&gt; - gulp, gulp, gulp! oh, and bonding din pala. booze, food, music and more booze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:15&lt;/strong&gt; - 'ry, lika. i'd like you to meet my friend watchamacallit. and this is her friend whoever..' -john. m not good at remembering names.. though i have a photographic memory on everything else. now where did i put my beer?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:30&lt;/strong&gt; - on Coastal, on the way to Las Piñas. 'dude, your house is farrrrr..'. 'ano?!' -jana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:54&lt;/strong&gt; - running 120 kph on Coastal. damn, got to have them wheels balanced.. casino kaya muna ko before going home? hmmm.. oops. missed the Edsa turn. buendia na nga lang.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:03&lt;/strong&gt; - message received: 'where u na?' - armi. message replied: 'buendia pa lang. anlayo amp*tah e!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:27&lt;/strong&gt; - home at last! or at least for the moment! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-111017758533455923?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/111017758533455923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=111017758533455923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111017758533455923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/111017758533455923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/03/friday-march-4-2005.html' title='Friday, March 4, 2005'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-110974683459325043</id><published>2005-03-02T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:03:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s-u-m-m-e-r.....</title><content type='html'>u know it when its getting close. u go home at 4 in the morning expecting to get the chills, only to feel hot! no, not that kind of heat... hehehe. only to feel the warm air. ayan... summer na! summer na! its that time of the year when we dont get to wear our lacoste or springfield jacket (i wish i had one to NOT wear during this kind of weather...). this is the time when all of you chicks can show off your tan lines. wear those tube and spag-strapped top babyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'pare, meron ako alam maganda puntahan this summer. la pa masyado pumupunta. sa ilocos lang, sa pagudpud. 12 hours drive lang. parang road trip!' - fort. nyek... that was wayyy back in college. it started the ongoing tradition of our barkada to drive for more than 12 hours, endure the never-ending roads (parang pare-pareho lang dinadaanan natin a) wherein blood stops flowing from waistdown, just to get away (talagang away na to e) and unwind from our test-copying, classroom-sleeping days at school. 3 driver changes, 5 stopovers for kodakan moments (which would not be complete without stopping by Vigan), 2 full tanks and then bam! we're still not there.. 'ayan, malapit na! kita na yung beach oh!'. only to find out, Ilocos Sur pa lang... i even remember onyx counting all the bayans that we passed thru, writing every bayan on an old mcdo receipt. and after finishing all the CDs we brought, we tried the radio. only to get feed from taiwanese radio stations! hehehe. so after a gruelling 12 hours of travel, we finally arrived. the sand was white with kms of beach front, the water was clear and that familiar beach scent lingering everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 116px" height="118" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/pagudpud2copy.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scenic view.. sunset at Pagudpud.. white sand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days and 2 nights are not enough. the whole stay would not be complete without playing beach volleyball, eating lobsters, drinking till u pass out on the sand, building sand castles (only to fail miserably) and visiting the falls there (i forgot the name. basta u have take the Patapat viaduct to get there.). the place is not-so-delevoped pa, adding to its peaceful and innocent aura (or at least during our first trip there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="134" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/pagudpud1copy.jpg" width="455" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patapat viaduct.. view from the top (or at least from the top of the falls). if you'll look closely, you can see Taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'this is life...' - marlon, while sipping a cold beer lying on the cool sand. we've come to love the place and seem to forget about the loooong trip (and planning sessions. naks!). a sort of a barkada tradition that has only the date to settle when planning on a summer trip. so we ask ourselves, 'was it all worth it?'. you bet it was. it was sooo worth it that we made it a point to go there every summer from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 438px; HEIGHT: 107px" height="113" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/pagudpud3copy.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kodak moments! ihaw moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 119px" height="173" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/jellyfishnose.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-110974683459325043?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/110974683459325043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=110974683459325043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/110974683459325043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/110974683459325043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/03/s-u-m-m-e-r.html' title='s-u-m-m-e-r.....'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-110965474553470845</id><published>2005-03-01T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T13:30:32.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog blog blog...</title><content type='html'>mid-week crisis and it's only tuesday. though i experience this the whole week, except friday (duh...). anyway m done with my blogspot's header so m feeling quite a bit productive (wag aangal, blog ko to!) with my "limited" adobe photoshop know-how, i was able to come up with this. it took only 4 hours (bilis noh? hehehe). i also had to dig-up outdated pics to include in the header. in the end, its all good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the top row (l-r). first pic is from my modelling days. i used to model D&amp;G Eyewear. i paid about 10k to wear the glasses and had to beg my officemate to take my pic! so there, it took a lot from me so i had to give it up.. next pic was taken in baguio. and yes it was taken inside a car (para sa mga pilosopo). as you can see, camera-shy ako.. next pic is bebs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;middle row (l-r): first pic, team prudentialife at your service! then the block 15 dudes. or at least 5 of them (us pala). hmmm. i noticed that kung sino pa yung de-blocked kami pa yung madalas sumama sa mga block dinner! hehehe. then the last pic is an unexplained pic. from those in the pic up to its quality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the for the last row (do i have to include l-r pa??): pagudpud pic! the dudes at the beach.. damn, lapit na summer... then my very first car. a car i bought with my own money (utang yung iba! hehehe). nga pala, its not with me na. traded it for another car (gusto ko pa rin ilagay e, bakit ba...). then pic of the dudes.. again.. 'pare, kelangan super smile ha, kita gilagid! papadala natin kay sharon to.' - onyx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the header's background, i used a pic of the sunset at pagudpud... dahil summer na and the shot is nice naman.. and mainly because la na ko maisip na maganda background e! of course all these pics wouldnt be possible if not for my pencil case! este cellphone pala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 71px" height="117" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y40/ryandude/9210icopy.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actual pic, pero its not nice na actually..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-110965474553470845?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/110965474553470845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=110965474553470845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/110965474553470845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/110965474553470845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-blog-blog_28.html' title='blog blog blog...'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10996986.post-110904805190112615</id><published>2005-02-22T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:58:50.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it goes.. the birth of a new era!</title><content type='html'>good bye &lt;strong&gt;Friendster&lt;/strong&gt;! hello &lt;strong&gt;Blogger&lt;/strong&gt;.. hehehe! not that i won't bother opening my friendster.. i've got a measly 101 friends included there and it will reeaaally take time managing my friendster account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bright idea? uhmm... duh.. this is only one of this dude's bad idea (dumb if you will...) to feel productive... a venue to broadcast whatever harebrained (shift+F7 stupid and you'll get this) thoughts that'll come accross this head of mine, which can be veryyyyy many.. this also allow all you haters out there for a free bashing! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dare to read on and waste your time.. and so it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10996986-110904805190112615?l=ryandude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/feeds/110904805190112615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10996986&amp;postID=110904805190112615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/110904805190112615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10996986/posts/default/110904805190112615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryandude.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-so-it-goes-birth-of-new-era.html' title='and so it goes.. the birth of a new era!'/><author><name>ryandude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12914112340320119637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
