<?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-8833296307734326097</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:11:39.565-08:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='moving'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='women'/><category term='meme'/><category term='list'/><category term='ROD'/><category term='magic'/><category term='random'/><category term='vintage'/><category term='theater'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='admu'/><category term='bitching'/><category term='limited'/><category term='acads'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='issues'/><category term='society'/><category term='journal'/><category term='emo'/><category term='gimik'/><category term='review'/><category term='update'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>the blue walker</title><subtitle type='html'>We define the boundaries of reality; they don't define us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-7353834152035625177</id><published>2008-04-09T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:29:28.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Moving on to bigger and better spaces</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, better change those links coz I'm moving over to... drum roll!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ozy.i.ph"&gt;clicky!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment! NOW NA! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-7353834152035625177?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7353834152035625177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=7353834152035625177' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7353834152035625177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7353834152035625177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving-on-to-bigger-and-better-spaces.html' title='Moving on to bigger and better spaces'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-6390818634910245531</id><published>2008-02-23T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:43:14.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>Random Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkOfv9iSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/agPcRlzNYEE/s1600-h/choco+loco+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkOfv9iSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/agPcRlzNYEE/s200/choco+loco+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242572424939810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choco Loco Party. A buffet of all sorts of chocolate foodstuffs. And a fountain of course to really drown everything in chocolate! Really crazy sugar rush afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkOvv9iUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gXJermFpsSI/s1600-h/eos5+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkOvv9iUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gXJermFpsSI/s200/eos5+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242576719907138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARSTRUCK!!! That is THE David Guerrero! Ok fine, of BBDO Guerrero-Ortega! The advertising genius behind successful accounts like Pepsi and Pizza Hut among other popular brands. Uber fanboy mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkOfv9iTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_-fx__CRspM/s1600-h/DSC_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkOfv9iTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_-fx__CRspM/s200/DSC_0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242572424939826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Anne's Wedding with Teams Classic, MF (the lone one) and Budget&lt;br /&gt;And I got wasted because of what happened in Event #1 XD,  buti wala nag-isip na magpicture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkO_v9iVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wy8gBW7rYxs/s1600-h/11112007%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkO_v9iVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wy8gBW7rYxs/s200/11112007%28010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242581014874450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Regcom Seniors' Party (Yeah my phone has a crappy camera)&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top: Maine (just happened to be there), Nigs, Kitchie, JJ, and me (that represents the Judenites contingent of the Juniors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkPPv9iWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UqKrdpCO5RA/s1600-h/11112007%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkPPv9iWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UqKrdpCO5RA/s200/11112007%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242585309841762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chino, me, and Wits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BoUfv9iaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/j5gLhiYMWXc/s1600-h/11112007%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BoUfv9iaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/j5gLhiYMWXc/s200/11112007%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170247073550666146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Eric (the insanely tall one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BoS_v9iXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xUiIWn8SDhE/s1600-h/11112007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BoS_v9iXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xUiIWn8SDhE/s200/11112007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170247047780862322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Yeye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BoTvv9iZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eZOIgVzgC7A/s1600-h/11112007%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BoTvv9iZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eZOIgVzgC7A/s200/11112007%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170247060665764242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Pao, I should show Tina (his gf) this picture someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BoTfv9iYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7hXF0LaBtsE/s1600-h/11112007%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BoTfv9iYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7hXF0LaBtsE/s200/11112007%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170247056370796930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Juniors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-6390818634910245531?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6390818634910245531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=6390818634910245531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6390818634910245531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6390818634910245531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R8BkOfv9iSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/agPcRlzNYEE/s72-c/choco+loco+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-4074107314460615540</id><published>2008-02-23T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:19:24.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>S.A.W.I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2pR_7481vc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2pR_7481vc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;because dramatic irony seems to be the story of my romantic life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song and vid link c/o Nadia who shares with me many S.A.W.I. anecdotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a translation/sing-along guide. (Judenites can pretend to read the characters while furiously checking up on the romanized words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等待&lt;br /&gt;deng dai&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我随时随地在等待&lt;br /&gt;wo sui shi sui di zai deng dai&lt;br /&gt;I am always waiting anytime,anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做你感情上的依赖&lt;br /&gt;zuo ni gan qing shang de yi lai&lt;br /&gt;To become your love's foothold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有任何的疑问&lt;br /&gt;wo mei you ren he de yi wen&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是爱&lt;br /&gt;zhe shi ai&lt;br /&gt;This is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我猜&lt;br /&gt;wo cai&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你早就想要说明白&lt;br /&gt;ni zao jiu xiang yao shuo ming bai&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been trying to make things clear from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得自己好失败&lt;br /&gt;wo jue de zi ji hao shi bai&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I’m a failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从天堂掉落到深渊&lt;br /&gt;cong tian tang diao luo dao shen yuan&lt;br /&gt;Fallen from heaven to a deep abyss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多无奈&lt;br /&gt;duo wu nai&lt;br /&gt;So helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愿意改变(what can i do?)&lt;br /&gt;wo yuan yi gai bian WHAT CAN I DO&lt;br /&gt;I’m willing to change WHAT CAN I DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重新再来一遍(just give me chance)&lt;br /&gt;chong xin zai lai yi bian JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE&lt;br /&gt;Start over again  JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我无法只是普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;wo wu fa zhi shi pu tong peng you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be just an ordinary friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情已那么深&lt;br /&gt;gan qing yi na me shen&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are already so intense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫我怎么能收手&lt;br /&gt;jiao wo zen me neng fang shou&lt;br /&gt;How can I just let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但你说&lt;br /&gt;dan ni shuo&lt;br /&gt;But you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做个朋友&lt;br /&gt;zuo ge peng you&lt;br /&gt;Become friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在你心中只是just a friend&lt;br /&gt;wo zai ni xin zhong zhi shi JUST A FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a friend in your heart JUST A FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是情人&lt;br /&gt;bu shi qing ren&lt;br /&gt;Not a loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我感激你对我这样的坦白&lt;br /&gt;wo gan ji ni dui wo zhe yang de tan bai&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your truthfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我给你的爱暂时收不回来&lt;br /&gt;dan wo gei ni de ai zan shi shou bu hui lai&lt;br /&gt;But right now, my love for you can’t be taken back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I 我不能只是be your friend&lt;br /&gt;SO I bu neng zhi shi BE YOUR FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;SO I I can’t just be your friend BE YOUR FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I JUST CAN'T BE YOUR FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;I JUST CAN'T BE YOUR FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no,no,no&lt;br /&gt;NO,NO,NO&lt;br /&gt;NO,NO,NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不能只是做你的朋友&lt;br /&gt;wo bu neng zhi shi zuo ni de peng you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be just your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能只是做普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;bu neng zuo pu tong peng you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t just be your ordinary friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the love, or lack thereof. And keep them blades away from the wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw..." - Honey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-4074107314460615540?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4074107314460615540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=4074107314460615540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4074107314460615540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4074107314460615540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/sawi.html' title='S.A.W.I.'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-810359546661239094</id><published>2008-02-21T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:46:17.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Guidelines for Harmonious Living on the LRT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Put your goddamn earphones/ headset on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't your train. It's PUBLIC transportation, and not everyone appreciates your music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If your gadgets forgot their respective partners for the day, then don't listen to your shit at all; or put your PSP, DS, or GBA on mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Now some of you may have put on their earphones, thanks. What you may not have realized is that you've got your music way too loudly that people ACROSS you can hear. You've taken a step in respecting other people, just take the next one. Control your volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Control your volume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd be a hypocrite if I said that I'm never noisy on the train. As you know, I'm quite the chatterbox, and when riding the LRT with people I know intimately, I become rather animated with my discussions. So... Er... hm... This is something I'll have to work on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anyway, when answering phones, don't talk too loudly especially since everyone's clumped together, you know people beside you! It's annoying to have to hear about how your day was or where to pick up so and so. And when the bitterness strikes, normal phrases like "I wuv u" and "Hey boo" become seriously incensing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who stay together, play together. Keep the touching and volume in check :p Otherwise have a kinky, kinky time... on the LRT... Ew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. If the escalators are big enough for two people, stay on one side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you aren't in a hurry, other people are. No one's forcing you to go as fast as them, just give way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paper due in half an hour? Meeting in twenty? Class in fifteen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the train coming as you insert your ticket in the machine? Running up the escalator to meet it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Get into the train! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Stop because some people just stay on the escalator then LEISURELY stroll into the opened doors which close just as you arrive at the platform? There we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Give your seat up for senior citizens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I mean seriously. Either they can't stand for extended periods of time and you'd have to be heartless to watch them suffer or that "oldie" will launch a tirade about how times have changed and how morals have gone up someone's ass. Oh and the youth are hopeless too and the hard work they put in at building a nation wasn't worth it. Whatever happens, you will lose. Give them the seat, it isn't worth the verbal harassment and the shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I didn't mention giving up seats to women as a rule because times have changed. It's relative to each person how he/she views women's privileges. Personally, I do give up my seat most of the time but some people believe that men and women must be treated equally, so if that lady missed a seat, sucks to be her... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Be a man. Do the right thing." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Russell Peters, this will never die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Give way to people exiting from the trains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seriously. Don't be a dick and move in when the door opens, not only does that piss everyone leaving off, but you give them an excuse to shove you right back out. Imagine bouncer-like people, shoving you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enter when there's actually an opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Don't screw with the doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't force them open if they're closing already and you're just coming in. It may wreck the train or whatever, and on the off chance that shit happens and the train is delayed, everyone will hate you. EVERYONE on the train. That's a lot of people who will want a piece of you when they find out all their schedules have to be moved because some idiot couldn't wait another 5 or so minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. In crowded trains or times, take whatever vacant spot there is so there is more room for other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The first time I had to take the LRT1, no one told me this. We were a group of students just hanging around at a spot near the entrance. There was a huge space at our side, which was just recently vacated. But we didn't move. We just kept chatting about until we reached Pedro Gil. When we finally left the people who were clumped near the door complained loudly about our thoughtlessness. Now seriously they should have asked us to move a bit but either way that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Don't push.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's a reality that people push to get their way. Have you seen the MRT or LRT1 on rush hour? The nightmare! Just say "excuse me" first, it's decency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rejected Guideline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Learn a martial art, or carry pepper spray, or at the least learn how to tie really good knots (and bring some rope too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The next time someone gropes you on the train, don't get mad. Tell the person, "short time tayo," after all there are a lot of motels in key LRT stops, you gotta hand it to that popular brand of motels, they're running a good business! The horny bastard will probably be all gung ho and pick up the bill. When you get to your room, teach them a lesson they'll never forget. You can beat the crap out of them or just tie them up and leave them there until the cleaning lady comes in. Kinky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-810359546661239094?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/810359546661239094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=810359546661239094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/810359546661239094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/810359546661239094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/guidelines-for-harmonious-living-on-lrt.html' title='Guidelines for Harmonious Living on the LRT'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-3459443755084002435</id><published>2008-02-21T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:25:23.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acads'/><title type='text'>Events Management: Event 2</title><content type='html'>This time we had to plan a "party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our invites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72zgPv9iLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UVy7MpHGu80/s1600-h/Copy+of+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72zgPv9iLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UVy7MpHGu80/s200/Copy+of+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169485313856080050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72zgfv9iMI/AAAAAAAAADE/dY9C0dI7x_E/s1600-h/Copy+of+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72zgfv9iMI/AAAAAAAAADE/dY9C0dI7x_E/s200/Copy+of+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169485318151047362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures of the event. Our photographer hasn't had the chance to upload them yet. But here's one of the challenges that the two teams had to face - a create a cheer contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vpLTrDBYaHs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vpLTrDBYaHs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dplo8GhzUs8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dplo8GhzUs8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-3459443755084002435?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3459443755084002435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=3459443755084002435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3459443755084002435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3459443755084002435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/events-management-event-2.html' title='Events Management: Event 2'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72zgPv9iLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UVy7MpHGu80/s72-c/Copy+of+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-2881421898561728666</id><published>2008-02-21T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:19:50.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acads'/><title type='text'>Events Management: Event 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72vovv9h_I/AAAAAAAAABc/WI9Dd2ecMoY/s1600-h/IMG_6344vip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72vovv9h_I/AAAAAAAAABc/WI9Dd2ecMoY/s320/IMG_6344vip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169481061838456818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group. VIP. We rule! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assignment, should we choose to accept, well didn't really have a choice, was to design and launch "an intimate concert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we came up with an idea of doing a sneaker exhibit. And..... here, take a pseudo-guided tour of "Elemental Art!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72x9fv9iEI/AAAAAAAAACE/XW5KyehBvmY/s1600-h/IMG_8914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72x9fv9iEI/AAAAAAAAACE/XW5KyehBvmY/s320/IMG_8914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169483617343998018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah cause we're such camwhores! There's the "Ozy needs to work out picture." Anyway... That used to be the registration area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter... Experience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72x9fv9iFI/AAAAAAAAACM/BXNsvL80puo/s1600-h/IMG_8951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72x9fv9iFI/AAAAAAAAACM/BXNsvL80puo/s320/IMG_8951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169483617343998034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next chill in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72x9vv9iGI/AAAAAAAAACU/cRMGDa8KOMM/s1600-h/IMG_8957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72x9vv9iGI/AAAAAAAAACU/cRMGDa8KOMM/s320/IMG_8957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169483621638965346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and at 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72x-fv9iII/AAAAAAAAACk/acXpE9IAAj8/s1600-h/IMG_9106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72x-fv9iII/AAAAAAAAACk/acXpE9IAAj8/s320/IMG_9106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169483634523867266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And enter our favorite room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72x-Pv9iHI/AAAAAAAAACc/K9E5DjX7zYY/s1600-h/IMG_9067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72x-Pv9iHI/AAAAAAAAACc/K9E5DjX7zYY/s320/IMG_9067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169483630228899954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to the dining area, grab some grub, gulp some booze and mingle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-2881421898561728666?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2881421898561728666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=2881421898561728666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2881421898561728666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2881421898561728666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/events-management-event-1.html' title='Events Management: Event 1'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/R72vovv9h_I/AAAAAAAAABc/WI9Dd2ecMoY/s72-c/IMG_6344vip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-8990072047252129762</id><published>2008-02-12T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:46:54.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acads'/><title type='text'>The Second Semester</title><content type='html'>Ok... I have a lot to write about... Er backblogging events three months old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's start with the second semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking five classes: Events Management, Integrated Marketing Communications, Theology 131, Philosophy 102,  History 165 with my schedule spanning MWFS. That's right boys and girls, Ozy get's TTH off! Not that it matters because I'm still around campus on meetings, and pretend research, and talks and whatnot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker my MWF involves the three core subjects (histo, theo, and philo) going consecutively from 1:30-4:30. So it's like brains turn to mush right? More on this later. The real problem is my History class is in Sec, my Theo in the ISO, and my Philo in Kostka. That's a lot of marathoning for ten minutes. And you know how classes tend to extend sometimes... The first few days was fine, minimal work, I could still brisk walk to my next classes. But as the days progressed, well... "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?!?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to a discussion on my rather not so rosy academic standing this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING" moment includes my signing up for Events Management. I didn't really ask a lot of people about it. I thought that it would be a class that could improve on my presentation skills, you know pitch an event... Again, and again. But no, the first day when Sir Sev gave us our syllabuses... wait for it... "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!!!" We were supposed to do REAL EVENTS. REAL, with a budget, venue, subject, guests, the whole fricking shebang. Oh and that's in plural form... THREE FRICKIN EVENTS! Of course the quality of my post now wouldn't reflect much of my chagrin because I've already gone through two events (Lots of juicy stories!). But just imagine that anime dude with his hair covering his face with a black background and gigantic sweat drops plus ominous background music. Yeah that was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's history, so meh... But I might say that I have had the good fortune of getting great professors... Well partly because of my Regcom status but regardless, I like my history professors. I guess I just have a motivational problem with regards to studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I'm doing dismally... As usual... Sad... Just sad... Oh and our group report bombed because Tamuneneng (still thinking of a proper name for my laptop) went crazy when we plugged her to the projector at Escaler. Vista is teh suxxorz! Seriously. When we were making the powerpoint, everything was fine. All the links worked. The color was great. But nooooooo. When we plugged it in the color scheme conked out and all the links failed. To top it all off one of the actors didn't memorize her lines. We had a One Vs. One Hundred theme starring Kris Aquino and Inday. Kris was still Kris, and Inday was the smart-aleck English-speaking housemaid. The sad part was the acting was horrible for Inday, as in the interpretation done by my groupmate was the dumb Inday. Kris was fine. Hay... I still don't know our grade. I hope we got a B+, considering we were the first group to report and as Ma'm says, our topic was the most boring. And medyo mababaw naman kaligayahan ni Ma'm... And of course I've been doing horribly in the exams... Just seriously seriously sad... I now only have some recitation, a long test, and the finals to show her I deserve a B... If I can even ace all of the remaining requirements. Oh and did I mention that I was in the seniors' class? So things move way, way faster. Heck I'm having my finals in two weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Events Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;See next post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Integrated Marketing Communications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The course description should've included "laptop required." Ma'm Nonna discusses quite expansively and rapidly. Not that I'm complaining, I'm learning a lot and she teaches a very informative class after all. The problem is that it's seriously hard to take down notes and process the info at the same time. What I don't understand is why she doesn't give us her powerpoint files like Ma'm Borsoto so we can listen to her more intently. Either way that's the only problem in this class. Like Sir Sev, she gets all 4s at the year-end evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me say, I enjoy philosophy. I love the subject and the people behind it. The ideas and the milieus tackled always brings new insight to the times we're living today. But for some reason, I'm doing rather horribly this semester. Discounting the fact that I've been a very bad student, I guess it's the pacing of the class that's gotten me down. We're horribly slow, which is further perpetuated by a certain girl who keeps asking questions. They aren't stupid questions, just annoying questions because they would obviously be answered afterwards. The worst thing is that these questions are credited. I'm bitter I know... Oh well, as sir says, I still have 85%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that, I uber-crammed my other requirement which was a week-long paper. I really, really am sick or something... procrastination is bad... really, really bad.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A separate post on my musings of theology, but this is about the class. I got the infamous Markus Locker of rather unsavory repute. Apart from being very funny, he also has that rather hard to decipher accent. But the real deal? It involves turning a D to a B+ legitimately. Anyways he's not so bad. I just really, really don't find theology interesting. I wanted to get Dacanay but my other class conflicts with "The Legend's" schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-8990072047252129762?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8990072047252129762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=8990072047252129762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8990072047252129762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8990072047252129762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/second-semester.html' title='The Second Semester'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-1146895025387468257</id><published>2007-10-08T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:35:58.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>A few more days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time always seems to slow down during finals... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went through my Philo orals, not really A material but good enough for me to secure that B in the final grade. Getting a B+ however requires some eggs to be offered and chickens to be sacrificed. I hope Sir Soh takes into account the fact that I always have things to discuss with him after the lessons... It's such a waste to have those uncredited towards recitation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I really screwed things over. I bombed the second LT. I'm not saying I studied, I'm not saying I didn't study either... Hay... I really need to fix my study habits. Just a while ago, two hours before my orals I finally printed out all the notes for the thesis questions. Then an hour before my orals, I did the actual studying (you gotta eat something to survive!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy. Just crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; have the pitch for Strat Plan, History finals, final group paper for Comm Res, and my resume for Copywriting (this is killing me... I have no idea what to do...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is long :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty happy with my performance in the last Copywriting class though. We discussed radio ads and as a sort of test we were asked to write a radio ad in the span of an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to read my work out to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after screwing up the previous requirements/churning out mediocre work, this really really qualifies something about my skills as an ad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope this really is the industry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was the first time I had used so much power in a deck hahaha. It felt good :D And my opponents were no less the top contenders of their respective teams. The swiss saw me duking it out with Payabyab, then Cheng, then Mike Juan in order before i got to draw into the top 8. Where Cheng unmercifully beat me... Merchant Scrolls should be restricted I tell you!