<?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-6324638887464223622</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:05:22.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Ink</title><subtitle type='html'>On a quest to find the three droplets of ink that got lost in the Pacific ocean...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324638887464223622.post-8181329155047829580</id><published>2008-09-04T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:03:26.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y gn2 k spk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sa totoo lang, naiinis ako sa mga taong sobrang tamad pumindot ng cellphone, lahat na lang shinortcut. At mas naiinis ako sa mga taong nasanay na sa ganun, kahit hindi na text message, shino-shortcut pa din. At yung ibang words, pinapaarte pa! Halimbawa, nakuha ko ito sa isang testimonial/comment sa friendster:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#333333" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellow bb!!! Mzta n bb q? Miz na u poh! Y di na u visit sa hawz? I noe bz k s skul pro Ihop d k mwlan tym 4 me. nweiz, d2 lng me nmn lgi kya f u hav tym, col me nlng w8 q col mo. bb, i luv u! k na me sa tsts. i tot b2bgsak me but not pla. tnx s pryers. Kla2 u b si anne? Kla2 u dw nya. cuz q xa. nksbay ko xa sa jip nvytd u dw s bday nya. geh, tc! pgpunta mo d2, paglu22 kta fav u - cngang. Mwaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Mwahhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#333333" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps gs2 q dn ng tsti gn2 dn kganda huh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- nakakabwisit diba? Napaka-immature basahin... sorry sa mga makakabasa nito na nag-ttxt speak din... naiinis lang talaga ako sa mga ganito...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-8181329155047829580?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/8181329155047829580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=8181329155047829580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/8181329155047829580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/8181329155047829580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2008/09/y-gn2-k-spk.html' title='Y gn2 k spk?'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-44129312190714965</id><published>2008-09-03T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:07:48.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baril-barilan versus Counterstrike</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nung weekend, pinapanood ko ang kapatid kong batang babae na naglalaro ng PC games. Nakakamangha kasi ang galing nya! Naisip ko swerte naman nito, nung bata ako, sa ganung edad, Super Mario 2 ang pinaka hi-tech na laro na nalaro ko; sa Family Com pa. Pero napag-isip isip ko, sa araw araw na nakikita ko sya, kung walang pasok at hindi sya nagrereview, PC at PSP ang nilalaro. Kahit yung mga kababata nya ganun din. Puro mga techie kids. Madami na alam sa techie stuff kahit wala pang teen stage. Swerte sa swerte, pero kung tutuusin, hindi ko gusto ang nangyayari.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ibang-iba ang mga laro noon. Malayong malayo at hindi mo pwede ikumpara sa mga hi-tech games ngayon. Halimbawa, ano ang laban ng piko sa dance-dance revo o kaya baril-barilan sa counter strike? Para sa mga kabataan ngayon, mag-counter na lang sila, di pa sila pagod.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pero kung ako ang papipiliin, mas gugustuhin ko pa rin ang sipa, syato, patintero, tumbang preso, mataya-taya, langit lupa, yoyo, trumpo, agawang-base(moro-moro), luksong-tinik, luksong-baka, black 1-2-3, follow the leader, bahay-bahayan, chinese garter, 10-20, monkey-monkey, Dr. Kwak-kwak, saka RPG (role playing games na hindi sa PC, kundi yung kunyari ikaw si Red 1, tapos yung bestfriend mo si Green 2, yung bading na bata si Pink 5, etc...). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Para sa akin, mas masaya ito. Iba ang tinuturo ng mga larong ito. Oo, aminado ako, mas nai-stumulate ang mga utak ng mga kabataan sa hi-tech na games. Mas tumatalino sila, pero hanggang dun lang. Wala masyadong improvement ang social skills at character formation. Noon, kapag wala ka laruan, maglakad ka lang sa bakuran mo makakagawa ka ng truck-trakan na gawa sa mga lata, o kaya soapy bubbles from gumamela. Ang mga bata ngayon, pag di pinayagan magamit ang PC or consoles nila, iiyak na lang. Walang initiative at creativity. Noon, kapag mas madami, mas masaya. Ngayon, mas madaming nakikisali sa hi-tech games nila, mas nakakainis para sa kanila. Walang social awareness. Noon, katulong ang mga tatay at kuya sa paggawa ng sarangola, turumpo, o kaya baril-barilan. Ngayon, pinagtatawanan nila mga tatay nila dahil hindi masyado marunong sa PC. Kulang na sa family bonding. Noon, kapag nadapa ang mga bata, most of the time, tatayo yan at sasabihin- "Hindi naman masakit!". Ngayon, pag nadapa, ngangawa na lang at hihintayin nilang pulutin sila ng mga yaya o magulang nila. Lampa! Dati bihira ang mga lampa. Ngayon, halos lahat ng bata lampa!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haay nako... ang dami-dami ko pang pwede isulat dito... baka lang humaba.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, hindi ako dapat mainggit sa mga bata ngayon. Dapat maawa ako sa kanila. Dahil lalaki ang karamihan sa kanila na matatalinong lampa at hindi marunong sa buhay!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-44129312190714965?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/44129312190714965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=44129312190714965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/44129312190714965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/44129312190714965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2008/09/baril-barilan-versus-counterstrike.html' title='Baril-barilan versus Counterstrike'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-5332055386212887580</id><published>2008-07-28T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:26:25.