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless that day was pretty gratifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sad thing to note was the fact that Cheng was considering liquidating/quitting already. It's really sad how quality players are quitting left and right. Just recently Lauren had announced his "retirement", then when I speak to David he says he's thinking about doing the same thing. And now Cheng will be gone as well. That's three of TX's heavyweights gone. Compound the fact that my teammates have also decided to quit, it's rather depressing. Regardless, the vintage community doesn't suffer losses in terms of quantity. Team Budget (rather Big Budget) is showing up in great numbers. It's almost scary, almost half of the people who joined in the tourney were from budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we'll see where the road leads me.. I'm praying my drains arrive soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that fucking bastard rips me off, I am going to get Jaundice to hunt him down. Karma bites. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1146895025387468257?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1146895025387468257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1146895025387468257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1146895025387468257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1146895025387468257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/10/few-more-days.html' title='A few more days'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-4134381255324771055</id><published>2007-10-04T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:04:53.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Jim Carrey: Help Stop the Cruelty in Burma</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwgwkMc__Es"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwgwkMc__Es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-4134381255324771055?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4134381255324771055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=4134381255324771055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4134381255324771055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4134381255324771055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/10/jim-carrey-help-stop-cruelty-in-burma.html' title='Jim Carrey: Help Stop the Cruelty in Burma'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-3587079380007416976</id><published>2007-09-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:39:31.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><title type='text'>Love is about timing.</title><content type='html'>I just finished 2046. Brilliant movie, just brilliant, I've long wanted to watch this since I saw In the Mood of Love a few months back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that quote just really really hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is about timing&lt;/span&gt;. - Mr. Chow, 2046&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is not the time I guess. If I claim to only want a relationship when I am sure to be financially secure then I shouldn't be entertaining thoughts of getting into a relationship right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do it only means that I am looking to fill a certain void in my life right now, oh well nothing a little workaholicism can't fix :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, and with conviction, ACADS MUNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jessica Alba's so hot!!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-3587079380007416976?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3587079380007416976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=3587079380007416976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3587079380007416976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3587079380007416976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-is-about-timing.html' title='Love is about timing.'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-4406551611890692898</id><published>2007-09-26T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:55:55.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Heroes Come Back</title><content type='html'>Heroes S02E01 was great! It really tickles the audiences with all the tensions surrounding each character. I am just quite miffed at how Parkman's first sequence seem rather iffy. I guestimate that the director said, "just improvise," for the sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things to come I supposed with the revelations of the last season as well as the introduction of the new characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy conclusion to Hiro's dad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psyched!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-4406551611890692898?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4406551611890692898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=4406551611890692898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4406551611890692898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4406551611890692898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/09/heroes-come-back.html' title='Heroes Come Back'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-8276377073098289330</id><published>2007-09-20T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:40:30.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>"Women, what is it about them. Can't live, with them or without them!"</title><content type='html'>1. Man A is attracted to Woman A.&lt;br /&gt;2. Woman A is attracted to Man A.&lt;br /&gt;3. Man A and Woman A communicate through a mutually understandable channel.&lt;br /&gt;4. Man A and Woman A become a couple.&lt;br /&gt;5. Man A and Woman A live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it ever this simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's discuss this point by point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers 1 and 2 happen way too often, independently. However if both occur at the same time and place...that's a rare happening. It is not enough that the two individuals have a certain "connection." They must go through number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know men and women aren't the same. We all know men and women don't talk, think, or act in the same way. So does number 3 ever happen? It's called marriage baby, when they're forced to do it, then when they stop they go to the past tense of marriage which threatens the wedding industry according to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confetti Magazine EIC &lt;/span&gt;from the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confetti.&lt;/span&gt; Kidding aside number 3 is when Man A and Woman A live the perfect life of mutual understanding, hope, and lurve. Well not really, that's number 5. Number 3 is when Man A and Woman A can talk about their emotions and eventually do something about it. Which leads us to number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since some people hold the views that the youth today should enjoy teenage life and             wait for the right time before committing physically and emotionally             with someone, then number 4 should be the product of a long and beautiful friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5 is when everything falls into place, the starts hit the right spot, the mountains have moved, Jessica Alba is my wife (hey if Sir Ty can say Sarah Michelle Gellar burns his loins hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why in heaven's name have I made such a stupid post? I don't know. I'm still confused with what I should do. Am I to be presumptuous as to put meaning in what she says in a public channel? Am I so self-absorbed that I think what she says only refers to me? (God I hope she's referring to me, there I said it. But even then, then what??!?!?!!??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is way too confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nteresting trivia I've found out about myself this sem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. When pushed to the limit of sanity and frustration, I laugh uncontrollably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;Hi165 video of doom. We were at Matteo at night doing the cursed video. We had no experience whatsoever with video qualities, file types and what not. After publishing a prototype of a scene we had just finished editing, it came out uber shitty as in the video had to be viewed in the smallest size to have some modicum of clarity. We were screwed. Then Irv came and right-clicked the videos in Adobe Premiere (feeling high-tech kasi kami) and did some sort of scaling thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem.&lt;br /&gt;Solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, JJ, Ed, and I were laughing like crazy, right there at Matteo which looked like it could pass for a call center, the Ateneo Call Center, with Mcdo delivery randomly dropping by provoking us with the hot and tasty food he brought. I felt tears well up under my eyes (you see boys and girls when you've been stuck doing something for oh I don't know 3-5 hours then find out it's screwed up and spend the next 2 hours trying to fix it and then a guy comes in and fixes it in what 3 seconds, YOU GO F@%#ING CRAZY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotable quotable:&lt;br /&gt;Ed, to Irv, "Pwede pasuntok? Isa lang, kanina pa kasi kami eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun doesn't stop there ladies and gentlemen. A few hours later we continue editing but we don't finish. The result? We troop to JJ's house to finish it. We still don't finish and Ed and I leave JJ's house at 4 am. I ask to be dropped at Cubao and I was dropped along the place where the buses wait? Yeah it's quite a walk to the LRT hehe considering I wasn't myself at all. After the long walk I waited for the bloody train to open...at 5. Now that's the earliest I've even been riding the train. All throughout the commute take note my eyes were insanely heavy and I was feeling quite filthy, Cubao without sunlight is not a clean sight. So after the train I take a jeep then walk to my house. I get home at around 6:30. Mom wakes up, there are some exchanges which all leads to "I need sleep." I wake up a couple of hours later and attend my Strat Plan class...Which turned out to be a free cut (It's my only class during TTH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotable quotable:&lt;br /&gt;Alexa, to me, "I feel sorry for you." And she didn't even know what I went through the previous night and morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards calls are made and then I go to JJ's house to do the editing again. This is the night before Atchi leaves to study again by the way. We finish editing after some arguments. And after Adobe Premiere stops exporting the file, we find out the finished product is huge. FREAKING huge. A 12 minute video is 2.55 GB. Real movies that last for 90 minutes can take up 650 MB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start laughing again. The crazy sort of laughing. Until some divine revelation dawned upon us: DVD-R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a cab home and apparently Atchi's flight was 3 pm. Not am. So I wasted some cash taking the cab but either way, fatigue was getting the better of me so I slept. Crazy things happen the next morning as I do some stuff for my sister, both finished and unfinished. I wake up late, proceed to CD-R King to buy the DVDs and go back home. I burn the dvd which takes next to forever. Things go even crazier as apparently no one could drive me to the LRT. I was afraid of running late as I had already cut my Comm Res class to burn the DVD. I speed out of the house, wearing slippers (aha, here lies the reason of my viral infection, insofar as I have deduced...)&lt;br /&gt;and rush to school. Now while I was on the train, specifically at V. Mapa, JJ calls me and asks if I am going to make it to school on time. Apparently the class had already started and I was officially late. Twenty minutes later I zoom to class and submit it, afraid that the submission would no longer be counted because I was late. I already had a speech in mind if Sir Dave would not accept the DVD. It went along the lines of I almost got run over, twice; got bumped by a trike, etc. But thanks be to God, class time is submission time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that's quite a weird story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. I cannot work without eating something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;Hi165 again, zoom in JJ's semi-empty cupboards. Zoom into JJ's thought bubbles, "Ano kaya ipapakain ko dito?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing the Review of Related Literature for the Comedy Bars paper, there are candy bar wrappers in my pseudo-workspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I take a Philo LT I'm bringing food. Oh by the way, I bombed the Philo LT... I think I have some explaining to Sir Soh when he corrects my paper hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. When sabaw, I listen to stupid music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;Comm Res deadlines... I type. Winamp churns out Anime, and quite recently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/span&gt;. I'm currently finding a torrent of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Moffatts&lt;/span&gt; to feed my idiosyncrasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;QUIT PLAYING GAMES WITH MY &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean this... Please, I want some peace of mind, and you... if that isn't too much to ask :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. I have been Leonardized with regards to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;Once a week I have lechon. Once a week I eat at the teahouse (Golden Fortune liit is open again btw!! Happiness!) DAMN YOU HONGKONG EXPRESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Pocket Tanks is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;Strat Plan, Sir is discussing, I'm playing. This is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. I have notes though :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. I'm a sucker for Chinese girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not say. But oddly enough all of my crushes are Chinese. Not that I'm a racist in that respect. Jessica Alba is Latinanese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. MAGIS ako, minsan nga lang at sa maling oras pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;Going to consultation, attending class. Problem is I'm only MAGIS after the worst has hit. ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Malas ako sa ADMU team kapag nanunuod ako ng game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;I only ever watched a crucial game once. It was the game three of ADMU and DLSU. And ADMU lost. It's a sign I tell you!!! A SIGN!!! And and... It was Mutya's second time to watch, and both times that she watched ADMU lost. I'm not crazy! It's true, it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana manalo kami, I want a bonfire at Bellarmine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Boon" is a fun word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to have had coined it in the other context that it's being spread throughout ADMU. Well... Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the chocolate talking. Tomorrow I co-host Mid-Autumn Gratia. Woot! I wonder if I get to join the dice game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish this damn typing job, it's almost October for crying out loud and I'm barely halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester is about to end. And unless I pull miracles out of miracles I probably won't be able to make the Dean's List... Sad... oh well, I'm taking Dacanay next sem. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formula for the last few sentences in my post:&lt;br /&gt;Random thought, sad reflection, bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-8276377073098289330?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8276377073098289330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=8276377073098289330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8276377073098289330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8276377073098289330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/09/women-what-is-it-about-them-cant-live.html' title='&quot;Women, what is it about them. Can&apos;t live, with them or without them!&quot;'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-9197825512713881088</id><published>2007-09-15T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:45:35.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acads'/><title type='text'>It sucks to get sick</title><content type='html'>There are few moments in my academic career that I can truly describe myself as MAGIS. When I got sick the past week, that would be one of them, of course in the dumbest sense. My fever started when I made my way back home on Monday. With mind-numbing pain, aching joints, and fever, I took the jeep then walked the rest of the way home. When I got home, I slept. And slept. And slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced myself to go to school the following days until the fourth day when my family started getting worried as the fever hadn't broken. I had a cbc platelet test and then went to the doctors. So apparently, I have a virus thingy, not dengue though. Up to now I'm not sure if I'm perfectly well yet. I'll have to get a full blood chemistry done, see if my platelets are back on a healthy level and if the rest of my body is intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what did I do after my fever broke? Comm Res.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now because of Comm Res, viewing pornography, playing DotA, going in gay bars, laughing at comedy bars, etc, are now considered academic research :D So our group went to Zirkoh on Friday to do our research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah, booze :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time in a comedy bar and it was pretty fun. It kind of annoyed me how a large chunk of filler action was happening when the performers sang. But when the jokes came, they really brought the house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had to have permission from the management, we weren't allowed to conduct interviews that day. So it was just participant observation. It was quite fascinating to note the quirks of the Philippines comedy scene. We're still going to analyze this strange fixation of Filipinos and the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreigners were also around Zirkoh, that day there were Americans, a Malaysian, and Russians. Allan K was pretty up front and at em whities. He showed them the otso-otso and when the American (who was pretty good looking) couldn't do it, he showed him a "new" one that is supposed to be launched daw. The onse-onse, which involved putting ones hands on their waist while doing pelvic thrusts. His instructions were then, ok you do the onse-onse, I'll do the otso-otso, and he began to bend over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously shocking. I had no idea that Filipinos were very open and tongue-in-cheek with matters of sexuality and practices. Funny trivia, gay people think pussies look like tarantulas: they're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we'll be doing another round of research. This time it's Francis M. headlining. We'll see what the night brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah... MORE BOOZE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-9197825512713881088?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/9197825512713881088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=9197825512713881088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/9197825512713881088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/9197825512713881088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-sucks-to-get-sick.html' title='It sucks to get sick'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-6592409802504972644</id><published>2007-09-07T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T07:39:06.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROD'/><title type='text'>Manila Book Fair</title><content type='html'>I missed the proxy tourney last Sunday because I volunteered for &lt;a href="http://read-or-die.org/bagonglibro/"&gt;Read or Die&lt;/a&gt;. Pretty good stuff. I didn't get to hang out at the book fair because I was assigned at the forums. Interesting though being a runner/Anvil's bitch (as Mia so fondly puts it) as I ran into a lot of friends along the way, both from relatives to Ateneo to SJCS (several batches.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about the day was being able to listen to the guest speakers. I was really impressed with the panels of speakers. Tin, the organizer, did a great job putting that bit together.  It was seriously insane how she managed to recall everything she had researched about all the speakers! Seriously, those are CVs of each panelist. That's just insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way the panelists ranged from all sides of the book creating team, from writers to artists to publishers; critics to readers! It was great sitting through the whole day just listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been inspired to give writing a try haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next year's activities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-6592409802504972644?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6592409802504972644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=6592409802504972644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6592409802504972644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6592409802504972644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/09/manila-book-fair.html' title='Manila Book Fair'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-3546326606985487171</id><published>2007-08-23T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:26:17.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month since I've updated this blog. Good lord what have I been up to... I guess blogging about HP7 and the HP5 movie would be quite old news. Even the typhoon days have passed... Except I didn't have that much of a break considering I was always either in school or at JJ's house filming for our whang bang shebang history requirement (only Lozada's students can get it.) Anyway, the reason why I decided to blog today was because something made me smile this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how seeing certain people make you smile. And when they smile back, it seems that your day has been well... made...(even though I still had to get to class, visit a store, hand in some cash, contact some people...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt nice. For a change. To smile... am I getting infatuated again???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I've been a sissy for a long time regarding women. There's one I need to have a serious heart-to-heart with. One who I want to catch up to. And some... well... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man up Ozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, smile :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-3546326606985487171?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3546326606985487171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=3546326606985487171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3546326606985487171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3546326606985487171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/08/smile_23.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-8011310331275319516</id><published>2007-08-23T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:18:31.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>In retrospect</title><content type='html'>These days, with my sister in town, I often find myself thinking about my high school days...of how I was as a person, of my convictions, passions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect I can say I was a very misguided individual, who claimed to be a realist just because he thought in the most depressing and plausible way. With such views I conducted myself in my day-to-day thinking. But as I looked into my relationships with people, with the people who I call my true friends, with the people who I have hurt, with the people who have hurt me; I find that I was quite the idealist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convictions and principles that I fought for were quite fanciful. Looking back at the limits of jurisdictions given to teachers and students in SJCS and my reactions to them, I was always doing my thing (not my best) to attain a certain semblance to a certain model that I had grown into accepting. Work at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Judenites &lt;/span&gt;I thought had to be professional (deadlines can be excused :D,) there is a certain pecking order (and I deserved my spot for spending 6 years in that paper!), a certain protocol, a certain system. These things I thought should be preserved. These things that really don't matter because you're just in some shitty high school paper. Because principles don't really matter back then, it's just do your work in any form whatsoever and kiss ass to the top. I was in too much of a hurry...too "professional." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the way, if any undergrads in the paper are reading this, ask for a detailed breakdown of the publication fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same thing with the varsity, I expected people to conduct themselves in a certain matter. And again I pushed too far for people who just didn't care, and in the end were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm in college when these things matter. I quit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;GUIDON because it was TOO professional and another reason... My actions in my orgs are relaxed and unrefined. Where is the Osmond in high school I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really knows how to throw those curveballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go back to high school, fix my life there and enjoy my college life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-8011310331275319516?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8011310331275319516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=8011310331275319516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8011310331275319516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8011310331275319516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-retrospect.html' title='In retrospect'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-410253276310452247</id><published>2007-07-03T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:38:42.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Ok, I haven't had the chance to watch Ocean's 13 and Transformers. I think I'll just download the former, and with the latter I hope Direq doesn't forget that we're watching it together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was able to watch just recently are:&lt;br /&gt;Cyrano de Bergerac&lt;br /&gt;You Got Served&lt;br /&gt;Evan Almighty (God bless the internet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyrano de Bergerac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this movie was from 1990 with Gerrard Depardieu playing the lead. All I can say is that it's a must see. Depardieu shows why when non-French people hear the words "French actor," his name pops up. Brilliant acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Got Served&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm contemplating downloading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stomp the Yard&lt;/span&gt; now. This movie was just I don't know... lacking a whole lot of stuff, from acting to script, of course nothing on choreo (amazing dance moves!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just annoying how there are instances when the actors look like they forget their lines. The characters are just meh. It offers no new insights whatsoever as well as possibly painting a negative picture to whities and Asians. Call me paranoid but the ethnic differences between the groups and the character attachments are quite evident. And the whole Lil' Kim? WHAT THE HECK? She looked really weird there, and her script was exactly like what it is, a script. There is no trace of reality with what she was saying. Oh and the "father figure" big black guy whatever his name was? Just brushing off celeb security? WTF? Seriously, they should have pushed this character further I mean you can't really see how he's supposed to know everything when all he does at the start of the movie is host the dance contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evan Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a really really great movie. Of course there already is a suspension of belief about the seriousness of the characters. I mean Wanda Sykes as a congressman's assistant? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie plays around a lot with the characters. There's a lot of puns and figurative language going on that contribute to the humor of the movie. Note major corporate sponsorship from General Electric and Idiot's Guide :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously the story and the direction were excellent. The camera angles show clearly the characters "God" and "Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story this time is God calls Evan Baxter who's campaign slogan is "Change the World" to change the world after Baxter prays to God for the ability to do so. God sets Baxter with Noah's (of Ark fame) job. And from then on the story erupts to include the various themes of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following its predecessor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruce Almighty, Evan Almighty &lt;/span&gt;hosts several of the usual explanation to God's nature. The implications on prayer, faith, and fellowship are quite strong. It is shown quite clearly how men of faith are called by God and discriminate against by the populace. It is a clear symbol of how people act when they see things bigger than themselves playing in their lives. It really is a masterfully-written script, you have to see it to understand the nuances of the characters of the movie. And in the end, there is a very beautiful message for all of us, but there's a spoiler alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Ark" is given by the movie a new meaning. It is termed as an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ct of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;andom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;indness. Despite is literal figure given in the movie, the Ark symbolizes that each person has the power to change the world by helping each other out. Just as the litereal Ark works on a form of contagion (population increase) thus so is the treatment of random acts of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-410253276310452247?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/410253276310452247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=410253276310452247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/410253276310452247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/410253276310452247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/07/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-3585605784975876564</id><published>2007-07-03T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:20:34.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>"Well you just work here!"</title><content type='html'>This is a very very overdue post. I had thought about blogging about this since...a few months ago when my relatives from Canada and my family went to Greenbelt to shop. We were at Greenbelt whatever, that place with the fancy shops and little to no people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a while my cousin started to notice that the salesladies and salesnotquitemen were giving the "customers" once overs. And thus the title of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you just work here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how people are able to put themselves on pedestals and then proceed to judge and condemn other people? Oh yeah, without deserving to be on those pedestals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really bad management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*trivia, after converting some stuff are more expensive HERE than in Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-3585605784975876564?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3585605784975876564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=3585605784975876564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3585605784975876564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3585605784975876564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-you-just-work-here.html' title='&quot;Well you just work here!&quot;'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-421241443499737849</id><published>2007-07-03T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:16:00.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Confused. Tired.</title><content type='html'>July 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8 am, I wake up, then there's this eureka moment. "Isn't today the deadline for the Comm Res review of literature?" I scramble for my notebook and check. Yes. There in clean and plain writing was: Deadline: July 2. And for two weeks I had thought it was July 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is at 9:30-10:30. That is the deadline as well. I am so screwed... Getting to AdMU takes an hour in commuting. How much more time will I have to write that damned paper. Oh and I'm supposed to have at least 5 journal articles as sources. I'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring my laptop to school, head over to the lib and start the measly paper. After 5 hours I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really disappointing. I need a better reminder system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-421241443499737849?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/421241443499737849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=421241443499737849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/421241443499737849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/421241443499737849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/07/confused-tired.html' title='Confused. Tired.'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-4139672118919034024</id><published>2007-06-17T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T08:28:57.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>The next time somebody says "beware of sugar rush" I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many updates but my list of things to do is quite long, as usual. Procrastinating is EVIL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make time for the important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol I can't quite remember why I'm blogging right now but oh wells. Til the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-4139672118919034024?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4139672118919034024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=4139672118919034024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4139672118919034024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4139672118919034024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-1537064943100033358</id><published>2007-06-09T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:58:02.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Summer Daze</title><content type='html'>A rather uneventful summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RegCom first sem has officially, but not technically, ended and now I'm home. I'm pretty grateful for a lot of things right now. Like the 7 hour sleep I'll be getting. I just hope my sore left eye heals, as well as my cold sores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this RegCom session, I've met a lot of new people. It's a fun experience but ultimately quite taxing on one's physical and mental health. Either way I've had my fill of enjoyment, school starts quite soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I played Ultimate Frisbee (dramatic music) yesterday! Fun times, though I seriously  suck at catching the damn frisbee, in the "assist" part, I'm pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the banquet and Rana and I sang Crazy For You. Well Rana sang and I dramatized :p I really, really have to fix my inhibitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1537064943100033358?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1537064943100033358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1537064943100033358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1537064943100033358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1537064943100033358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-daze.html' title='Summer Daze'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-8762031770330671034</id><published>2007-05-30T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T05:04:35.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Independent Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it’s my second night alone in Mau’s pad. I must say living alone is quite enjoyable. I’m cooking my own food; stuffing my laundry somewhere-I-can’t-smell-them-until-I-start-to-and-then-I’ll pop-them-in-the-cleaners. Not bad. I’m back to prepaid for a few days, and for some reason I can’t log into my YM account. I still have so much to do… I need sleep. RegCom stuff again tomorrow. Cooking really eats up a lot of my time, not to mention washing the dishes and pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I have to finish this typing job! And why the hell do I keep forgetting to buy toilet paper?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stealing Candy from a Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a big, scary place. People aren’t who they seem to be, whether they intend to or not. Not everyone sees the world as you do. As surely as you say one thing is the truth, the next person is also as sure to say another thing is the truth. Truth, is opined. The world is subjective, one’s ethics doesn’t reflect the other. Trust is a very tough issue. How can a person entrust something to someone? How can someone put himself/herself out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bawal Umihi Dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes my fellow Ateneans, I‘m waaaaaaay behind on the reflection paper, but it just came to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People create spaces where they are in control, where they rule. These places are so special because in our world today, each person is assigned tasks. There are roles that each person plays, and every time he/she fulfills the duties those roles entail, he/she answers to someone higher up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the stress, it is easy to see why people need to lay claim to objects, or spaces, or traits. “Mine” is empowerment. “Mine” is triumph over authority. “Mine” is possession. And when these personal spaces are usurped, one loses his/her hold on himself/herself. And the usurper, willingly or unwillingly, takes away something special from a person and gains something that may or may not be special to him. The scales may be balanced but the objects on the scale aren’t the same. For example, a person may mean lust to another or companionship to another person. And the objects (for lack of a better term) taken define themselves differently as well. Life is an amalgam of definitions and subtexts. Living in our day and age takes a certain cognitive intuition. Sounds strange doesn’t it, because I‘m pretty sure I‘m using a wrong term but forgive me, it‘s 12:50 in the morning…? But think about it, an average person goes out, throughout the day he/she will meet a lot of people. This includes the passers-by, policemen, waiters, not only one’s co-workers or fellow students. What makes you trust these people. Of course they aren’t going to randomly take out a knife and stab you to death (but you never know lol…) but the thing is, how do you know what thoughts each person you run into entertain? How many people are megalomaniacs? How many people feel like they ought to kill someone? How many people feel that they can trust you? With your cognitive intuition, you try hard to assess that person and see if you can let that person into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience is the best teacher, that is how we can sharpen our ability to tell apart who to trust and who not to trust. Because eventually, you will let someone into your heart, and they will break it. And I’m not just speaking in the romantic sense, or love in all it’s baggage for that matter. All we can do is pick up the pieces and make sure these things don’t happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey theoretically you are bound to run into people who you connect with. These are the people whom you read about in all those inspirational texts. These are your real friends. You know like having one real friend is a fortunate thing and all that. Not “best,” “real.” There’s a difference because with real friends, trust becomes easy, love becomes a familiarity. These are the people who will willingly sacrifice themselves to help each other without a quid pro quo subtext. These are the people who will share their lives with you. These are the people who will be beside you as you live and die. And of course, you will reciprocate that trust and do as much as you can for those friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm…I’ll stop now, I think I have to start pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watchlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ve got a couple of stuff to watch here for when I get bored, which I often do but for some reason never really get a fair amount of time to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cyrano de Bergerac&lt;/span&gt; (Woot got subs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady in the Water&lt;/span&gt; (It wouldn‘t play in the DVD player…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y Tu Mama Tambien&lt;/span&gt; (heehee…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of God&lt;/span&gt; (I know I‘m way behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darker Than Black&lt;/span&gt; (Saw the first episode and it seemed kinda meh but I’ve downloaded up until episode 7. We’ll see if it is worth continuing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/span&gt; (Seeing Sai in The Wedding Singer show reminded me that I have yet to watch it and return it to her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And up next in the download spree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;History Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spammalot Bootleg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicked Bootleg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some more librettos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-8762031770330671034?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8762031770330671034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=8762031770330671034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8762031770330671034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8762031770330671034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/05/independent-days.html' title='Independent Days'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-1857576605011014690</id><published>2007-05-22T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:13:02.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.... DSL is good. :D Torrents... mm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharpies... whee......:D Me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in the process of getting drains again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm in a production, a double bill entitled Not Another Cup of Coffee from Roofdeck Productions. I'm really having a lot of fun and things are going...well not great since I'm not delivering as much as my boss likes but things are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really love about it is the pegs that I have been given. And thus my bosses have introduced me to this show. Hahaha addictions galore. This is the first straight-up sitcom I've followed and seen in a while. And I'm enjoying it a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be performing around August. Nood kayo ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Girlfriend Who Lives in Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To those who get the allusion good for you. But no I am referring to my relatives who have come over to Manila for a while. That being said I think I will be out and about these next few days until my RegCom duties drag me out of the house for two weeks of hellish and ultimately fulfilling volunteer work. Going to be living in Mau's pad. Woot! That's at least 2 hours of extra sleep EVERY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1857576605011014690?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1857576605011014690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1857576605011014690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1857576605011014690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1857576605011014690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-7401761924469323933</id><published>2007-05-22T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:05:45.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Some reviews</title><content type='html'>The Pursuit of Happyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very inspiring and well-made script, refined with great casting and acting makes a movie great. People should flock to see this if they want a tear-jerker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Banquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is quite an amazing story. Though I feel the movie was trying hard to become an art film with all the excess scene and symbolic devices shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically The Banquet revolves around the treacheries/trickeries of the leading lady. It really hearkens the days of vile court officials and poisonous alliances. And even with the politicking there is the recurring idea of love which just makes the movie brilliant. And of course the accurate and exquisite portrayal of the life and times of the Chinese court!!! Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crafting of the characters are excellent, from the innocent servant to the haughty empress! Brilliant work! And the ending was exquisite! After that well-delivered speech, her death was just so unexpected and that made for a great coup d' grace ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhang Zi Yi kinda has this scary smile/look doesn't she? When she smiles with her teeth out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House of Flying Daggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Nothing much to see here. Not much emphasis on the relevance of the House of Flying Daggers... The movie centers on a love triangle, with lots of fighting in between! The knife-throwing scenes are just well um... off. Great fight scenes though! But anyway there are strong themes of love, duty, and fanaticism involves here. Great plot twists but all in all a very weak script makes for a meh movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing from the start of this movie. This is sheer genius. The exposition at the dinner table was just golden. After hearing those exchanges you KNOW it's going to be a brilliant movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it's an excellent laugh trip even without reading into the script for deeper subtexts. And the script! Masterfully written! When the father said "good luck" I was already applauding the movie! And the daughter was just exceptional in the stock character of a curious and innocent child. Her exchanges with the Miss America was it? about ice cream really emphasizes how children view consequences and role models. From the start of the film one could already see that the themes of beauty and judgment would be running all through-out the movie. As the father's program is further explained the definitions of winners and losers are in themselves words of brilliant script writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole "life is a beauty pageant" was a recurring concept throughout the movie. The brother who committed suicide kept saying that he was America's number 1 scholar as a sign that he still clings to his laurels. To the father, winning and losing is the beauty pageant. To the grandfather, the beauty pageant is his family. To the mother...well holding things together I guess but I think I have to watch the movie again to see her tie into this concept. The son explained the whole concept! To the daughter the apparent physical beauty pageant is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenes of the Little Miss Sunshine Pageant were quite disturbing as those little girls were literally dolled up. The skanky clothing and routines? Or over-rouged and sprayed hair? The clothes? They all stand in contrast to our heroine who goes about the pageant as bluntly as a stone. But that is our culture as the son says. Everything is a fucking beauty pageant. Has our lives been transformed to hold a judgmental image culture? The whole porn star routine, though tagged as inappropriate for the conventional talents and shows, further illustrates the message that everything in life that we do is judged by other. Conventions and traditions are held sacred and those that seek to break the status quo aren't given any dinero for their time. This is quite a serious implication but I do mean, in the context of the story since the girl didn't know what she was doing, that people are being processed and compacted to meet expectations. Beauty pageants are homogenizing each and every single event in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending can bring its viewers to tears because the scenes were just so damn funny. As the family joins in the porn star dancing, they illustrate the defiance they have with those who dare step on people's dreams. And with their display of rather funny choreography they have solidified their positions as family. No judgments, no beauty pageant. To each his own niche in the family on the verge of breaking down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-7401761924469323933?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7401761924469323933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=7401761924469323933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7401761924469323933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7401761924469323933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-reviews.html' title='Some reviews'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-4202475049883171427</id><published>2007-05-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:20:33.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Spiderman 3 Review</title><content type='html'>Spiderman 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right this is one of the big 3s! (Pirates, Shrek) And after months of anticipation...........................&lt;br /&gt;What a let-down. Sure the action scenes were great. But come on the movie should have been edited or something to trim it down to 2 hours. It saw like a TV series. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will Mary Jane ever pick the man she truly loves, find out during the next episode where [DEUS EX MACHINA] the butler reveals all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Previously on Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;"You were always a disappointment, Harry."&lt;br /&gt;"Avenge ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(Scene opens. Harry sits on a couch, a therapist has just stepped out to take a leak.)&lt;br /&gt;"Damn daddy issues."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jazz music. Peter enters with the "changed man look.")&lt;br /&gt;Peter comes out of a shop with a new ensemble and starts doing his disturbing dances.&lt;br /&gt;"You can't sing, you can't dance. What are you even here for?"&lt;br /&gt;(American Idol theme plays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OK, seriously. The movie did have its moments. Things just weren't really cohesive. And Raimi's penchant for side comments and shenanigans really doesn't help. Some of them may be important with the character build-up but with 2 frickin movies prior to this I highly doubt if you need that much bullshit/extra scenes to build the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can remember:&lt;br /&gt;1. The waiter at the restaurant where Peter was supposed to propose. It was funny but they could've cut down 2 minutes from there.&lt;br /&gt;2. Harry telling his Butler to get some food. Apparently this signals that the Osbourne family actually has a butler.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mary Jane and Harry dancing to the Twist. Now there might be some symbolic reference to the Twist but the whole thing was just a fun moment. On that note, Mary Jane you skanky whore! And you Parker, moron! Same with the fallen omelet. Fallen friendship. Sad really... Or maybe I'm over-reading.&lt;br /&gt;4. The singing of Mary Jane's replacement. And the "That was handled (something something)" by the directors. The whole Mary Jane losing the role because her voice couldn't reach the back just doesn't make sense. Did everyone get a good look at that theater? I mean some people have loud voices but I doubt if people could sing and have everyone hear without a frickin microphone. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venom. Erm... As Kester pointed out, the only reason why SpideyVenom was uber strong was because Spiderman already had his own powers. Where did Venom get his powers? Hm...? He was so pissed that he got so strong? Or maybe the symbiote absorbed Peter's powers... (Maybe this one, something I didn't pay attention to while the good doctor was explaining.) Which leads us to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor... something. :D I'm sorry but with what sort of materials are you able to understand and diagnose the symbiote. It's so Marvel really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandman. WTF was he even doing in the movie?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;"He could learn a thing or two from Gaara"- Bola.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha good one. Since apparently he was the one who killed Uncle Ben, the script writers just debased the whole "With great power comes great responsibility" scthick that was so essential in the molding of Spiderman's character. Oh speaking of crappy script writing, we move on to the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butler. I wonder if Stewey actually possessed the Butler in Spidermans 1 and 2 and then signed a contract that made him miss a Spiderman 3 appearance. Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right boys. Fight to the death! While I take all your armaments and wealth to rule the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!L33t eleventy-one!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON! SERIOUSLY, the Butler is the sign that the script writers seriously didn't know what they had to do to have the movie progress to the epic friendship pawns the world Naruto psychobabble! I mean they had to wait 2 movies? WHAT? Pathetic writing. Which leads us to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry. I have no idea how many times he flashed the "dumb jock smile" but it sure got the girls' votes. Because I don't think he ever smiled that way in Spiderman 1. Yep daddy issues... When he helped Spiderman it was quite apparent that he was going to die. Why? Love triangle stuff that apparently the script writer didn't want to pursue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Which moves us on to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane. I dunno but she may have been the start of the emo stuff. EMO you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter. Disturbing. Very disturbing. But very well-performed by Toby Maguire. I just think it was exaggerated. But hey it's Raimi so those little vignettes sorta kinda make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we progress through the movie people can (well maybe over-reading) pick up some racist stuff. Notice the impotent cops. Of what skin are they...? Hm... But who knows I may be just over-reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying part of the movie was the whole AMERICA PAWNS EVERYTHING crap. I mean all the whole 911 allusions? Newscaster talking, scene location? AND THE MOST GOLDEN MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture... Remember when he was web-slinging around New York and he stops and has a MOMENT with the American Flag as a backdrop. Erm yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD! That was a very blatant American propaganda scene. But of course I'm just reacting to it because I'm not an American...Damn them why couldn't they have had made the Philippines one of their states way back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-4202475049883171427?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4202475049883171427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=4202475049883171427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4202475049883171427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4202475049883171427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3-review.html' title='Spiderman 3 Review'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-2255553452938511120</id><published>2007-05-10T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T08:22:16.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>WTF Ad!!! And no not in the pretty sense.</title><content type='html'>Anyone seen the Gago ang Oposisyon ads? If not, head over &lt;a href="http://misteryosa.com/253/gago-ang-oposisyon-tv-ad/#comment-6448"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks to Shari Cruz (Misteryosa) and Lincaotun for spreading the word about it's existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen it yet? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what in the world is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this even legal in our country? What did the Adboard have to say to this ad or "public service announcement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just funny how the ad was paid for the Friends Against Crime and Corruption (FACC). How aptly names. People who give a FACC. But kidding aside, I hope these FACCers, um yeah, do show their faces and actually do something in the future. Assuming of course that this is an altruistic organization bent to saving the Philippines from crime and corruption. They've spend quite a fortune already with the airing of their ad now I wonder what else they will be doing with their money, wherever they got that from. Hm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if your like most skeptics, then you probably know that these FACCers are related to the tutas (oh yeah we love puns) Team Unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the ad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tune and lyrics are rather catchy, well-made and well-written to be perfectly fair with them. Kinda sticks to the head doesn't it? Hm... Psychological warfare! (JAUNDICE IS BEHIND THIS!!! BE WARNED ROFL! erm to non-Judenite readers just excuse this.) But seriously come on, eventually this will be stuck in the heads of the people who view these ads. Whether you follow the psychobabble, it HAS an effect. I'm not sure what but I've taken it up in Comm Theory, lolz this is bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with the imagery. I don't really understand why they have to censor those faces if they are already defaming a certain group then already the attachments are quite apparent. Not familiar? Refer to the ad of DLSU advising parents to invest wisely using the University Rankings Survey results as a backdrop. Was this some sort of ethic/moral issue? Haven't the FACCers realized that their vehicle for their message had already thrown any modicum of ethics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With "Barkada ni Erap" in the lyrics we can deduce (albeit not totally accurately, like I said maybe the FACCers are altruistic Filipinos) that the enemies of Erap have created this ad. Who is the greatest enemy of Erap? Hm... Gee I wonder who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi man lang nagsorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This throws all sensibility out the window! In case people haven't notice the Mole of Asia (damn puns!!!) is still sitting comfortably, skipping meals from time to time but still up there in the top, despite CHEATING IN THE ELECTIONS! SHE FREAKING APOLOGIZED! Which apparently given that line in the ad is ENOUGH to appease the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly find this amusing. Just think about it. Let's imagine you guys are in some other country, say America. And for your homework, you've been asked by your professor to read up on the Philippine Elections for president, apparently there was something juicy there. And you read about this Gloria lady and how she duped her whole country. What would you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smart girl&lt;/span&gt;!"  ??           or           "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dumb country&lt;/span&gt;!"  ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the heck are we able to look at our children in their faces when they ask us about this? Imagine with those Shrek 2 Puss in Boots eyes your children, asking "What did you do after?" This whole Hello Garci thing will after all be written in the history books. But I guess that's digging up old baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ad is a wake-up call, and the Philippines has had many already; of how morals are thrown about in this country, of what politicians' motivations are, of what the future holds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the voters, the future of the Philippines is in your hands!    ...Barring Hello Garci shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot, but seriously, this IS a democratic nation. Let's practice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the future senators (why Miriam are you not running...), I hope you guys do your jobs well. Correctly, honestly, and most importantly guilt-freely. It is amusing to note that the Philippines is the most religious country in Asia. But looking at the slums and the government processes of the Philippines, how could one prove the statistics awarding the Philippines with this title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the corrupt officials are religious, for with their actions I highly doubt if their reservations in hell could be set in stone any harder. That is if they are religious. If they aren't well, karma and all. What comes around goes around, in this lifetime or the next. Enjoy that Pork Barrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT, I just saw the ad while surfing. At the end it tells the viewers to go to Youtube to download the song! WHAT THE HECK!!! IS THAT LEGAL!!! I wonder what Youtube authorities have to say about that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-2255553452938511120?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2255553452938511120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=2255553452938511120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2255553452938511120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2255553452938511120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/05/wtf-ad-and-no-not-in-pretty-sense.html' title='WTF Ad!!! And no not in the pretty sense.'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-853273118087916654</id><published>2007-05-02T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T03:52:22.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Days are going by...</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's May... That's one more month before my duties in RegCom take over and I miss summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have done... well... not much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, it's been postponed since apparently I have brachycardia so I can't be cleared for surgery.&lt;br /&gt;So I've got to increase my heart rate and have it in the stable rate... hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acquisitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm beside with happiness! I just got my own laptop. So after all of high school and 2 years of college, I have my own computer! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recently bought a 250gb external hard disk. I'm not really sure why I did it but I'm sure it'll come in handy over the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killing Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to tickle the ivories, well plastic/resin... After all, I just printed a whole slew of music sheets of songs that I would love to master. And after a couple minutes of struggling to read the notes and putting everything together, I have concluded that I suck at playing the piano... I've got no technique, no sight-reading skills, no play by ear skills, no mastery of the keys, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad really, I guess I'll have to teach myself everything, the orthodox way.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-853273118087916654?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/853273118087916654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=853273118087916654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/853273118087916654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/853273118087916654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/05/days-are-going-by.html' title='Days are going by...'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-3615701782334207885</id><published>2007-04-23T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:38:43.