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-henerasyon kita kung:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*alam mo kung ano ang gagawin kapag naburot ka sa syato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*naghanap ka ng balat ng candy para gamitin sa tingga para makapaglaro kayo ng sipa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*nakakanta mo ng maayos ang - "10 20 30 40 50 60 70 80 90 100"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*gumamit ka ng water-gun sa baril-barilan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*ang text ay wala sa cellphone kundi sa kahon ng sapatos at binibilang ng ganito - "I-sa-da-lawa-tat-lo-cha!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*naghanap ka ng gagambang lason para ilaban sa mayabang mong kaibigan na may undefeated na gagambang totoo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*alam mo ang kaibahan ng mga tunog ng binatog, ice cream, puto, taho, at balut&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*napapanuod mo minsan si Ka Gerry Heronimo sa Ating Alamin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*Gumagawa ka ng bangkang papel kapag bumabaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*gumamit ka ng kanin para ipandikit sa sarangola mong gawa sa tingting at dyaryo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*astig para sayo ang may game and watch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*mas astig ang may brick game&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;*kumakain ka ng aratilis&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*nagpipitpit ng gumamela para gawing soapy bubbles &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;*pinipilit ka matulog ng nanay mo pag hapon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*alam mo ang langit-lupa at monkey-monkey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;*kinabisado mo ang - up,up,down,down,left,left,righ,right,b,a,b,a,select,start &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*kilala mo si buknoy the fighting ball &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*alam mo kung naka-ilang yellow four sa bioman &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*nanunuod ka ng dragon ball kapag 5:30 dahil idol mo si goku, o kung babae o bading ka naman, sailormoon dahil crush mo si tuxedo mask &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*mighty kid sapatos mo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*nagsulat ka ng - "Thank you for giving me the chance to write in your slumbook. J.A.P.A.N."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;*alam mo kung ano ang susunod sa -"Bolang bilog, wag patulog-tulog, sabihin sakin ang sagot- ______________"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman';mso-ansi-language: EN-US;mso-fareast-language: FR-CH;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Kapag may higanteng itlog na mahuhulog sa batya sa shaider, alam mo ang tugtog. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*idol mo si McGyver &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*wala kayong telepono at nakikitawag ka lang dati - di-ikot pa mga telepono&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*cute pa para sayo si aiza seguerra&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*meron kang pencil case na maraming compartments na pinagyayabang mo sa mga kaklase mo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*alam mo lyrics ng "tinapang bangus" at "alagang-alaga namin si puti"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*alam mo ang kantang "gloria labandera".. lumusong sya sa tubig ang paa ay nabasa at ang "1, 2, 3, asawa ni marie"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*inabutan mo pa yung singkong korteng bulaklak at yung diyes na square&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*alam mo yung kwento ng pari na binigyan ng pera yung batang umakyat ng puno para bumili ng panty... and shempre, alam mo rin ba kung ano binigay nya sa nanay nung umakyat ng puno&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*meron kang kabisadong kanta ni andrew e na alam mo hanggang ngayon.. aminin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*bumibili ka ng bazooka bubble gum... at binabasa mo yung comics sa loob&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*ang tawag mo sa porn ay bold&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-5332055386212887580?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/5332055386212887580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=5332055386212887580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/5332055386212887580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/5332055386212887580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2008/07/ka-henerasyon-kita-kung.html' title='Ka-henerasyon kita kung:'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-2676280152968349855</id><published>2008-07-15T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:08:01.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between a man and a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;1. Men think silently and then speak out exactly what they feel, and when women are hurt as a result of that, men are tagged as insensitive; Women think out loud describing every detail of a story that happened a long time ago, teeming with anecdotes and quotes against the men, and when men get hurt as a result of that, men deserve it because they were insensitive in the first place.