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Drains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/RizEVS5jCUI/AAAAAAAAABM/p16vggMVaCU/s1600-h/drain3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/RizEVS5jCUI/AAAAAAAAABM/p16vggMVaCU/s320/drain3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056632351759731010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah...Just having some withdrawal symptoms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/RizEVi5jCVI/AAAAAAAAABU/tk_3jFOMc30/s1600-h/drain8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/RizEVi5jCVI/AAAAAAAAABU/tk_3jFOMc30/s320/drain8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056632356054698322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I know they're in good hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about playing less vintage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-3615701782334207885?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3615701782334207885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=3615701782334207885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3615701782334207885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3615701782334207885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/04/bye-bye-drains.html' title='Bye Bye Drains'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/RizEVS5jCUI/AAAAAAAAABM/p16vggMVaCU/s72-c/drain3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-1086190451546323127</id><published>2007-04-16T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:44:43.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The past few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes that is grammatically correct, in some sense. I love Cha-cha, Ms. Joy Alano's dog :D&lt;br /&gt;I never liked dogs, well most probably the people associated with the dogs but still. I liked this one, let's see if I can steal a picture one of these days. LOL cute and cuddly! It kept gnawing at my hands and covering me with dog slobber though but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any schedule conflicts over the summer?&lt;br /&gt;Free...I'm so pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I'm bumming! I'm watching DVDs, playing the piano and violin (hopefully), mastering photoshop, cleaning my room (in progress), reading tons of books, cooking, altering some cards (once I find my sharpies dammit! I want some!) etc. Maybe if someone could hook me up with a summer job? I'd be pretty grateful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, I just auditioned for a role for Roofdeck Productions and things turned out all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at the Alano residence was pretty cool! Nice to be around fun and friendly theater-goers! Finally got to watch Pride and Prejudice, yeah all of us wanted something from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I want Mr. Darcy&lt;br /&gt;Mia: I love that dress, I want it (Referring to Keira Knightley's gown)&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy: Let's share her, you take the dress and I'll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the auditions and cold reading we were watching the best leading ladies in musical theater, well in a certain time anyway, great stuff :D then I scooted over to the MANI party then we scooted over the MAX3D for an impromptu DotA session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same hero Shandelzare=HEADACHE! Why couldn't we get a bobo hero like Kardel or Naix or lesser evils like Zeus (joke) Chen, Yurnero, any hero without STUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right guys sugod, STUN! STUN! SWAP! ST...SWAP! SWAP! STUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT I got a measly 2.88, none of the teachers who I expected to give me a higher grade did! And I even got a lower grade because of that damn SA ethno study (to my partner, I still hope you burn in hell for the pathetic excuse of homework you did [and almost did not do])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT! No final advertising class for me... DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to DL, I have 4 sems left, hear me pawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cut and Paste, Gio's Side Event Finals Coverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dawgie da pogi productions bring you... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insert here some Kenny G music…. Yung pang-romansa na type… )&lt;br /&gt;(tenen-nenen.. tenen-nenen-nenen-nenen-nen… teeeeeennnnn-nen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--sizeo:4--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 100%;font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;!--/sizeo--&gt;A BrokeBack Finals Tourney Report&lt;!--sizec--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/sizec--&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Event Finals April 15, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--sizeo:5--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 100%;font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;!--/sizeo--&gt;The Duel Between the Mighty Bomberman Spapartans and the Baklelong Oath Persians of Xerxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--sizec--&gt;&lt;!--/sizec--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan (jester) vs Osmond (scribe888)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two has met in the center of the playing area and were taking a look at their cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Allan’s super duper lucky topdecking of Black Lotus prevail and win the tournament just like his match with Lance in the semis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will Osmond’s deck where everyone calls it gay Oath (well… most players here call Oath gay anyway…) stand and make everyone tremble just like the scene where Xerxes’s fingers tapped on the spapartan’s shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Nigz ever change his shirt when he plays a tourney? Will the Mythril Sando Shirt ever go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever stop making brokeback comments? Will everyone ever stop making brokeback comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will that lady that had those great assets be back in BCI for me to see? A lot saw her while I was writing down the scenes!!! Damn it!! Hindi tinuro sa akin ni Andrew!! ^#%^$@%^$%^%$^%$^#%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we will see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1…. FIGHT! (With that Voice from Streetfighter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The die roll began and Allan won the die roll. Allan mulls to 6 and was good. Osmond was good with his hand as well. Allan starts the game with an Island and go (I can’t remember if it was a foil island). Osmond then proceeds with a Polluted Delta, breaks it for Underground Sea, and then plays his Chah-nees I know kung-fu Imperial Seal (bling count starts from here?) then says go. Allan then drops a Wasteland and rips it against the Underground Sea. Osmond then proceeds with a Flooded Strand and says go. Allan plays Plains and says done. At the end of the turn, Ozzy breaks his Flooded Strand for another very Underground Sea, plays Mystical Tutor, and fetches a Force of Will. On Osmond’s turn, he draws the FoW, plays Forbidden Gaychard and then plays that brokeback enchantment of Oath of Druids Who Love Men. Allan then plays a Flooded Strand, breaks it for an Island and says go. Osmond on his turn of course wanted to see something big that he can play with &lt;img src="http://7th.realm.com.ph/forum/style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" emoid=":P" alt="tongue.gif" border="0" /&gt;, then activates his Oath. Gay A$$ blessing was revealed and then Akroma was put into play. But before the draw step, Allan plays Thirst for Knowledge. BUT WAIT! THERES MORE! Osmond in response plays Ancestral Recall. Osmond has now cheated the game with Ancestral Recall alone… BOOOO…. Allan discards Salvager and Tundra. Osmond proceeds to his combat step and attacked with Akroma. But wait! There is still a whole lot more! Ozzy wastes his own Underground Sea, then plays another baklelong card named Balance. Allan then FoWed it pitching a shiny Cunning Wish where I had to close my eyes because it was soooo shiny. But Ozzy made a mistake by telling him that he thought it was a Power Sink! (Low blow!!!! Technical, Offensive, Flagrant Foul all in one!!!! Red card!! Kurot sa ut*ng!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan retaliated with that comment by attacking the Spirit token and tickled Ozzy. Ozzy’s Akroma attacked then it was gg from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oath wins game 1…. Booooooo… baduuuuyyy... Matindi ang lola e…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Sideboards in and out… then we go to straight for round 2 action!!! (What?! No hooters?! Yung mga waitress na lang sa BCI!! Pwede na yun!!! &lt;img src="http://7th.realm.com.ph/forum/style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" emoid=":lol:" alt="laugh.gif" border="0" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2... FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan proceeds and starts off with an Island. Ozzy goes with an Island and done… all right… we got a draw go game… Allan plays Adarkar Waste… and then… plays Ultra Bling DCI Meddling Mage (The light! The light! I’m blind!). At end of turn, Ozzy goes plays Mystical Tutor (baduy.. no bling) and fetches Ultra Blling DCI Swords to Plowshares (where the hell do you get these cards anyway??). Ozzy then plays Wasteland on his turn and destroys the Adarkar Waste. Allan proceeds to his turn and then attacked with the Mage making it inflict 345454436565 points of damage with Light element but was reduced to 2 damage because the deck he was against was gay. Ozzy then plays Orchard, taps it producing a token, then plays Null Rod (now this card ain’t gay. I love this card. If Null Rod was a real woman, I have already married her and have made about 15 babies already.) Allan plays Brainstorm while it was still on the stack but still let it resolved. Allan gets his turn then plays wasteland, then wastes the Orchard where it belongs. Then Ozzy plays Orchard (Two! Two orchards... bwahahaha…) then plays his Ultra Bling DCI Swords to Plowshares on the Ultra Bling DCI Meddling Mage. Ozzy needed to use the Ultra Bling DCI Swords to Plowshares to kill the Ultra Bling DCI Meddling Mage because any other Swords to Plowshares is not worthy and will just bounce off the Ultra Bling DCI Meddling Mage. But! Allan, in response, plays a bling Echoing Truth targeting the Mage. Ozzy counters it with FoW pitching SSS. Baduy nga lang dahil hindi na bling… BOOOOOO….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan plays Brainstorm on his main phase and plays Flooded Strand. Flooded Strand was cracked for an Island, then swings in for a tickle against Ozzy. Ozzy was now at 13 life. Ozzy plays Gay a$$ Blesing (Bling! Bling!), then plays another Orchard (3 Forbidden Orchard! Bwahahaha!!!) then says done. Allan then attacks with 3 tokens then plays a shiny spapartan Auriok Salvager. Then Osmond plays another Orchard (Four! Four forbidden Orchard. Bwahahaha!!). Allan attacks and brings down Ozzy to five then Ozzy conceded after that. Four Orchards? Damn! We know that Oath is already a gay deck but they still had to come out? Geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, Bomberman prevails! By beatdown too. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then receive a text message from Nigz that he was looking for these gay cards and I just told him that Oath is the deck for you, Mr. Mythril Sando man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy plays Polluted Delta, cracks it for Underground Sea, then plays bling Duress taking out Allan’s bling Brainstorm. Allan then plays Island, go. Ozzy then plays Forbidden Gaychard, then plays a My kung is better than your Kung-fu Chah-nees Oath of Druids. Uhuh… it was now looking bad for Allan. Allan just plays Tundra then go. Ozzy oaths up a Simic Gay Swallower, then plays Demonic Tutor, then plays Null Rod. Allan then attacks with the tokens, then plays Echoing Truth on the token which was countered. Ozzy then attacks with the big swallower (Wag po, koya!!!!). Allan then STPs his token at EOT and gains 1 life. Allan attacks with the token, then plays Flooded Strand. Ozzy again attacks with SSS (Koya! Wag po!!!), then plays Imperial Seal. Allan attacks with the token, Ozzy attacks with SSS (Koya!!!!!! WWWAAAAGG PPPOOO!!!) then with his final energy, Allan attacks with the token with big iron shiny balls of fury just like what the Spapartans did. Unfurtonately, Simic Sky Swallower was really large and took the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the champion of this brokeback tournament is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greenhills Parking Area since people who brought their cars paid more than P120 pesos for parking since walang flat rate.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;BCI Sisig Rice and Iced Tea since it was ordered by almost everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Ozzy for winning the tournamaent! &lt;img src="http://7th.realm.com.ph/forum/style_emoticons/default/smile.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" emoid=":)" alt="smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OATH AGAIN?! ITS THE SECOND MONTH!! BAADDDDDUUUUUYYYY!!! YUCK TO THE 345525th POWER!!! BOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Cheng nga rin pala yung Champion sa proxy... baduuy rin... booooooo!!!! Pero kakaiba yung topdeck. First time talagang napa-iling ako ng sobra-sobra!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time! Keep it in the same bat channel, same bat time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawgie out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT CHAMP AKO!!! Now for next month's Mid-Year Tournament!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1086190451546323127?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1086190451546323127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1086190451546323127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1086190451546323127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1086190451546323127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/04/past-few-days.html' title='The past few days'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-5676103542282717392</id><published>2007-04-10T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:18:29.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Summer days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The distance between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Escaler&lt;/span&gt; and SS has never been this far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RegCom&lt;/span&gt; days are going by. I only have three more days of dutiful working to go since I will be taking Saturday off for an audition and a party afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RegCom&lt;/span&gt; is relatively fun, you get to meet a lot of people, tone your muscles. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I've been carrying chairs, tables, heavy stands and whatnot to various locations in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ADMU&lt;/span&gt;. I'm way out of shape. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. A few more days to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen and Leo's birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zhou&lt;/span&gt; La Mien. Yeah we tried it. The noodles are kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda :D, I'd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; go there if I were too lazy to head over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; since it is a stone's throw from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short dinner continued into a random hanging-out session at my place. Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;, some light booze: Vodka Cruiser, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tsingtao&lt;/span&gt; Beer, Gin, and for those who don't drink some fruit wine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pusoy&lt;/span&gt; Dos, and "Poker"...Seriously guys, if you want to bond (make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kwento&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Clar&lt;/span&gt; so puts it), let's do it elsewhere in a more conducive environment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Starbucko&lt;/span&gt;. The room is meant for gambling albeit not that snazzy but still, I was really looking forward to some real poker. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sunod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ulit&lt;/span&gt;, preferably planned :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Connoisseurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah I've been meeting new people. What amazes me is the extent of these people's expertise and passion. I should find my genius... I really should. Oh and these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;connoisseurs&lt;/span&gt;, if you must know are Graphic Novels, Film, and Pornography. Yeah, I've been meeting some interesting people.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-5676103542282717392?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5676103542282717392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=5676103542282717392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/5676103542282717392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/5676103542282717392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-days.html' title='Summer days'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-3240815947734948657</id><published>2007-04-01T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:41:50.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limited'/><title type='text'>PTQ San Diego 2HG Tournament Report</title><content type='html'>PTQ San Diego Two-Headed Giant Tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Go:&lt;br /&gt;Osmond Go---RB support&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Go------GU fatties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had all the removal (Sudden Shock, Sudden Death, Strangling Soot, Midnight Charm, Fury Charm, Shambling Swarm), cheap beats and beats with evasion (Corpulent Corpse, That Swampwalking Lemur, Skirk Shaman) and Empty the Warrens and Boom//Bust...and Ground Rift and Dust Corona..... Um...Yeah... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Pao had the suspend fatties plus Psionic Blast, Spectral Force, Gaea's Anthem and Teferi ($$$ bawi) oh and 2 Mire Boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 1 Team R3negade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I developed pretty well as did my opponents but Pao got stuck without any green sources. At the time that Pao tapped for a spell and passed the turn, our opponent activates his Phyrexian Totem and swings. Pao @#$#@ Psionic Blast $#%@%!!! I cheese it with a Orcish Cannonade. Things even out for us for a while since Pao was still screwed. Eventually, we power up a Ground Rift powered turn then our opponents play a Bogardan Rager and Pao pumps the critter it (Skirk Shaman) blocks with Strength in Numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 2 Team Spiral Co Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao gets a perfect curve. That is Turn 1 suspend Baloth, Turn 2 suspend Ephemeron, Turn 3 suspend Viscerid 'walker and some other stuff. After which Spectral Force joined the party.&lt;br /&gt;I handle their early beats. Subterrainean Shambler pawning Faceless Devourer and Mire Boa is pretty good! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 3 1 Dozen Eyes (Mark Rivera and...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok their deck has 2 Tenebs. This match was just way too badly played on our part as we had 5 misplays. Anyway our opponent powers up a 3 storm count Volcanic Awakening removing Pao's blue sources. Soonafter I Melancholy Mark's Bog Serpent, they Boom//Bust. I play Swamp and Vampiric Link that serpent. Pao and I draw into more lands and proceed to stabilize.&lt;br /&gt;The end was a Utopia Vow+Ground Rift storm-powered turn for the win. And a Psionic Blast the turn before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misplays&lt;br /&gt;1. Veiling Oddity or that thing that unsuspends to unblockability and Viscerid 'walker were suspended. I had Warrens and Pao has Mire Boa, a morph, and Gemhide Sliver. I also had Keldon Marauder. So our mistake was not playing Warrens for 5 then attacking the next turn when the oddity resolves for 15 damage. Pao could've played the Gemhide Sliver first then cast the next two spells he had in hand in the next turn when the 'walker resolves. Then I cast my marauder then Empty the Warrens for 10 tokens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Teferi hits play Pao has morph critters in his hand and 6 mana open. He also had Dismal Failure. Opponents pass the turn. He does nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There's a removal spell that hits our 'walker, Pao pumps it and does not realize the pumping it does not add to it's toughness. The mana used could have flashed Teferi into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sooting a Nantuko Shaman instead of a Viscerid 'walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 4 Powerpuff&lt;br /&gt;Pao suspends the beats then plays a Gaea's Anthem. I play the removal. We flood the board. Then our opponent casts Porphyry Nodes and passes the turn to us. We do the math, I cast Boom//Bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 5 Jaro Brothers (um...duh...)&lt;br /&gt;Ok they are playing seriously broken removal and light beats with only Calciderm and 2 Crovaxes to top their curve.&lt;br /&gt;I Mindstab turn one and force Crovax to enter the graveyard. We just keep casting critters and they keep killing them. We eventually pump out more critters than they can handle.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight:&lt;br /&gt;Pao casts Spectral Force and gets ready to swing the next turn. Jaro Brothers draw and...&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of Dominaria a time rift opens (well not really) and a gigantic Shivan Meteor slams into our Spectral Force with a resounding blam! As Jaro slams it down on the critter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 6 Each Hit and I (Nick Ortega and Manchester Sy)&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were mana screwed as the game progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao and I decide to keep our hands as they were pretty decent anyway. I had turn 1 Mindstab and Pao has Gemhide Sliver. Needless to say we got our asses beat. But Pao had his Shaper Parasite kill a morphed Akroma :D One question remains here if I had used Sudden Death on the Rathi Trapper instead of the morphed Shaper Parasite, I think we would have won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 7 Phil=Pulitika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 4 Phil=Pulitika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walk away with $$$ and a lot of packs. Go Team Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-3240815947734948657?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3240815947734948657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=3240815947734948657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3240815947734948657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3240815947734948657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/04/ptq-san-diego-2hg-tournament-report.html' title='PTQ San Diego 2HG Tournament Report'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-6816475935250404556</id><published>2007-03-29T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T05:28:30.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/Rg-kzKlz28I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JS388oPp5v8/s1600-h/SANY0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/Rg-kzKlz28I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JS388oPp5v8/s320/SANY0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048434906228841410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah I'm such a geek but there, BORDERS!!! Next shops to go to: Chapters, Barns &amp; Nobles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/Rg-kzalz29I/AAAAAAAAABE/R-VBbcIkZtc/s1600-h/roomies2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/Rg-kzalz29I/AAAAAAAAABE/R-VBbcIkZtc/s320/roomies2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048434910523808722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My funnest roomies. Yo (Japan), Sean (England), Mark (England).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/Rgvc86lz24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/zcul5K0wgdQ/s1600-h/SANY0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/Rgvc86lz24I/AAAAAAAAAAY/zcul5K0wgdQ/s320/SANY0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047370746476878722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic speak, this is Michael French! Hahaha, yeah he teaches English to Japanese people. Must be pretty lucrative haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-6816475935250404556?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6816475935250404556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=6816475935250404556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6816475935250404556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6816475935250404556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-pictures.html' title='some pictures'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/Rg-kzKlz28I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JS388oPp5v8/s72-c/SANY0238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-1348073048477401923</id><published>2007-03-27T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:52:47.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>hindsight is 20/20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer Happenings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I'll be bumming. Except I'll be a very active bum. No summer. No job. Guess its just me, my books, the operation, and the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem, Grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if I can make that B in my QPI. I'm rather happy though because no matter what I've reached the grade requirements for a minor in Economics. My realistic grade forecast versus my if by some miracle but still realistic forecast:&lt;br /&gt;Com 160 B-----------------                               B+&lt;br /&gt;Com 161 A-----------------                               A&lt;br /&gt;Sa 21       B--------------------                               B+&lt;br /&gt;Hi 18       C--------------------                               C+&lt;br /&gt;Sci 10      C                               -------------------B (the super curvalicious)&lt;br /&gt;Eco          C----------------------                               C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life Evaluation + Emo Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is going to be way too emo and I don't feel like it right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romantic Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What you say? A love life? I'm interested in a lot of people. Interested not in broad strokes definition. I'm just not sure if I can commit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I walk in the shadows of blah blah blah I fear no evil...&lt;br /&gt;Good lord, I was apparently in enemy territory in a party I went to the other day. I don't know what I can do to make it up to you Phoebe but you look like you've moved on. But then what's with your friend's attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anything you want to talk about, let me know. I'll always be here for you. (I mean it.) If you want me totally out of your life, medyo mahirap yan since we're neighbors and all :D But please please tell me what you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Series Addictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Must have Grey's Anatomy. Mmmmm.... Great stuff! The script, the filming, the actors! WOOHOO! And watching this series confirms the impossibility of being a doctor/surgeon. I really can't imagine myself in a position to move and poke around internal organs despite the fact that science has always fascinated me. I need to get some DVDs.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spacing Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I finish a show, log-off the net, take my eyes off a book, I feel like I'm back in reality. Seriously, I'm getting very very detached to everything that I have. Oh wells...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1348073048477401923?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1348073048477401923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1348073048477401923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1348073048477401923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1348073048477401923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/03/hindsight-is-2020.html' title='hindsight is 20/20'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-154156406329429525</id><published>2007-03-25T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T08:25:33.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>2 last days and I want to leave more than ever</title><content type='html'>Future posts to post...&lt;br /&gt;Summer happenings&lt;br /&gt;Sem, Grades, Life Evaluation&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Life&lt;br /&gt;Emo stuff&lt;br /&gt;Series Addictions&lt;br /&gt;Reality and it's weakening grasps on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Histo finals, risk free. Not much of a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Ad Reporting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group has to do our final report about our advertising campaign for bench. disasters here, there, and everyfuckingwhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laslas moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-154156406329429525?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/154156406329429525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=154156406329429525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/154156406329429525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/154156406329429525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/03/2-last-days-and-i-want-to-leave-more.html' title='2 last days and I want to leave more than ever'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-2747514752858862220</id><published>2007-03-16T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T06:25:18.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>Hell weeks are ending. Finals are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I can make DL... I just want a B for my QPI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the very least a C for Eco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting by...Just getting by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well at least I've gotten my summer vacation bum lifestyle down. I've stocked myself with books to read, several series to watch, videos that I will be borrowing from Ponsi to analyze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-2747514752858862220?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2747514752858862220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=2747514752858862220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2747514752858862220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2747514752858862220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/03/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-1777546235421305448</id><published>2007-03-11T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T08:33:47.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>whee...</title><content type='html'>DOESN'T ANYONE HAVE THE VIOLIN SOLO MUSIC SHEET OF SUTEKI DA NE? (as if magaling ako mag violin diba?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got addicted to Grey's Anatomy. Finished Season 1 in two days... this is bad.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one episode about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carpe diem&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is insane...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1777546235421305448?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1777546235421305448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1777546235421305448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1777546235421305448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1777546235421305448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/03/whee.html' title='whee...'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-6400121015914220278</id><published>2007-03-06T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T07:00:07.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>GP Singapore Tournament Report</title><content type='html'>Making my deck was a rather long process. It involved a lot of resolve and dedication to run black white. After all, I had sworn that I would play black white. The problem however is what kind of deck I would ran. Paolo Go ymed me and suggested that I run Damnations, Bob, Exalted Angels, and Jotun Grunts. Then Bola ymed me and told to sleep and play with a deck that I'm familiar with. So I went with the same banana, I Hate Everybody (Reprise) No decklist kiddies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1 against Trinket Tog&lt;br /&gt;I was later told I played against Singapore's National Champion...'s Twin.&lt;br /&gt;Game 1&lt;br /&gt;I roll a 4 he rolls a 5 and he elects to go first.&lt;br /&gt;him : Turn 1 fetchland, go&lt;br /&gt;me : Turn 1 fetchland, go. EOT he breaks his Delta and I break mine in response. His look was priceless, but when I fetched a Godless he relaxed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;him : Plays Island and Counterbalance, go.&lt;br /&gt;me : [OMGWTF I'm screwed!] Play land. Play Gerrard's Verdict. He tops up a Bob. #$@&amp;amp;! Go.&lt;br /&gt;him : Plays tapped Watery, Bob, go.&lt;br /&gt;me : Play land. Vindicate Counterbalance? He flips over TFK. @#$%! Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then proceeds to resolve Trinket for Sensei's and a Tog. To my credit, a Bob and a Grunt came down but when he decided to attack I misplayed with assigning blockers. As it were I would have lost anyway as I looked at the top cards in library and found no answers to Tog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 2&lt;br /&gt;Early CounterTop lock /gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2&lt;br /&gt;I get paired up against this random combo jank deck. It's RUB and seems to require an immense amount of luck to pilot.&lt;br /&gt;To the pilots credit, game 1 saw me tendrilsed twice for the win. Games 2 and 3 had Cranial and Extirpate raping the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3&lt;br /&gt;I get paired up against Affinity. Oh crap...&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say we both got rather fast starts but slow follow throughs. Imagine getting beaten by Blinkmoth Nexi... Without counters or Plating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 4&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel depressed and I was paired up against this prick of a player... basta yun tipong humihirit ng hirit... He was player RG Beast Utility. I know appreciate Stomphowler Indrik, and the power of Contested Cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 1&lt;br /&gt;Lost to beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 2&lt;br /&gt;Spectral Lynx with SoFI? Whatcha gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 3 saw us both at a Standstill as I had several Lynxes and he had lots of beaters plus 3 Contested Cliffs. I couldn't attack for fear of dying the next turn. He couldn't attack coz none of his beats trample. I eventually drew more threats and won. Learning to appreciate Ancient Grudge as well. It's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 5&lt;br /&gt;I get paired up against Goblins.&lt;br /&gt;Game 1&lt;br /&gt;He keeps a slow hand, I power out early beats with Jitte back-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 2&lt;br /&gt;Parang Vintage!&lt;br /&gt;him : Mountain, Rite of Flame, Chrome Mox imprinting Matron. Play Warchief. Go&lt;br /&gt;me : Land, go.&lt;br /&gt;him : Piledriver. Piledriver. Swing.&lt;br /&gt;me : @#$%!#%#$%#@%#!$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 3&lt;br /&gt;As he jokingly put it, Silver Knight plus Worship does him in. Apparently, he opted not to run the Barbarian Rings for Stomping Grounds Ancient Grudge tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 4&lt;br /&gt;Damn DCI Reporter is biased. I get paired up with Chrysler piloting Goblins.&lt;br /&gt;Serg sees us and laughs, "Ano to FNM?"&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Pare, mahal na talaga ng FNM ngayon!"&lt;br /&gt;Chrysler, "Di, nagpunta kami sa Singapore para lang magFNM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 5&lt;br /&gt;I get paired up against Flow Rock. Except this version was slower, ran Kokusho and Smallpox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win both games though we were at various standstills all throughout the game. Baloths are annoying. Witnesses getting Baloths ...ew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 6&lt;br /&gt;If I win this, I think I would have made it to day 2. I get paired up to some Chinese prick who lies to me. He played UW Tron with Gifts lock. The horror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 1&lt;br /&gt;I just play the beats. He has Chinese cards. So I had to read most of them and seeing as how my Chinese isn't perfect I had some trouble. When he laid down his Talisman of Progress and I asked him if it produced Blue and Black, he said Talisman of Progress... So all the while I thought it produced Blue and Black, it cost me the game I guess. But then again, if he had countered my Vindicate targetting his Signet then he would have probably countered a Vindicate targetting his Talisman. Screw you though. Lying prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 2&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we delayed the whole GP. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;I play Gerrard's Verdict. He plays Thirst for Knowledge in response. He dumps two lands then a Mindslaver and I tell him, you have to discard one more card. Then he goes, in Chinese, something like don't complain, I'm giving you 6 life. I call the judge. What ensues is various story telling. Cursing SJCS (Wish I spoke better Chinese.) Judges crowding around us. Basically our story deviates with when he said I gained 6 life. I said he declared the life gain only so when he discarded Slaver, which the lying bastard did, he just assumed that I got the point of gaining 6 life with the first 2 lands discarded. He had written on his life total to prove it but nope he didn't tell me. His version saw him declaring that I was gaining 6 life. In the end, the Head Judge declared that the spells would follow the stack and he had to discard an extra card and I wouldn't gain any life. While this was being said, that prick went on in Chinese something something ki yi ma? And I'm like, DAMN DUDE NOW YOU'RE @#$!ING ASKING FOR A FAVOR! But the Head Judge's decision stands. Now I'm not one to question the judge but in my humble opinion, the decision shouldn't have had taken that long, read 20 minutes. If he discards 2 cards then it would automatically be for the TFK since the Verdict hasn't even resolved yet. You can't discard for the Verdict while TFK is still resolving. Either way I proceed to win that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 3 was a draw. I misplayed playing around a WoG and over-committed and then he established control with Spellburst buyback. Can't do shit. Time was called and the last 5 turns saw us staring at each other until he plays TFK then Condescends it then topdecks a Repeal which he used on my Needle. Then he activated it to get Trike back. Then draws it via TFK, then plays Gifts and I give him nothing of note. He got Mindslaver, Plats, TFK, Serum Visions. He plays Trike and shoots me down to one life. He was down to 2. Game ends in a draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something to that effect. Basta yan yun nangyari. Down to 1 ako down to 2 siya.&lt;br /&gt;Well no politics since all the judges were staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he was 59th, and I was 100th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-2-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up placing 82nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... Lumaban yun deck. Ako hindi. Shameful... I'm still contemplating about quitting Magic. Pero... I don't know. I hope my ratings will shoot up, after all I did win several games in a row. Sana naman 1850 or something para hindi na ako magConstructed until Nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLARGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-6400121015914220278?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6400121015914220278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=6400121015914220278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6400121015914220278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6400121015914220278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/03/gp-singapore-tournament-report.html' title='GP Singapore Tournament Report'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-8931887509375621104</id><published>2007-03-05T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:33:12.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Singapore Trip Recap 2</title><content type='html'>Wednesday night introduced me to a guy from England who was backpacking through Asia. Half a year off after college. Coolness. He and I were chuckling about how Lonely Planet screwed us over by telling us YMCA rates were S$25 a night.  He left the next night to find a cheaper place near Little India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up late. ARGH sayang oras! And headed down for breakfast. My arrangement apparently gives me free breakfast per night that I stay. I thought it would be some cheap set meal but lo and behold, a buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomless Ha Kao, Sio Pao, cereal, ham, noodles, sausages and more! With OJ to wash them down with. There were also pastries, toast, and coffee! Yeah! Let's just say most of my breakfasts were when I was really full :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to hop on the MRT to go to Harbor Front then walk to Sentosa Island. But apparently, it is quite a distance so I took the bus to get there and see the sights. I really didn't know where I was going or what I was doing there but the good thing is that the place has maps and most of the activities are lined up. I headed over to the Underwater Park, took some pictures. It was like a high school field trip. It was fun walking on the walkalator seeing those sea critters. After which I headed over to other parts of the island to take pictures. Sadly, since I was alone and my camera isn't built for vanity shots, I didn't get my picture taken with the Merlion... Photoshop... hehe... when I learn it... I ran into my Korean roomies and they said the 4D movie was pretty good. So I headed over to the 4D Cinema... which was a total rip-off. It's for kids, I understood after going through that 15 minutes of crap. I walked around the beach, until I found out my shoes and sand don't get along and then I made my way back to the Harbor Front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a foodcourt of some sort over there. Economic prices so yeah, I was happy. I decided to try some Indian Cuisine and ordered Mutton Beryani. Basically, its Kalderetang Kambing with curry served over spicy rice with a chaserish side dish. I foolishly neglected to order a drink and my tongue was burning after two spoons. I was panicking since I didn't want to leave my table to get a drink so I tried the side dish. I mean after all, there has to be some balancing factor to that spicy dish! The side dish turned out to be sweet, and spicy. There were onions, peppers, cardamom, and whatnot there. Good thing an Indian guy came over and offered to bring a drink to me. So there was my Indian lunch. I walked over to Harbor Front and Vivo City, two shopping malls within the vicinity and just strolled around. The funny thing about these malls was that they weren't as geometric as the SM malls so getting around was rather fun. Cinema tickets are exhorbitant. Clothes are expensive. Well, I was converting everything so yeah hahaha. Bee Cheng Hiang sort of couldn't fit in my budget so no pasalubong. After that little tour of those two malls, I returned to the food court and had me some Prata, which is an Indian pancake. The pancake tastes pretty good on its own but paired with the curry sauce, mmm... After finishing my snack I took the train to Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letr's put it this way, where Chinatown is, the dirt concentration is as well. The place was rather messy as opposed to the general way Singapore looked. I was hoping to find a calligraphy artist but all I saw were money changers, 168 ish stores, food stalls (durian, ew... the smell) then miracle of miracles! I saw my first set of Tagalog words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABIK SA PAG-IBIG. A porno movie... With little recourse and time slipping by, I decided to hop into an internet cafe to finish my homework and find out where I can go.  I asked for directions and I was walking towards the wrong direction to head back to YMCA. Since I was running late for a playtest session with Chrysler I ran back to the MRT, took it to YMCA, had dinner and walked my way to the Swiss Hotel. It was only a short walk after getting used to goignt hrough the right places, but it was my first time and it was raining. I had my map in front of me and was walking around the vicinity when I spotted a man emptying out a garbage can. Apparently, there are scavengers in Singapore as well. Anyway, I ran into an Indian woman and I asked for directions and I was pointed to the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playtest session done, cards lent and borrowed, I return to the YMCA. As I was fixing my stuff, an Indian guy came over. So um... yeah... Sleep time. Morning found me having to suffer through my Indian Lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast done and I headed over to Suntec Convention Center for the Last Chance Qualifiers. For those of you who don't speak magic let's just say I donated a lot of money and didn't get shit. I borrowed some more stuff from Chrysler and went home. While I was fixing my deck, in came Yo, a Japanese guy visiting his friends. He was in and out. Then came Matthew and Sean. Sean was slightly drunk so we had to entertain him for a while. We were all joking about the Indian because he was so miserable and apparently didn't like either one of us. Not that we did anything to him but he had left earlier on that day. Apparently either Sean or the Indian guy slept naked last night so... Um yeah there was some disturbing talk about that. Some blackjack and stories later, then I read their fortunes. While I was doing so Yo came back and we had our pictures taken. It was fun. These were the funnest set of roomies I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP proper.&lt;br /&gt;Tournament Report to follow in a different post.&lt;br /&gt;I finished 5-2-1 and ended up 82nd out of 327 players. I needed to be in the top 64 to get in day 2. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home, dejected and urging for some night life. When I got back to my room there was another Japanese and Englishman talking about music. They were a bit settled in but I asked them if they wanted to go out for a drink anyway. They politely declined. DARN. I suddenly felt sleepy and decided to go to bed. Thinking about joining Sunday's tourney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Overslept, misinformed. I didn't make it to the tournament so there. I just spent the morning and early afternoon bumming around an Suntec. Having my cards signed and cheering on my fellow countrymen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way back to YMCA, charged my phone and packed. Then I headed over to the Singapore Arts Museum and the National Museum of Singapore. Fun times. There were realy interesting pieces in both museums. SAM mostly had classical Asian pieces that is Mao Pi. There were mostly Singaporean painting subjects as well. It was a pretty good experience anyway. Now, NMS was something else. Turns out some exhibits don't require a ticket so I got in for free. Yey. I learned a lot about Singapore culture. There were galleries about food, entertainment, fashion. The whole theme of their current exhibit was about Singapore and how it has evolved. The first room I entered talked about all sorts of food. There were glass bottles filled with exotic spices (to Americans and Europeans anyway) as well as various food paraphernalia. Finally, there were short films about trademark Singaporean dishes like the Prata, Nasi Lemak, Tok Tok Mee. It was quite fun. The next room I entered was a colletion of photos and their stories. There were poignant stories about prostitution, tales of women's strength in cross-cultural marriages, as well as vignettes of amahs. Pretty interesting stuff. The exhibits came mostly from a reknowned photo studio at the time. It was quite evident that that studio was THE studio to have your pictures taken. So there were marriages, thrones, etc brought out for the visitors. The next room I entered was the entertainment area. There were three screens showing movies from way back. I learned a lot about the history of Singapore film. There were also several headphones where you could listen to old musical scores. The next room in that gallery had beautiful Chinese Opera costumes. Yep, Jade, Ruby, Turquoise, the whole shebang. And the costumes were awesome! There was also a bit about puppet shows, the exhibit there had Se You Ji. The next room I entered was the Fashion room where I saw the lifestyles of Singaporean women evolve. There were also some tracks and interviews to listen to and some clothes on display. I crossed over to the bridge and walked around and then went down to see another set of photographs. This time, these were present day Singaporeans whose lives were revealed in pictures. While I was walking around that floor, I noticed a bunch of chandeliers swinging overhead and I went back up to get a closer look. Turns out they were 8 blood red chandeliers choreographed to "dance." It was a pretty interesting thing to see. If only they had turned off some of t he museum lights, then people could appreciate that exhibit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went home, had dinner and decided to go to Orchard Tower to drown my sorrows. I had thought that the place was the name of some trendy club but after finding it, after some trouble since I had to take the MRT to Orchard and walk about for a while, it was just a normal tower with spaces for rent. Those spaces were the clubs. Oops , I'm sorry, I mean places where you can sit down and drink and not dance or anything. Darn... Wasted trip. I went back to the station and saw how Orchard Road really is quite conducive to shopping. There were malls in all directions and one particular name stood out. BORDERS. Oh yeah, BORDERS! I'm such a geek. So I went in and browsed a bit and bought some interesting books as well as a Borders bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concluded my Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;4 am. Yo wakes me up and we get ready to leave for the airport. We parted ways soonafter as his flight was in Terminal 1 and mine was in Terminal 2. It was nice of him to pay for the cab ride hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later and I was back in Philippine soil. A few more minutes later I was back in campus for Diyco's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'd say it was a fun trip. I learned a lot that's for sure. But I'm a bit disheartened by the results of the GP and my dismal performance. And the money that I spent. I'll have to make it back up somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna buy my Drains?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-8931887509375621104?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8931887509375621104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=8931887509375621104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8931887509375621104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8931887509375621104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/03/singapore-trip-recap-2.html' title='Singapore Trip Recap 2'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-3258321930801481946</id><published>2007-03-05T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T07:50:01.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Singapore Trip Recap</title><content type='html'>Pictures to be uploaded to my Multiply soon. But first, I have to find my Flash Disk, Memory Card Reader and Driver's License.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Got up rather early and had breakfast. Thanks Dad! It's like a tradition to have breakfast with him. Then off we went to Clark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking around the line I saw Serg, Jiro, and friends! Nice to see familiar faces. Everything went smoothly from then. Serg sat with me on the plane while Ryan, Jiro and his bro playtested at the back row. After a couple of jokes and banter the disembarkment card was passed around and this sparked our lively conversation with the Aussie beside me. He didn't have a pen, I lent him one then we started talking. We exhausted all possible topics: life in Philippines, life in Australia, politics, religion, erm sports is a no-no for me, business, life, philosophy. It was fun and I was able to gain a lot of new insights and some direction, I hope. Either way, let's just say an alternative opened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the budget terminal. It was raining... HARD. As in typhoon quality. The staff of Tiger Air lent us some umbrellas to traverse the distance from the plane to the terminal and it was ok. Now when I hear the word "budget," I expect low quality, paint peeling etc. (no offense to Team Budget lol) but damn! That is one beautiful terminal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone ahead since my Pinoy buddies had to get their stuff as a group. I found a bunch of brochures at the side about Singapore. They were FREE! Free maps, events guides, district maps! I'm liking this country already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we stepped out of the terminal, we decided to part ways since we were staying in different places anyway. So I took the shuttle to Terminal 1, then rode the MRT to erm, forgot the place then took that to City Hall then took that to Dhoby Gaut where I got down. As I stepped out of the station I was shouting YATA! in my head! (think Hiro from Heroes.) I made my way to YMCA, checked in and went into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the hostel room, there was a Korean there, sleeping. Oops, woke him up. He turned out to be pretty cool anyway so he didn't mind. I started to settle in and found the charger for my dead celphone and.. #@$&amp;amp;! These are different sockets. And different voltages. I was told to purchase a transformer at a nearby mall, Plaza Singapura. It was raining hard so I stopped by the YMCa internet cafe to do my histo paper. DAMN s$1 per 10 minutes. What a freakin rip-off! s$1=P32 so there... Then a Chinese man came into the cafe and we talked for a while. turns out he was in need of a charger as well and was hungry too. We decided to wait the rain out in the internet cafe. It didn't stop so we had to have our dinner in the Y Cafe. Yeah prices on foodstuffs were double their outside value but we had no choice. The food's great though. Excellent service quality in YMCA. Anyway turns out that Chinese guy is a traditional doctor from Zhi Jiang. I still know where that is, thanks to Di Li. LOL. It was rather funny when we conversed as I was noticably trying to practice my chinese and he wanted to practice his english with me. Good times. Things are pretty good I guess, I mean at least I wasn't having my dinner alone. Whne we finished dinner he decided to go to bed, I was desperate to chrage my phone so as to be able to contact Franz and co. I opted to walk out of the building in the pouring rain. After five seconds I realized I needed an umbrella. Good thing there was a nearby 7-11 (note for some reason 7-11s don't really stay open 24 hours.) and bought an umbrella... GR WASTING MONEY! So I went over to Plaza Singapura looking for a hardware store. I found one then found the transformers then my jaw dropped. Each one was worth upwards to s$235, I can't afford that, I mean I have other expenses so I kinda panicked. I didn't know what happened but the idea of buying a celphone charger would be better. So I did, for s$25. Yeah small price to pay for communication lines. Then I looked around the mall and lo and behold I chanced upon a Comic Alley-like establishment. When I entered, it was Anime heaven ad I immediately asked for the Samurai X manga. I bought 7 volumes, I only need a few to complete hte hwole Enishi story arc now :D YEY! I have 19 onwards to 28. Then I decided, on a whim, to buy a Death Note. Teh uber pimp!!! Hahaha not that I'll ever write on it or anything. Needless to sayI was grinning from ear to ear as I made my way back to my room. And that was how I spent my Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I opened the Death Note and I thought it was cool to see the names of the characters written there until I kept turning and read a few spoilers... DARN... Yeah It was in Chinese so I understood most of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-3258321930801481946?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3258321930801481946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=3258321930801481946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3258321930801481946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3258321930801481946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/03/singapore-trip-recap.html' title='Singapore Trip Recap'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-7703931550732181160</id><published>2007-03-04T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:30:09.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Singapore Trip Day 5</title><content type='html'>All right, here I am at the airport bound back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather dismal results because of misplays and lots of stupidity and frustrations in the GP. I finished 5-2-1... One needed at the very least 6-2 to get into the top 64. That 1 at the end was the last match, which was a draw...Which I could've won had I not over-commited... I hate playing around WoG. Damn bluffers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon. I'm just killing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take a break from Magic for a while. I've spent more money in the last 5 days than I usually spend in a year... So yeah... I'll be starving for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So depressing... Oh wells, will update soon to include pictures and more travel itineraries and insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 20 minutes until boarding, then I fly home... Just in time for Diyco's class. Amazing Race style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-7703931550732181160?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7703931550732181160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=7703931550732181160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7703931550732181160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7703931550732181160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/03/singapore-trip-day-5.html' title='Singapore Trip Day 5'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-1139537392571011550</id><published>2007-03-02T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:23:01.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Singapore Trip Day 3</title><content type='html'>All right, I didn't do much today. Just went to Suntec Convention Center for the Last Chance Qualifiers which I screwed up terribly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update my experiences when I get home... Mahal ng internet usage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I make day 2... Kailangan mabawi ang mga ginastos ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1139537392571011550?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1139537392571011550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1139537392571011550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1139537392571011550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1139537392571011550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/03/singapore-trip-day-3.html' title='Singapore Trip Day 3'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-2954416530938856414</id><published>2007-02-28T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:04:06.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Singapore Day 1</title><content type='html'>So much to say, so little time, literally. But right now, I am beside myself with happiness because I have finally found and bought myself the complete Enishi storyline in Manga... Oh and yeah, I HAVE A DEATHNOTE!!! LOL. Will update as soon as I find a cheaper place for internet usage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-2954416530938856414?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2954416530938856414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=2954416530938856414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2954416530938856414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2954416530938856414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/02/singapore-day-1.html' title='Singapore Day 1'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-1271864162385734381</id><published>2007-02-27T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T07:53:37.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Singapore Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's 11:46 and I have to wake up at 6:30 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't:&lt;br /&gt;1. written my histo paper&lt;br /&gt;2. written my ad paper&lt;br /&gt;3. packed&lt;br /&gt;4. packed valuables&lt;br /&gt;5. prepared my decks&lt;br /&gt;6. found the camera battery&lt;br /&gt;7. found my driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;8. planned an itinerary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1271864162385734381?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1271864162385734381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1271864162385734381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1271864162385734381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1271864162385734381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/02/singapore-here-i-come.html' title='Singapore Here I Come!'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-1413976023694248304</id><published>2007-02-25T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:42:07.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>things are looking up, i know what to do</title><content type='html'>Things are looking up. Looking. Not going. Well get there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have to do :&lt;br /&gt;1. Piece together decks for the GP&lt;br /&gt;2. Borrow stuff&lt;br /&gt;3. Pack&lt;br /&gt;4. Histo paper&lt;br /&gt;5. SA galore&lt;br /&gt;6. Talk to a guidance counselor&lt;br /&gt;7. PR&lt;br /&gt;8. Ad&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is quite liberating: To know what you have to do. To gain back your confidence. To resolve issues. There are plenty more to go. But at least I have better direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of meaningful talks this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1413976023694248304?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1413976023694248304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1413976023694248304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1413976023694248304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1413976023694248304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/02/things-are-looking-up-i-know-what-to-do.html' title='things are looking up, i know what to do'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-8822251103987018132</id><published>2007-02-21T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:24:07.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Smile Like You Mean It</title><content type='html'>Save some face, you know you've only got one&lt;br /&gt;Change your ways while you're young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah. There are a lot of things I need to improve about myself. I need to fix my name in several places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, one day you'll be a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully, a man I can look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh girl, he'll help you understand&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to be honest... But I'm not quite ready...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside&lt;br /&gt;We lost track of the time&lt;br /&gt;Dreams aren't what they used to be&lt;br /&gt;Some things sat by so carelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't high school a blur now? Aren't all of those good times a blur now? Looking back may bring back smiles but perhaps they can't be apt for today's jaded personalities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We really should, we really should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone is calling my name&lt;br /&gt;From the back of the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are always those from the past that tries to lay a claim on you. It is up to us to define what needs attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone is playing a game&lt;br /&gt;In the house that I grew up in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a cycle. But should I keep playing my games? What do I feel about people who are doing what I used to do? I should grow up. (more irony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And someone will drive her around&lt;br /&gt;Down the same streets that I did&lt;br /&gt;On the same streets that I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, no matter what, when people have been set free, they will be free. I have to free myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLz.... So emo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about dropping ECO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-8822251103987018132?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8822251103987018132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=8822251103987018132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8822251103987018132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8822251103987018132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/02/smile-like-you-mean-it.html' title='Smile Like You Mean It'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-8957278293379621393</id><published>2007-02-21T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T07:01:36.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>I dropped by SJCS today to watch the Passion Play. As per my reputation, I am expected to criticize it. No, not critique, criticize. Honestly, I don't give a damn. It is not my place nor does my opinion matter to those high school students who did their work the best that they could. (At least we all hope so) In the end, people will believe what they want to believe. It is funny how my words to a friend are now back to haunt me. No. I am not bitching, I am not criticizing either. Their production isn't the reason why I am blogging. Though I must say, I am quite impressed with a lot of aspects of the Passion Play. On a side note, the paranoid in me thinks that there were quite a number of allusions to me there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that struck me the most was curtain call. After it anyway. I think I've realized why I've been so bitter with myself. I've realized why I keep coming back to that building that I keep cursing. Everything boils down to one thing: recognition. I've always gone for recognition. Now, if my sister would read this she'd probably think God has already sent lightning bolts after my lying mouth. But this is true. I have gone all Hitler by blaming others for my shortcomings. I need to own up to myself. (OH THE IRONY!) But this is still not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to recognition. My twisted motivation blinded me from the most important thing. Happiness. There was a twinkle in the eyes of those Seniors when they were posing. There was genuine happiness there. And one particular girl was specially radiant, unseeming in her role. Who I've probably ruined my chances for anyway... But lessons learned. I hope. In a perfect world, we do whatever that makes us happy. We all know the world isn't perfect, but its our damn duty to make ours is the most spectacular and perfect world to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thank, albeit silently, the Seniors for their blithe and honest expressions. It has taught me a lot. And I will struggle to enjoy the things that I am doing, even though I am constantly encouraged to always quantify my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I always wanted to go back to the auditorium and deliver a monologue. I would stand in the center of the stage and face the wall and begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate you. And everything you represent. It was funny wasn't it? To delude a young man into thinking that he belonged in your alcove. I guess, in the long run, you've enjoyed your laughter at his every appearance...at his expense. To poison such possibilities, quite entertaining, just as your displays. But still you go so far as to deprive him your whole embrace. Always teasing, always tempting. To perform, such is a dream. Your offerings to much an impressionable mind. Curse you and curse my stupidity! Curse the illusion that you bring! So much could have been different, better, brighter if not for your tantalizing visions! And now perhaps this man has grown, ruined, thinking that he could. He has sacrificed. He has glorified himself and extolled you. Only to be shot down by reality. Brilliant. As... Arsenic. All the world is a stage right? Perhaps, my role was a figurehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I end. Sane. Sober. And happy. So long SJCS. You've given me much to hate, but the past is the past. Things only get better and harder from here. Don't expect me to write. Goodbye.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-8957278293379621393?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8957278293379621393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=8957278293379621393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8957278293379621393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8957278293379621393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/02/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-7808539483563726221</id><published>2007-02-18T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:45:24.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Life's going on I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show's over. It went well. I don't really have the right to say I did a good job as there was something that I could've gone over to make the show better. I lack discipline, drive, responsibility. These things I will labor to inculcate in my life. I owe so much to the people who have helped me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the shows were really fun. Pictures to be uploaded in Multiply one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School stuff is starting to pile up again. I'm really really pissed at how my groupmate is so useless. Seriously. Work is piling up... Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant. The movie is rather plainly laid out. A very simple story, with a very predictable ending, with highly improbable scenarios. There is no critical thinking, just funny moments, witty lines and the charm of the actors to carry the movie. Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're talking! Maraming kilig moments :D The movie lends its concept of love to the viewers. It, through various directional techniques, makes the viewers feel the scene. There is briliance with every location, angle, and word in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors were very well casted. It really is amazing how the story can put in various themes of spontaneity and empowerment! There were so many heart rending scenes as well as the viewers see their lives progress. It is rather improbable that those two children both have cellular phones at their age! Wala lang. But still it is amazing to watch those two women who decide to swap homes and in the end earn new lives. Maybe that is how life is? We must regularly have catharses to realize what we need. Going outside of our spheres of influence will lead us to new experiences and opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot more I want to say but I don't have much time, the new episode of Lost is waiting :D Just watch the movie! With a special someone preferably. Kilig moments talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I find myself thinking more and more about you. I wonder if I am in for something serious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-7808539483563726221?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7808539483563726221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=7808539483563726221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7808539483563726221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7808539483563726221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-7079226425296728718</id><published>2007-02-15T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:16:20.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM Plug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/RdRchfr0pnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBPZUfbCGtg/s1600-h/online-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/RdRchfr0pnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBPZUfbCGtg/s320/online-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031748414190429810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-7079226425296728718?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7079226425296728718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=7079226425296728718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7079226425296728718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7079226425296728718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/02/hsm-plug.html' title='HSM Plug'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_em9GzDwNn7o/RdRchfr0pnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBPZUfbCGtg/s72-c/online-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-5713775566240266256</id><published>2007-02-07T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:10:41.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Pouring out</title><content type='html'>Segue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note : I should be writing my Histo draft. Looking at Reggie's progressie ym statuses makes me rather enious of her. But I will have to write my paper properly unless I want to get my ass kicked out of ADMU for plagiarism. Footnoting is hassle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just felt the need to blog because I'm much more depressed now, weighing my options. I'm thinking of quitting theater permanently. Not that I was mistreated or anything, Direq has been more than approachable, encouraging, and patient. I'm fucking my life up... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's rehearsals were miserable. I feel sick. I feel weak. I have my inhibitions again. Ever whited out before? It's a sucky feeling. I have to get past this. Another day until the first show. Lord, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I'll be able to say, "I'm UNfucking my life." Proudly and definitely. Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spent an hour at Starbucks doing my paper. Not that I finished much but what I can say is that Starbucks is amazing. As I went out of their doors I felt as though I were stepping into a different world. Gone was the comfortable ambience, light music, and friendly banter; the concept of coffeehouses is just brilliant. And I proceed back to my house with the stinging smell of garbage greeting me as I step out. I am reminded, rather harshly of the place where I grew up. The dingy environment, the shit on the ground (I kid you not). Everything. Now I'm not saying I enjoy living in Binondo, but there's a lot of my memories attached here. My first girlfriend, my best friend, my exposure to MTG, my barkada, my culture well Chinatown is 'round the corner... Hay, may effect talaga ang Alternative music while commuting/walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now back to the paper, see you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sleep without worries is perhaps the greatest tangible goal I am gunning for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-5713775566240266256?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5713775566240266256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=5713775566240266256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/5713775566240266256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/5713775566240266256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/02/pouring-out.html' title='Pouring out'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-2689761182375755609</id><published>2007-02-05T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:46:44.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>BLARGH of DOOM</title><content type='html'>WALA LANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stressed. Sad. Pissed. So much work to do, I shouldn't even be typing here but oh well. The "v"  key doesn't work very well for some reason ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how liberating and fulfilling it is to finish a book. I haven't finished reading books in a while. the latest I've finished are Albert Marrin's Biography of Hitler, David Sedaris' Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, and J D Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great reads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit saddened about the show. I don't believe how hard it is for me to memorize my lines. I know them but for some reason I can't articulate them that well. That and of course the usual disappearance of my friends when it comes to me inviting them... oh yes, nagpaparinig ako. I'm required to sell tickets this time kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the dancing is killing me, we just did half of choreo of a song and I was breathless halfway into the dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this. WHY? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired of this shameful shell. I am comforted by the idea that in other alternate worlds (born via quantum physics) "I" am doing better, with a specialization, well-liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your genius?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tumbleweeds... Fucking tumbleweeds...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-2689761182375755609?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2689761182375755609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=2689761182375755609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2689761182375755609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2689761182375755609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/02/blargh-of-doom.html' title='BLARGH of DOOM'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-2918444865561830458</id><published>2007-01-29T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:05:54.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Haven't Posted in a While</title><content type='html'>Generally pissed at how my Advertising Class is going. Sometimes you are just doing the wrong thing even when you feel it to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only saving grace is for our group to win the advertising competition next month to get an A for our workshop grades... God help us, we need the grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I'm dreading...well not really dreading just miffed at Mondays all the more. Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much stuff going on with Magic, no major tournaments until next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsals are going ok, will post show details in my next post, nuod kayo ah!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-2918444865561830458?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2918444865561830458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=2918444865561830458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2918444865561830458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2918444865561830458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/01/havent-posted-in-while.html' title='Haven&apos;t Posted in a While'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-7194318492095142448</id><published>2007-01-14T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:15:27.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>stuff to do</title><content type='html'>as was suggested by tiff and furthered by my irrate mental state right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies to watch : (discluding obvious blockbusters and mainstream new movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. equilibrium&lt;br /&gt;2. battle royale&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 french art films&lt;br /&gt;4. 6 kurosawa films (pacing myself)&lt;br /&gt;5. monsoon wedding&lt;br /&gt;6. the last emperor&lt;br /&gt;7. the talented mr. ripley&lt;br /&gt;8. the emperor's club&lt;br /&gt;9. the black dahlia&lt;br /&gt;10. house of flying daggers&lt;br /&gt;11. chunking express&lt;br /&gt;12. gods and monsters&lt;br /&gt;13. space balls (oh yeah we love you mel brooks!)&lt;br /&gt;14. say anything&lt;br /&gt;15. a clockwork orange&lt;br /&gt;16. cyrano de bergerac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. saramago (they are begging to be read...)&lt;br /&gt;2. some computer software self-help stuff&lt;br /&gt;3. america's boy&lt;br /&gt;etc. (these are what i have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i do not have but want to read&lt;br /&gt;1. umberto eco&lt;br /&gt;2. latest john grisham novels (nakakamiss talaga minsan)&lt;br /&gt;3. gabriel marquez (what the hell, 100 years was a pain to read but it was magnificent! why not the rest)&lt;br /&gt;4. drawing fantasy characters and monsters-kev walker (mtg people, kilala niyo siya!)&lt;br /&gt;5. the tipping point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot to do... a lot to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slightly pissed at my performance today. 3 misplays, good lord what is wrong with me. they cost me extreme board positional losses and 2 game losses. hay ano ba yan! extremely pissed at some people. really miffed at the existence of such a brainless deck ie oath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to say it but if you can't beat them... join them... WTF kill them roflcopter. hay...maybe next time. baduy kasi magoath nakakburat lang talaga maglaro ng auto-win. but we'll see. i'm getting sick of losing to the same deck. had fun today though, played a rather diverse set of games like madness, salvagers/masknaught (oh the oakleys!), oath (powered, i lost...go figure...), bw disruption (argh my creation! well somewhat haha), semi-powered dragonstorm, fcg. not bad. quite diverse this country is rofl. sad though that mainstays like fonzi and marco and marcelle and johan weren't there, it was eerily quiet, though nigz' presence compensation package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vintage forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone help me secure copies of these movies and books?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-7194318492095142448?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7194318492095142448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=7194318492095142448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7194318492095142448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7194318492095142448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/01/stuff-to-do.html' title='stuff to do'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-5702579041841704315</id><published>2007-01-12T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T07:40:33.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>very disappointed, well pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reality checks come by and slap me in the face from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When am I going to learn that not everyone operates the same way as I do? That not everyone has the same principles, same or even semblance of decency, morality, and culture? I mean I’ve read it already, from psychology to socio-anthropology, yet why am I still disappointed, why do I keep expecting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next time, I’ll take an initiative. I'll take my own advice as I aptly told a friend of mine before, “be a bitch once in a while.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-5702579041841704315?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5702579041841704315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=5702579041841704315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/5702579041841704315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/5702579041841704315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/01/very-disappointed-well-pissed.html' title='very disappointed, well pissed'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-2288051204748431404</id><published>2007-01-12T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T07:39:06.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>Gigantic rock? Beautiful ring? What you may not know about your best friend is how it began and how it travelled to the stores, on display, to woo each and every woman. After all, a diamond ring is to some circles a penis. But i digress. I just watched Blood Diamond today with Leonard, and I was blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is amazing. It brings the audience to another side of the world, to another culture, to another set of politics. Several juxtapositions of Africa and London/developed nations make the movie all the more effective. Also, the numerous Americanized situations in Africa enforce the ignorance of the desire for the diamonds. The scenes are graphic and tastefully directed. Throughout the movie, the idyllic scenery shots belie the horrors of the goings-on in the country. the movie, in itself carries a lot of themes and symbolisms. The cyclical reference to the earth versus the ambitions of a young man, brilliant, just brilliant! The father and son scenes are very well directed so as to wet the viewers' eyes, that being said the script and music couldn't be better. Leonardo di Caprio once again shines in his role. He is cool and practiced, but all of his being unravels when he senses his imminent death. His face changed so much in that scene, it was beautiful. From when he resigned himself to his fate, to his talk with Jennifer Connelly! Golden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child army scenes were very effective in telling the viewers the modus operandi of the RUF. Children toting guns is a very scary sight. The movie speaks a lot about desire. The movie itself revolves around three main characters who reluctantly are polarized to each other with each his/her own goals to pursue. And each of those goals are complex, different; all the more to give the characters more character and to profoundly expound their positions in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood diamond, a diamond with a pinkish tint, and in the movie around 100 karats, symbolizes our rare bouts of success. Finding it is extremely hard, with roadblocks along the way, but as Leonardo learns in the movie, one might not have the longevity to use that which he fights to gain. It was an unfortunate fate, but as he resigns himself and says, "i'm where I belong," we can see that the journey has changed his life, his perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd highly recomment you guys to watch this film! It's a bit long though, I'm not sure whether or not they could've removed some scenes but I like it the way it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-2288051204748431404?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2288051204748431404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=2288051204748431404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2288051204748431404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2288051204748431404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/01/diamonds-are-girls-best-friend.html' title='Diamonds are a Girl&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-142163598950681838</id><published>2007-01-10T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:55:02.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>randomness of doom</title><content type='html'>there are a lot to talk about. rather there was a lot to talk about. there was some topics i wanted to discuss but for some reason i can't remember anymore.damn that back to back sa and eco long tests. brains!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well since the only thing i can remember right now is wasting my time watching a jacky chan movie, here goes. as most of you know, my dad is a die-hard jacky chan fan. as long as it is jacky chan, we will watch it, as a family. it didn't matter when or where, as long as it's jacky chan, we will watch (yeah couple years back perio week, jacky chan movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well jacky's latest movie rob b hood is a gigantic disappointment. but since it is a pure chinese film i guess i shouldn't be expecting too much. the humor was slapstick, retarded, and just really dumb. there were several inappropriate dialogues, dumb-ass cracks--"i'm from brokeback mountain" WHAT THE HECK?! the direction spoon fed the audience all the way. the acting was ok, well let's just say the characters did as they were told. music, terribly annoying, a permutation of auld lang syne was playing in most of the scenes. the fight scenes were what you would expect for a jacky chan flick, except they really make most of the cool stuff nonchalant now. youtube the fight in their house to understand, great stuff. the story was...off. just a bit off.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i guess if slapstick is your cup of tea, this is for you. but it's jacky chan so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting is the not-so-blatant advertising of pepsi throughout the movie. it's just so random to have the side of an apartment complex painted with a pepsi mural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, it really is a bundle of laughs, slapstick or otherwise. get a dvd, it just isn't worth the money to watch on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trailers, were the redeeming part of the trip. hm...sounds like doa all over except doa had babes. but here is one of the most brilliant comedy trailers i have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;throughout history, God had appeared to his chosen few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abraham&lt;br /&gt;Moses&lt;br /&gt;Joan of Arc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (at this point i was pumping my fists into the air!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evan Baxter&lt;/span&gt;. remember the demon tongued anchor? haha i have to watch this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another trailer that got me excited (spiderman is a given) is 23. it sounds really interesting, it's a thriller starring jim carey. yeah! lot's to be excited for. oh and pirates 3 is slated to come out on may!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we left the theaters i saw a poster of babel. which i meant to blog about early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw it last week or so, via dvd from metrowalk. it's a very interesting film. it's like 4 short films packed into one. they are threaded together by relations and deeds. the movie opens with a man selling a rifle to a father and from then on, the events start chaining (or rather unweaving) themselves to the viewers. the scenes are masterfully poignant, the screenplay and photography are brilliant! the music accentuating every scene. the stories of each group of characters are fine in themselves, they represent so much. the themes of miscommunication are visibly seen from the couple's squabbles, the father and his children's upbringing (you killed an american! not only that his sister lets him peep while she takes a bath!), language and culture with regards to the tnt maid and the most heart-rending frustrations of the deaf-mute japanese girl. from my perspective the movie shows a lot of american bias, perhaps to signify the power america has over the world and that each exercise of power america has brings apart another group of people. there are several scenes that really strike me, the japanese girl in the disco with the flashing lights with music turning on and off give us a picture of the color, or lack of color she sees. we see her exhibitionism, her frustrations with her everyday encounters, why is she sex-starved? did she mean to kill herself? the film is beautiful and imaginative. tastefully done and embraces the audience into a world of culture. seriously, the juxtaposition of each scene is a form of art in itself! you guys have to watch this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after i decided i'd say this the tones of reality hit me. my usual gang of moviegoers has fallen apart. kester has moved to sta ana where he is most inaccessible and well...howell...dear howell...is now in america. we will miss you buddy. thinking about the good times we've been having. i remember our overnights, silly jokes, philosophical discussions (how i miss these). there have been several brilliant times we have had with each other. and now you are embarking on to write your own story in the book of life. we will await your return, your stories and your brokebacking...with maxi... the unholy trifecta might see the light of togetherness again, bring carlo in a balikbayan box! it is as if a portion of my life has been lost, legarda seems meaningless to me now. well first street... hehe. movies, our bonding time. cheese. pingpong. everything. sunset sunrise. we will miss you man! see you when we see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-142163598950681838?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/142163598950681838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=142163598950681838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/142163598950681838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/142163598950681838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/01/randomness-of-doom.html' title='randomness of doom'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-6414881379116492318</id><published>2007-01-05T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:21:32.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>meme</title><content type='html'>stolen from marcelle's blog. i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLACES:&lt;br /&gt;1) PLACE YOU HUNG OUT THE MOST IN THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;bola's house, howell's house, fish's house, rsf (so sad...pesteng virus), gateway, koine one acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) FAVORITE NEW PLACE YOU DISCOVERED:&lt;br /&gt;koine one acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) PLACES YOU WENT ON DATES:&lt;br /&gt;greenbelt, gateway, rcbc plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) FAVORITE VACATION SPOT FOR THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) PLACES YOU MADE OUT IN (OR MORE) THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;la deeh dah. does beso count? or random touching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE:&lt;br /&gt;1) PERSON/S WHO TAUGHT YOU ALOT THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;direq niel de mesa, a certain female, my uncles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) AN OLD FRIEND YOU REDISCOVERED THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;...i'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) PERSON/S WHO TOLD YOU THE NICEST THING ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;direq niel de mesa, my uncles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) PERSON WHO DID SOMETHING REALLY GREAT FOR YOU (AND WHAT):&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) PERSON YOU SPENT THE MOST TIME WITH THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;MF, Howell, Leo, MANI, Kix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) PERSON YOU DID SOMETHING REALLY GREAT FOR (AND WHAT):&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to remember, sometimes things just go unappreciated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) SOMEONE YOU WISHED YOU TALKED TO THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;L. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) SOMEONE WHOM YOU STARTED A GREAT NEW FRIENDSHIP WITH:&lt;br /&gt;let's just say may drinking partner ako :D and mayor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) OLD ENEMY/S YOU MADE PEACE WITH THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;None. dumami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) SOMEONE YOU LOST THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;not lost lost, but my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) PERSON/S YOU KISSED THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;does beso count? and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) PERSON WHO MADE YOU LAUGH THE MOST:&lt;br /&gt;myself. for all the shit i've done. MANI, Leo and Howell and Kix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) PERSON WHO MADE YOU CRY:&lt;br /&gt;it's personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) PERSON/S WHO YOU DISLIKE WHEN THE YEAR BEGAN BUT ENDED UP BECOMING GOOD FRIENDS WITH:&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) PERSON YOU HAD A CRUSH ON THE ENTIRE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) SOMEONE YOU WISHED YOU APOLOGIZED TO:&lt;br /&gt;they aren't very receptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) PEOPLE YOU WENT OUT ON DATES WITH:&lt;br /&gt;basta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) FRIENDS YOU WENT OUT WITH ALOT:&lt;br /&gt;MANI, BarkadaInc, Howell, Kix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) COOLEST PERSON YOU MET THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;Direq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;1) CLOTHING ITEM YOU WORE MOST THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) NICEST PRESENT/S YOU GOT THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) FAVORITE SONG FOR THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) COOLEST EVENT/S FOR THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;me performing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) NEW HOBBY YOU PICKED UP THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;acting, though hobby needs to be defined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) BEST BOOK/S OF THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;erm... 100 years of solitude :D santrock psych 7! yeba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) BEST MOVIE/S:&lt;br /&gt;The Prestige, The Departed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) MOST SHOCKING NEWS HEADLINE OF THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;"i'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) FAVORITE FOOD FOR THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;guama's lo ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) FAVORITE NEW ARTIST THAT CAME OUT THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;iunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSONS:&lt;br /&gt;1) WISEST THING YOU DID THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) STUPIDEST THING YOU DID THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;not think long and hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) BIGGEST CHANGE IN YOUR LIFE THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;this is just so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) BIGGEST CHALLENGE OF THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;getting by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) SOMETHING YOU LEARNED THE HARD WAY:&lt;br /&gt;epal talaga ibang tao. may mga ahas sa magagandang lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) GREATEST LESSON YOU LEARNED ABOUT:&lt;br /&gt;real life. bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) BEST JOKE YOU'VE HEARD ALL YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;howell pointing at me and saying, "watashiwa gay des!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT OF THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;my failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) BIGGEST BLESSING OF THE YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;acknowledging my shitty little existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) BIGGEST THING YOU DISCOVERED ABOUT THE WORLD:&lt;br /&gt;you are my oyster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) BIGGEST THING YOU DISCOVERED ABOUT PEOPLE IN GENERAL:&lt;br /&gt;wolf in sheeps clothing, everybody is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LASTLY:&lt;br /&gt;1) GOALS/DREAMS FOR THE NEW YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;get a life. be a bit m......... have more real friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) PREDICTIONS FOR THE NEXT YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;i will be very very lucky. if shit happened last year, things can only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;get paid to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;money, real friends, time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;my show dates, a particular lecture, December 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a professional actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;giving too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;a set of drains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;howell. you're going far dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behaviour appalled you and made you depressed?&lt;br /&gt;you are a viper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;MtG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;tournaments. haha so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;i. happier or sadder? sadder&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? the same dammit, i need to gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? poorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. Talk. Socialize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;with family! YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's #21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favourite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Lost (thanks Ren), Arrested Development (thanks Abi), FMA (animax!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;marami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;100 years of solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;APO Hiking Society, house/trance music like Sunset Daze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;some cardboard and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;The Prestige, The Departed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;hung out with friends after a theo exam by the infamous crisostomo. drinking merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;tshirt+jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;rationalizing. escaping from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;jessica alba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;scammers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;mayor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;experience is the best teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta you had a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-6414881379116492318?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6414881379116492318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=6414881379116492318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6414881379116492318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6414881379116492318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/01/meme.html' title='meme'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-5869048057564653457</id><published>2007-01-04T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:43:03.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><title type='text'>i'm sorry for the lack of discretion</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry for the lack of discretion. there was a lack of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comprehension&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sensitivity&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intellect&lt;/span&gt; that therefore causes me to bitch about it here. i may come off like a prick, but most of you know that i don't act or talk in this way often so there is a perfectly good reason behind this. i'm seriously ticked off. also note that the word "fuck" was meant to have been liberally spread in between sentences but i decided to clean up my tongue because i wouldn't want to sound like you. if you didn't understand that, i wouldn't be surprised, heck i've had enough surprises that distasteful and wasted day. i'm not looking for sympathy. i don't give a shit. what i want is an apology. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a real one&lt;/span&gt;. [hint]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonus! SPELLING IT OUT FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hope that the people whom i wrote this post for may read the following text in a light-hearted (that is to say, don't cry like a baby) manner and possibly read it without recognizing the angry subtext (shouldn't be too hard cause you aced it the first time [i just really needed to vent]) and take in the meaning and intention of my actions and finally do what is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also hope that my fellow partners-in-crime (which you would call us) take a stand and say something about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;crap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;things that you sent us. whilst i do not want a full blown separation of our fond gang, i just don't want to take any more shit than i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also this is between us, so don't go around showing this to other people. ie people who would side with you. much explicitly your parents. (my readers wouldn't give a shit. they don't know you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to common friends, there must be a polite way to say that this is none of your business, but the words escape me right now. that being said, please do stay out of the way and enjoy the prose (oh yes i know, i'm a prick. but they were prickier [is there such a word?]) that will ensue. i ask that your perception of x and y not be changed because of what you may have heard or read because each person is entitled to a life without prejudice. judge them when you meet them. judge me when you meet me. own up to our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope that you all thought about what you wrote first before writing. i know i did and i do. spelling doesn't count kiddies, i'm playing my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cards&lt;/span&gt; right. i hope you were fully digesting them before you send them in response to me, but if you insist that you have then read on. if you want to rewrite your message in a manner more respectable and correct (yes i have the balls to say this because i know we were wronged that day) then please don't read this yet. rephrase your communication and if the wronged party still isn't satisfied, then read the entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namnamin ninyo ang mga disclaimer bago magbasa. i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nature of apologies is quite strange. it gets stranger when you expect it. you're really supposed to earn it. the nature of my apology was quite subtle. it really meant nothing but the letters "o" "r" "s" "s" "y" juxtaposed in such a way that they form the word "sorry" (vocab, please do learn what it means.) [don't say that i'm an asshole because you don't seem to understand the nature and etiquette behind it.] that being said, we have something to earn and you didn't earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocab 1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did no wrong. whatever you may pinpoint i will have a counter argument. let's give it a try? the only remotely wrong thing i did was go off and do my thing when you had to decide. but then again you and deciding just don't go together that well now do you (laugh about it, it's funny. i'm not kidding.) in the short (very short compared to what you did) time that i spent doing my thing, you could've decided to do something. whether or not it would be the right or wrong thing is another paragraph (oh yes, the nitty-gritty.) if you had decided to take your selfish route then you should've told us so we could've argued over it, and resolved it that fast. by delaying the inevitable you made matters worst. your saying that there will be a chance later on but knowing full well that you will be saying no is disgusting. your reasons for not joining us are subject to much debate in logic and maturity. but then again it is an acceptable and feasable argument that everyone is entitled to their beliefs. and i respect that. (no, this is not a quotable with which you can trap me.) that could have been the case whilst we were at the planning stages. but it is clearly not the case anymore is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocab 2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next time/second chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in case you don't remember, this thing was a commitment. we gave our word. also, this was the next time/second chance. remember last year? shall i dig up our communication before to prove my point? (19 but not ulyanin i hope, or selective memorization.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 19 argument. act like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocab 3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maturity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;done reading? no? seriously? ok, let's continue (don't tell me i'm immature by doing this, if i am, i !@#$king deserve to act this way) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS! SUBTEXT (understand it, it will help.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meant for you to think about what you did and said. unlike most men that you know, i actually rethink about what i say. so rethink before your finger goes on auto-pilot. be mature and own up to your actions instead of crying (figurative and literal) and redirecting the blame to the most convenient figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granted my expectations were blatantly dashed to pieces, i still believe that there is a future. in short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are 19, act like it. no dearie, crying doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocab 4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen a lot of people cry. real people with their real problems. they cried because of their frustrations with their dreams. they cried because they lost family. they cried because they lost opportunities. they cried because life was hard for them. you had no right to cry. get out of your comfort zones. stop believing everything you watch (in short, cut down on anime, it affects your reasoning. [just you.])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to try and understand you guys. i can put myself in your shoes. i can see how you were brought up (this isn't condescension.) you may have been used to getting things done your way, or seen it happen and now want to try it. but in the real world (not that sheltered environment you call home) it just doesn't work that way unless you are filthy rich and insanely smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace the fuck out. (if you don't get this [i'm sorry dear readers but i must guard myself from future arguments] ... it'd just be really sad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what you have to do. if not refer to HINT. it's the right thing to do. again, if you think about any counter-arguments, rethink. 2nd floor? WTF? the entrance isn't even there. we didn't have to sound angry/act that way? there might be a case for it but remember we were wronged. and oh what, do you need to be babied? then i'm sorry i sounded angry (i guess speaking straight english with a firm voice is angry. don't watch CNN, it might be too hard for you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again since we finish here. please try and read beyond the angst, i'll deal with my own disappointment. you start crafting an apology. a decent one, because when everything comes down, it was your fault. your fault for not telling us earlier is the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lenient&lt;/span&gt; error we can impose on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not let your guilt eat you up. remember, there were many things that we could've done that time (specially me, you know it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so swallow your pride and apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can "forget" together. vocab pa ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[by the way if you insist on carrying on with this charade then refer to the communication we have sent before and see if there is anything you would like to comment on with m statements. i know i'd like to comment on yours. but i was trying to be the bigger man.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocab 5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bigger man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard. i've been through a lot of shit recently i don't need more shit from you so let's fix this and be over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acknowledge that you were selfish (vocab pa ba?) and insensitive to us and overly sensitive to yourselves. think about it before you choose to do another thing. kasalanan ninyo talaga, admit it and do the right thing. the last time mukhang one half lang sinabi ninyo (ginawa? i'm not sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reread your stuff, it has spoiling for a fight written all over it. this latest one is different as the intentions are different and it is more personal (it's my blog) so excuuuuuse me if i sound angry NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, tapusin na at tapusin na. at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, remember, the 26th of december,&lt;br /&gt;i don't think anyone should forget&lt;br /&gt;of wrongs left to foment&lt;br /&gt;of rights shadowed by selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't cute. it just really sucks because i was supposed to write a review on a brilliant movie i saw and then i read the 2nd communication. nakakasira lang talaga ng diskarte. (no not v for vendetta :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've rambled on long enough. thanks for reading, i hope it was fun. (it could've been a lot more insulting, believe me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i'm not angry. i don't hate any of you. i'm just really really disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-5869048057564653457?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5869048057564653457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=5869048057564653457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/5869048057564653457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/5869048057564653457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sorry-for-lack-of-discretion.html' title='i&apos;m sorry for the lack of discretion'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-468319296208345726</id><published>2007-01-03T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T09:09:58.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>along the road</title><content type='html'>i have only 1 class every wednesdays so i was really tempted to skip today's classes but we had to do an interview for com160 so there...that ended (meaning i got back to ADMU) at around 5 then i stopped by NB to get some art supplies and took the train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the station i met a friend so the next 20 minutes went by happily and for lack of a better term more excitingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to walk home, it was at benavidez that i ran into kimberly tsai, an old friend back in SJCS. so we chatted for a while on the street before heading to tasty's for a quick bite, which turned into a meal, to catch up on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so over porkchop rice we talked about SJCS, our lives, our futures (separate our), college, goals, dreams, trivia, life in general. it was fun. and quite odd. where has the time gone? she'd already graduated and was now working. it was odd in the sense that the future decides to stare at you in the face. what is life after college? where will i be? will i still be around binondo? randomly running into friends? it happens ie kathleen, warren, mayen, kenev's bro, etc. or will i get some semblance of the life that i desire? where am i going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask the same question again and again. i do not think i am making progress, i am living life as with my previous sems, day by day and look how splendid it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things don't look bleak, they don't look anything. men weren't born equal, life isn't equal, the world isn't flat. i have to play the cards that i have been dealt. and it seems like i've been betting on the wrong hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poker metaphors. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. good times. hope i run into more of my friends who i like next time :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-468319296208345726?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/468319296208345726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=468319296208345726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/468319296208345726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/468319296208345726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2007/01/along-road.html' title='along the road'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-3778446985913677385</id><published>2006-12-26T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:35:54.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>mean girls</title><content type='html'>i saw this movie during my christmas vacation. the first time i saw it, that is. haha it really was a laugh trip! it has a lot of powerful messages for the viewers. it was just so odd with the, i dunno but it seemed exaggerated? well thats america for you. funny funny stuff. the actors/ess were really good. they played their parts perfectly. it takes a lot of discipline to pull of their gags with a straight face. really great stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the themes of teenage sexuality were pretty good. that mother was pretty freaky. walks into daughter boinking "if you need anything like snacks or a condom, just let me know." WHAT THE HE#$?!?!?! and also the other sister learning to dance and flash her breasts on tv. unregulated media consumption. brilliant. just like this movie. oops. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concept of a burn book is very interesting. makes you wonder what other people think of you. its a strange way of looking for testimonials right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was a great and funny movie. i'd like to see it again. and laugh at it all over again. the clique thing just gets so done to deth that its funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-3778446985913677385?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3778446985913677385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=3778446985913677385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3778446985913677385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3778446985913677385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/12/mean-girls.html' title='mean girls'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-4503833186086088993</id><published>2006-12-26T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:30:27.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>in retrospection</title><content type='html'>all right, realistically speaking, i'll trim down my list and see what i got for xmas.&lt;br /&gt;6. house upgrades : scanner, dsl, oven, etc&lt;br /&gt;5. iPOD video/psp/ps3&lt;br /&gt;4. mac/or IBM laptop&lt;br /&gt;3. a meaningful time with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;1. a certain "you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. will come. but only dsl i guess, by january.&lt;br /&gt;5.  screw it i don't really want these...well the Ipod... hm... well WII XBOX... erm never mind. not really necessities.&lt;br /&gt;4. this will come soon. i seriously want my own...&lt;br /&gt;3. family CHECK! friends... half-check&lt;br /&gt;1. no overnight success. but seriously dude, define the time. &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-4503833186086088993?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4503833186086088993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=4503833186086088993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4503833186086088993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4503833186086088993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-retrospection.html' title='in retrospection'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-1539895400684327863</id><published>2006-12-26T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:22:14.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>homecoming</title><content type='html'>i had a blast in cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating like a king for 5 days now (despite my on and off stomach problem.)  and i'm probably a bit heavier than i remember. weighing myself now. OMG. i'm still underweight. this has to change. my new year's resolution will be personal but here's one that's public. GAIN WEIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, being with family has been a great big breath of fresh air for me. i really enjoyed my stay. seeing my family makes things so wonderful (i haven't seen them for more than 5 years i think). pictures to be posted eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was beautiful. i could really see that meals shared together bring families together. our banter and bonding came mostly from the dinner tables. i got to eat guama's hong ba again. hehe or lo ba, turns out it wasn't the one but still! the meat melts in your mouth... sigh... then auntie ingred's mango pandan and uncle newton's porkchops (which i didn't get to sample sniff...) the next time i'll be visiting, i'll have a special dish as well! seeing people eat with so much delight is amazing! remember the movie chocolat? when there was a chocolate themed dinner and the film showed you the characters partaking in their meal with heavenly smiles. yeah, we were like that. it was amazing. i wish i had gotten everyone on video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this christmas would be the most memorable one i've ever had. this time, i really felt like i had a family outside of mom dad and atchi. it's just great to see and connect with my relatives. this christmas was fun, great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot else i'd like to say about what i did and where i went, but i guess i'll keep my memories for myself. :D pictures to be uploaded in multiply soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random things about cebu :&lt;br /&gt;1. it is so clean... (i'm not sure if this is about the failed asean summit but damn! check it out!)&lt;br /&gt;2. it is relatively small (everyone knows everyone apparently, and ...small...)&lt;br /&gt;3. koreans are taking over it. seriously, there's a korean everywhere! haha&lt;br /&gt;4. the gay people aren't parlor gays. that or i haven't been around very much&lt;br /&gt;5. it is very very beautiful. the people, the environment. the pace is a bit slower than that of manila's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing says "welcome home" like disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is to put a damper on my otherwise beautiful break. it sucks to be reminded of hassles and past misfortunes. i guess i had a real vacation this time, albeit for a short time only. i want a longer vacation. i'd like to forget all the bad, shitty times. i'd like to forget about my deals that have gone wrong, i'd like to forget about a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... to leave. to live. not very different. i want to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1539895400684327863?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1539895400684327863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1539895400684327863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1539895400684327863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1539895400684327863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/12/homecoming.html' title='homecoming'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-7029112967520582203</id><published>2006-12-15T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:40:01.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><title type='text'>drained</title><content type='html'>i'm just seriously pissed off at missing to nstp insertions one after the other. missing a 20 point sa quiz because i was late and also not getting to pick my groupmates for the same subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangina ano ba yan! ayusin mo nga buhay mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's little left of the days to be spent on campus, i've 2 long tests and 2 papers and 1 report. i have to make the most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-7029112967520582203?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7029112967520582203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=7029112967520582203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7029112967520582203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/7029112967520582203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/12/drained.html' title='drained'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-8236501984715449483</id><published>2006-12-07T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T07:13:22.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>all i want for christmas...</title><content type='html'>a chance to talk to some people...&lt;br /&gt;a deathnote...&lt;br /&gt;skills&lt;br /&gt;energy&lt;br /&gt;abs...&lt;br /&gt;stop pasmado-ing. stop a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;get rid of a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ok let's have a conventional list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. a billion million dollars (BILL GATES mamigay ka naman! haha)&lt;br /&gt;9. my own beautiful flat, condo AND dream house&lt;br /&gt;8. magic wants : p9, set of workshops, set of bazaars, set of grim tutors, set of asian foil goblin&lt;br /&gt;                             welders, 2 moats, sets of fbb duals, sets of asian foil fetchlands, set of asian mm&lt;br /&gt;                             foil brainstorms + more&lt;br /&gt;7. all expense paid trips to wherever i want to go&lt;br /&gt;6. house upgrades : scanner, dsl, oven, etc&lt;br /&gt;5. iPOD video/psp/ps3&lt;br /&gt;4. mac/or IBM laptop&lt;br /&gt;3. a meaningful time with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;2. happiness&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;There's just one thing I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;All I want for Christmas is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-8236501984715449483?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8236501984715449483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=8236501984715449483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8236501984715449483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/8236501984715449483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='all i want for christmas...'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-6621566882445260682</id><published>2006-11-30T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:18:09.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>as promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;现在要走何路?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;天天时间不停地过去。在一瞬间，一年又过去了。每一年我会检查自己所做的事，我的成功和我用来的时间公平吗?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;我在HSM试试看我表演的程度。其实我失败了。这情形呤我想，我在表演冲来有进步吗?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;我在练习时真正的有进步吗?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;我花的时间有成果吗?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;现在我感觉一个门在我脸上关起来。但我们生命实在是公平。另外一个门开了。&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;我绝对会赢GP新加坡!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-6621566882445260682?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6621566882445260682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=6621566882445260682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6621566882445260682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6621566882445260682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-promised.html' title='as promised'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-3776697392262816234</id><published>2006-11-30T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:17:13.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><title type='text'>invisible</title><content type='html'>i think i should stop helping people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one thing to be unappreciated, but hated? now this is not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the ingrates, if you manage to stumble upon my blog. grow up. seriously. stop being so selfish and think about the other side of the fence. did you see the sacrifices? the effort? the patience? dammit, don't go around blaming me for your shortcomings if the terms of my influence weren't even clearly stated. oh and yeah, it would've helped if you guys just told me straight-up that you didn't want it that way. i SPECIFICALLY said i was open to whatever things you might want to say or add. SPECIFICALLY. nahihiya ba kayo nun? ok, i'll accept that pithy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excuse&lt;/span&gt;.  but nonetheless, it isn't my fault and thus you have no right to hate me. if anything i should hate you guys for not even bothering to have the common courtesy to inform me that i shouldn't [this word leaves a lot to be discussed] be around to help out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow up. matatanda na kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know everything is done already but still finding this out from someone else is something else. vague for a reason. i'm over it. and i'm glad with what you produced. but get your feelings straight. kung magagalit kayo, dapat nasa tamang lugar kayo. and by the way, its sucks to have people lying to your face. i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfectly polite&lt;/span&gt;, i deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the philo. it's annoying that i get burned for helping out [this covers a lot of other topics]. a harmless post becomes an argument? it really is amazing how differently people react to the things you do. each and every person is coming from a different place and time and influence.  it really is a challenge to tailor your actions for favorable outcomes. a simple comment may be followed by an acknowledgement, or it can be blown out of proportion by a rancorous argument. life's crazy. everything around us is unique. i know that we generally remember only the shortcomings, as i am inclined to know ravaging this keyboard with pent-up angst. but dammit it really gets you down when you were good intentioned and then get burned. i really should shut up now. or shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'd be nice to hear a real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; from time to time, and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry &lt;/span&gt;from people who've hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OT&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up my auditions! don't wanna talk about it. let's just leave it for another post, i'll do it in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another door opens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-3776697392262816234?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3776697392262816234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=3776697392262816234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3776697392262816234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/3776697392262816234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/11/invisible.html' title='invisible'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-1190295291614125318</id><published>2006-11-20T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:43:59.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>high school musical press release</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Asian premiere of the stage adaptation of Disney’s “High School Musical,” opening in February at the SM Megamall Theatre, has recently announced its creative team and will be having open auditions on Saturday, November 25, 2006.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The creative team will be headed by director Chari Arespacochaga, who recently directed the Tony and Pulitzer Prize-winning drama “Doubt” starring Cherie Gil and was assistant director for Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast” starring KC Concepcion and Karel Marquez for Atlantis Productions. She also directed “Footloose! The Musical” and “Merrily We Roll Along” for Blue Repertory. Also in the creative team are choreographer Daniel Cabrera and musical director Felix Rivera. Disney’s “High School Musical” is being presented by Blue Repertory, in cooperation with Cebu-based producer Hendri Go of Little Boy Productions. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Auditions for lead and ensemble roles, will be held on Saturday, November 25, 2006 at 3rd floor Gonzaga Fine Arts Theatre (G306), Gonzaga Building, Ateneo de Manila University, from 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM. Those auditioning must be 13 years old and above, and must be able to dance, sing and act. Prepare two Broadway songs and a 2×2 photo. Please contact Andrei at 0915 889 4779 for more information. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“High School Musical” tells the story of a group of teenagers dealing with the issues of popularity, first love, the balance of sports versus the arts, and the value of friends and family. With positive themes like the importance of expressing one’s self, believing and following one’s dreams, with popular songs such as “Start of Something New,” “We’re All in This Together,” and the mega-hit “Breaking Free”, this new family-friendly musical is sure to be enjoyed by audiences of all ages.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Tickets will go on sale in January at all Ticketworld outlets. Interested sponsors, show and block buyers may contact Hendri at 0917815 5794 or Jill at 0919 360 8974.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1190295291614125318?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1190295291614125318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1190295291614125318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1190295291614125318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1190295291614125318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/11/high-school-musical-press-release.html' title='high school musical press release'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-2895503485509799461</id><published>2006-11-13T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:52:23.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>don't wait</title><content type='html'>i'm killing time right now at the rsf. despite having to finish reading some books...i'm here typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no chinese essay, no nj star here at the rsf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poem don't wait puts things into retrospection.  in a perfect world, we would have enough time, sense, and resources to weigh our decisions.  we are living life, against time. to win perhaps is the most impossible thing right now, unless time travel has been perfected.  no one can win the race against time...so we have to slow down, when we slow down we can think more and  answer and recognize our real issues with clarity and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the instances in the poem are quite familiar with each person. can a person truly go through life without making the mistakes/meeting the conditions listed? there are so many decisions that we make each day of our lives. each of those decisions brings about changes, even things that we cannot control. how can we live, without not waiting? life is already moving too fast for us, there are so many tasks we have to accomplish daily. as we slow down, we take deep breaths, we relax and look. where am i heading? why am i going there? what is waiting for me there. slowing down puts things in perspective. just be mindful of the time you spend...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good things come to those who wait, but not to those who wait too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, there's an issue of getting ready, literally not waiting for the things to happen. whilst an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure, we cannot antiscipate the screw balls life throws at us.  how can you react to a person leaving your life? or a ms right now? accidents? death? random stuff...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this essay apparently is rambling on and on.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we can only hope to live the best way we know. try and cover our bases, look before we leap and eventually when the summers roll over we can come up with our own aphorisms to guide the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killing.&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of aphorisms, had an intersting histo class today. teaching my section is his excellency [roflcopter] neville manaois who is self-proclaimed to be insecure, just psyching us up to his "abuses" (all in good faith) for the sem. lots of itneresting things to come i believe. he's had a lot of experience with students from the blocks he teaches and he looks like a fun prof if a bit sarcastic and in-your-face. interesting. and as we were about to leave the class he told us that he liked ending sessions with quotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here was what he said.&lt;br /&gt;it was from the lord of the rings, a powerful message from gandalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you shall not pass!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. lots of laughs to come i assume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-2895503485509799461?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-4158057766218117159</id><published>2006-11-13T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:53.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>the past few days</title><content type='html'>in retrospect, i bummed out my semestral vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay...wasted...so...much...time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, my room is clean and i've finished one book and i've hung out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half-done...i'm still  reading hundred years of solitude. i'm only beginning to raed the photoshop book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that i didn't get to do :&lt;br /&gt;read pessoa&lt;br /&gt;organize cards&lt;br /&gt;read saramago&lt;br /&gt;[personal]&lt;br /&gt;get dsl [well the room is clean now, we'll figure it out, with proper timing i'll be surfing faster within this month]&lt;br /&gt;learn [hehe basta]&lt;br /&gt;shop for clothes [erm yeah...mahirap minsan sa greenhills when you get sidetracked haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i swore i would not do :&lt;br /&gt;DOTA the sembreak away.&lt;br /&gt;dammit it 3 days, ano ba yan but kasi ang lakas ng powers ni kester eh!!! hay... oh well. dumaan na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first two days of school have been rather weird. i don't know how much work i'm supposed to be getting i guess...first few days and only introductions have been made. things are looking up with my schedule allowing me to have some decent measure of sleep. and the time frames of my classes are relatively well placed. mwf is workable since i can tambay with mayor at mvp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the second sem begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote faculty day pala sa friday so i don't have my once a week promotions class...darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-4158057766218117159?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4158057766218117159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=4158057766218117159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4158057766218117159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4158057766218117159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/11/past-few-days.html' title='the past few days'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-4325039155161588081</id><published>2006-11-07T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T07:44:25.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>don't wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't wait for a smile to be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't wait to be loved, to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Don't wait to be lonely, to recognize the value of a friend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't wait for the best job, to begin to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't wait to have a lot, to share a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't wait for the fall, to remember the advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't wait for pain, to believe in prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait to have time, to be able to serve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for anybody else pain, to ask for apologies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... neither separation to make it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't know how long it will take.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;carpe diem baby. chinese and english essay to follow. just stumbled upon this the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;不要等到了一個笑容才面露慈善&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;不要等被&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;了以後，才要去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;不要等到寂寞了，才明白朋友的價&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU; font-weight: normal;"&gt;值、重要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;不要非要等到一份最好的工作，才要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;始工作&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;不要等&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;拥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;许&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;多後，才&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;始分享一些&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;不要等到失&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;败&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;後，才&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;记&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU; font-weight: normal;"&gt;别&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;人的忠告&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;不要等到痛苦了，才&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;始要禱告&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;不一定要等到有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU; font-weight: normal;"&gt;时&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;，才能&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU; font-weight: normal;"&gt;夠去付出、服務&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;不要等&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU; font-weight: normal;"&gt;别&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;人受&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;了，才來乞求原&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;也不要，等分&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;了，才來挽回&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;不要等待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;因&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;为&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;你不知道等待需要花&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;费&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;多少的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU; font-weight: normal;"&gt;时&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; font-weight: normal;"&gt;间&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-4325039155161588081?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4325039155161588081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=4325039155161588081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4325039155161588081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4325039155161588081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-wait.html' title='don&apos;t wait'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-578291861327206399</id><published>2006-11-06T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:40:10.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='admu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>first sem and new stuff</title><content type='html'>presenting the M.A.N.I. logo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2897/1078283240690225/1600/MANI%20logo%20v3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2897/1078283240690225/320/MANI%20logo%20v3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't know thats &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;tay. um. yeah :D cool stuff. lol funny seeing our ym avatars all looking like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i got my grades. i was surprised to see my qpi was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.10&lt;/span&gt;. that's a B! haha i seriously didn't expect that. apparently crisostomo worked some magic with regards to my theo grade. hehe sayang lang talaga, had i aced pysch (which was actually an easy A) i'd be in the dean's list. oh wells, there's next sem. no always. i have to be dl this sem so i can overload next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-578291861327206399?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/578291861327206399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=578291861327206399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/578291861327206399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/578291861327206399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-sem-and-new-stuff.html' title='first sem and new stuff'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-2714756789084064560</id><published>2006-11-06T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:33:07.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gimik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>nov 3-4 overnight</title><content type='html'>after the nov 2 dota/cs session we leo kix jaundice and i trooped to howell's house for the traditional overnight. pictures, few as they may be are &lt;a href="http://scribe.multiply.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, rather boring though since there wasn't a lot of activitiy going on. dota the whole time. we didn't get to watch v for vendetta. too bad. we didn't have sunset stuff either. no philosophical discussions or reminiscing. just joke time the whole time, seriously howell and leo, that celphone thing is gonna bite you in the ass one of these days. some poker and billiards only. nothing much. well i think i'm still at a random success rate in billiards, given of course the nature of the law of physics defying table of howell. i did however pocket 3 balls in one shot. that's right, and the cue ball wasn't one of them LOL. 2 of the 3 weren't mine though haha but still, 3 in a go. you can never beat that leonard! nyarnyarnyar, it trumps your trickshot! which is pretty cool, he pockets too balls in one shot, the cue ball hits one ball a the right corner pocket then with that momentum pockets the other ball in the left corner pocket cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at nov 4 for the birthday gimik and left at around 8:30, leaving my things. when i came back at around 6:30 to pick up my things...lo and behold. jaundice and kix were on the pc...dota and leonard and howell were ASLEEP. makes you wonder what they all did while i was out. needless to say, we stayed for one more day. pizza, yellowcab again haha. oh and howell owes leonard pizza yey lahat kami nayari na sa mga katangahang bets. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see when we'll meet again. hopefully this week to watch the prestige and avail of that pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll probably right my movie reviews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-2714756789084064560?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-8987547187885656493</id><published>2006-11-06T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:15:39.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gimik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>nov 4 gimik</title><content type='html'>omedetou tanjoubi gozaimas cobang-san to ber-chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun day moa for the gang. pics &lt;a href="http://scribe.multiply.blogspot.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met up at sjcs then proceeded to moa. during the car ride hershey and i were discussing business. that's a guy with direction all right. i wouldn't be surprised if he were to be a millioinaire before he gets married. haha and what of me i wonder... but that's another entry for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellowcab lunch was great, lotsa pizza haha bonded with herschel who i haven't seen for the longest time. i only hoped that we would have more stimulating discussions in the future haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was great seeing old friends. therese, tiffany, shuri, bernice, sisa, herschel, anniline, cobang, hershey...hm a lot of girls with me again but no romantic involvement, the story of my life? wag naman though it is getting rather disturbing with all my college blocks full of girls... oh wells. lets not be too presumptuous haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch arcade which unexpectedly lasted the whole day. sayang hindi kami nakapag-ice skating or movie instead. but still cobs gave me the skating tix so i can use them with barkadaincs getaway...whenever that happens diba leo, mark??? timezone the whole day grabe. my exercise comes in the form of dance rev and dance maniax. while i'm not one of those dancing afficionados, i've been inspired by marcelle to actually dance and not just hit the songs. by dance partner sisa however insisted on "dancing" to the harder and faster songs. songs you cannot dance to at all. haha survived but still, i was sweating really really hard. great work out. sisa and i played the machine more than 8 times i think haha. it was fun. as for dance rev, i still got it managing a consistent B for advanced songs. paranoia? kaya pa rin!!! yeba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til the next gimik i guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-8987547187885656493?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8987547187885656493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=8987547187885656493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>tourney report for nov 5</title><content type='html'>it was a great tourney! not particularly happy with how i finished though, only at 12th place with the final standings of 2-1-2. played against aggro slivers, loam control, scepter chant, gifts, and ug wtf. weird weird day. i had two draws despite my piloting fcg, the uber aggro deck. once again i made several play errors which cost me games. against mike's scepter chant game two i could've won by sacing to sgc a gobo at eot followed by 3 more sac then attack ftw because mike didn't have enough mana to pay the kicker of the imprinted chant! i didn't notice darn! against johan i didn't mulligan my hand which eventually cost me the game. sayang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well next time lessons learned. mull, be attentive and use tin street hooligan (thanks allan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again it was a fun day. this time we were at jupiter's BCI. we really felt the love! we had discounted meals yeba! airconditioned, great service. CLEAN, REAL TABLES! lunch was great, coz even though i was the only one who represented my team i was accompanied by tx's arvin and indi rommel. the rest of the community sat with their respective teammates. and my job as photographer ensued. haha great fun seeing the teams together, TX, chopsuey, budget, classic erm MF? pics are &lt;a href="http://philippinevintage.multiply.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tx has a playmat designed by none other than quix maiquez who was a regular contributor to heights back then. cool stuff. more jokes, more magic c/o marcelle. ponsi randomly screaming "yugi, watch out!" and having top deck moments accompanied by... "heto na...heto na... [not the card you needed] AH!!! dubi dubi dubi, handshake bi dubi dubi du. haha joke time talaga. great fun, great community. later hitched a ride with mike and we were talking about how vintage grew. it was reborn at mike's shop and when he decided to close it, lauren took it up and it's still relatively healthy. good times. we also talked about my team visiting and playing at mike's shop back when we were in high school, and look now...we're college sophomores. how time passes. how the good times roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note, i really need to get powered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vintage forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-4843623177066755401?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4843623177066755401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=4843623177066755401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4843623177066755401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/4843623177066755401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/11/tourney-report-for-nov-5.html' title='tourney report for nov 5'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-2436953727932795822</id><published>2006-10-30T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T08:34:00.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>on the way home</title><content type='html'>going to fairview was a daunting task. that i would be going on my own made it harder. commuting is fun for me, if i know where i am going and how my destination looked like. sm fairview wasn't in either of those. nonetheless an adventure! so i took the train to q ave then boarded an fx for the fair view (really far) then hopped over to sm fairview and joined the tourney. see previous post. on the way home was an entirely different banana. since we finished at around 8:30 (which was really early, last time i hit 2nd we finished at 10:30.)  in order to get back home i had to take an fx then a bus then 2 jeeps or a jeep and a long walk which i opted for. i was with naps ponsi chris jm zoilo and hm i forgot who was with naps. it was a fun ride joking about the tourney. its always fun to be around the vintage community. one we got off at sm north to take the bus to blumentritt only ponsi chris and i were left. then ponsi and i got off to take a jeep to sta cruz. it was interesting to be talking about life and all the baggage it brings. sometimes i forget how young i actually am and who i'm competing with. well i'll be joining the ranks of 20 and up soon but still hehe. we discussed careers, life, love. i got some really good advice from him with regards to graduating and friendship. its really different going around with various circles. fun experiences! the sad thing about our last jeepney ride was that ponsi kept warning me about the route that i'll be taking, because he'll be getting off earlier. tayuman is dark and dangerous according to him. and there are gangs and all. he told me to stay near the entrance and get off if a group of people suddenly get near. i already know these things but what was sad about it was when would the philippines be safe enough for these advices to be obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;when can this country live peacefully. in places in canada and america, some people do not lock their house doors or car doors. people smile at each other, greet each other, talk to each other without subtext, without fear of being gagged/kidnapped/raped and all...in a perfect world. will we ever get to that perfect world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i walked home, i was pondering that. i guess i'm lucky never to run into thugs while commuting, hope my luck keeps going on!  i guess the climate really says a lot about the people living with the conditions. let's hope for a better tomorrow. let's work for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random thing, while i was at a street near my house the sky suddenly went white and a loud bang resounded! it wasn't raining so i thought the sky was falling! yes i actually thought that, don't blame me it was a brilliant white streak at the whole sky! as i ran home i saw the lights of the buildings die. i sighed with relief as it dawned to me that it was just the generator/transformer whatever thingumajiggy produces electricity exloded. haha wala lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-2436953727932795822?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2436953727932795822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=2436953727932795822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2436953727932795822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/2436953727932795822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-way-home.html' title='on the way home'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-1272221619511398255</id><published>2006-10-30T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:58:37.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>tourney report</title><content type='html'>updates to my vintage ranking, i am now at 43, page 3... darn, still waiting for the next two to pop in because the prior one had me at a 0-2-1 drop then the subsequent one at 5-2-1 2nd place. (to franz's chagrin and now newfound nickname...silver collector.) i will get to the first page!!! you watch! cheng's the new first placer followed by retired jp who i have never met then lauren and marcelle. tx talaga malupit. haha basta MF will have it's moment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 29 SM Fairview Vintage Tournament. Time Spiral Legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to expect, i have no idea. i wasn't planning on playing landstill, and i don't think i will try to play landstill in an aggro meta that much. i was thinking of playing affinity, i already had a decklist but looking for pieces is a different banana. hello... no disciple of the vault? ancient den (just getting all the artifact lands in order)? no siree deck won't run. so i had to take the next best constructed thing available at MF HQ... FCG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no experience playing fcg, barring the time i resolved shared fate against an fcg... mmm... good fun times. but i was a newb then rushing for the win. this time i can play shared fate as a better control player but that's a tale for antoher day when the opportunity opens itself up again. anyways n experience whatsoever and i had to make tweaks to my deck to boot! a quick read at mondu's primer gave me enough basic knowledge piloting the deck. experience would teach the rest. i was packing tech in the form of umezawa's jitte which saved my ass against 2 games. one was with arvin piloting gifts. yeah a resolved piledriver against a blue control deck is nothing to laugh about specially if it is wearing a jitte. elvish spirit guide actually joined the fun. lsot the other two games though, one was to a misplay of REB and another to well tinker... to be fair with jitte was super tech! yeba MF RULES!!! i made so many misplays in the tourney but as luck would have it i made it to the top. well to the silvery top. my matches were interesting and exciting. it was fun to relish the feeling of comboing again, though i only ripped once. haha and i didn't even realize that i was able to rip that turn more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 8 matches.&lt;br /&gt;first was against budget stax. easy enough win because of opponent killing himself. game 2 had me with a lackey but no gobs to put down but still opponent did most of the work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next match was against ponsi's uw fish. 2nd time to match up. hard fights all around. the world was getting darker and darker as ponsi resolved 2 meddling mages naming ringleader and recruiter. then he resolved a jitte and popped it to ringleader meddling mage. and he attacked with it. i then gempalmed the other mage. it was a misplay on his part which allowed me to steal the win via combo. next turn i resolved a food chain sacrificing my prospector for a recruiter, then my recruiter for gempalm and my gempalm for ringleader. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last match was with jm crisostomo piloting ww/u mondu style which i faced-off against in my earlier vintage days, as luck would have it while i played shared fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first game should've been the win but i made a mistake of playing a non-basic land first then resolving a recruiter. stacking a perfect stack because next turn i have mana to cast foodchain with another land i kep in my hand. i foolishly forgot to stack the prospector and jm wasted the stompnig grounds. /gg. game two had me making errors again not waiting until i had 2 removal spells to off the active mother of runes. darn it!!! oh well that's life. experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished second. 2 packs and a watery grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned, fix the mana base accordingly. there were many times when i only had a mox d or just a land to go at the game. it was hard... very very hard... don't stack too early, if ever stack with a contingency plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still it was a great fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF REPRESENT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-1272221619511398255?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1272221619511398255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=1272221619511398255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1272221619511398255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/1272221619511398255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/10/tourney-report.html' title='tourney report'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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-8833296307734326097.post-6548009300660916740</id><published>2006-10-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T09:15:06.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>a new blog</title><content type='html'>hi guys. i'm not too sure why i've moved on to blogger beta but mark swears this one is better so here's to giving new things a whirl. there's been a lot of nothing going on since sem break. i'm looking to a better semester. there are so many things i have to fix, but here's to new opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if i still screw up this sem, i'm killing myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833296307734326097-6548009300660916740?l=thebluewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6548009300660916740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8833296307734326097&amp;postID=6548009300660916740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6548009300660916740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8833296307734326097/posts/default/6548009300660916740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluewalker.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-blog.html' title='a new blog'/><author><name>ozy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442</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></feed>