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;2. When a man goes to a department store to buy a pair of socks, he will come back 30 minutes later with a pair of socks; When a woman goes to a department store to buy a pair of stockings, she will come back 6 hours later with a pair of slippers, a pair of office shoes, 3 Tees that she bought with 15% discount each, a very cute bag, a skirt with a newly-released design, another pair of shoes, a swimsuit (her last one is already outdated), two pairs of bikinis, a push-up bra, a set of cosmetics, a box of brownies, a lot of special-offer pamphlets, and a caramel macchiato from Starbucks... and then at home, she'll say - Oh, I forgot to buy my stockings...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;3. When a man leaves the toilet seat up after using it, he will often hear the woman nagging about how insensitively lazy he is for leaving the toilet seat up; when a woman leaves the toilet seat down after using it, you will never hear a man nagging about how insensitively lazy she is for leaving the toilet seat down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;4. Women can kiss each other on the cheeks when they meet and no one will give a damn; when men kiss each other on the cheeks when they meet, they will be tagged as faggots forever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;5. Sexually speaking, the larger a man's tool is, the luckier the woman; sexually speaking, the larger the woman's cave is, the unluckier the man&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;6. Women say men always think of Sex; men say - also sports and gadgets, actually most of the time sports and gadgets except when a really gorgeous woman walks past&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;7. A woman has the entire color wheel to choose from when buying office shoes; a man has black, brown, and... I think that's it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;8. When a woman slaps a man twenty times in the middle of a fight, her friends would say that is ok because she was angry; when a man punches a woman once in the middle of a fight, the woman will break up with him and he will be cursed forever by the woman's family and friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;9. When a man sees a really good shirt worn by a friend, he will say- Nice Shirt!; When a woman sees a really good blouse worn by a friend, she will say- Oh my God, that is a very nice blouse! Where did you buy it? What is the brand? How much did you pay for it? Was it on sale? Are there other colors? etc... etc... etc...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;10. When women are moody, men should understand or else they will fight; when men are moody, he should start changing his attitude or else they will fight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;11. When a woman cries in the streets, men will offer their help thinking that she needs them; when a man cries in the streets, women will think either he is crazy or is a wussy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;12. When a man says yes, he means yes; when a woman says yes, it can mean yes, no, maybe, not quite, or you're an asshole!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;13.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women always brag that men and women should be treated equally; but-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;- a man is ungentlemanly if he doesn't give a woman his seat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;- a man is ungentlemanly if he does not open a door for a woman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;- a man is ungentlemanly if he lets his wife fix the fence while he gossips with a neighbor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;- and a lot more...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;Okay, enough of the men as underdogs, let's change this a little bit:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;14. When a heterosexual man is seen with a group of beautiful women, he is a god; when a heterosexual woman is seen with a group of handsome men, she is a whore!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;15. When a man is seen dancing passionately in the streets, he must be a performing artist; when a woman is seen dancing passionately in the streets, she must be a whore!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;16. When a man dates his female boss, they're discussing business; when a woman dates her male boss, she is a whore!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;17. When a man hits on another man's girlfriend, he is a player; when a woman hits on another woman's boyfriend, she is a whore!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;18. When a man is seen with a foreign woman, he is lucky; when a woman is seen with a foreign man, she is a whore!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;19. A man who enters the women's locker room is brave; a woman who enters the men's locker room is a whore!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;20. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A man who thinks he can get every woman he likes is probably daydreaming; a woman who thinks she can get every man she likes is probably a whore!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&lt;font face="TheSerifBasic-Light" size="3"&gt;                &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-2676280152968349855?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/2676280152968349855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=2676280152968349855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/2676280152968349855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/2676280152968349855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2008/07/difference-between-man-and-woman.html' title='The difference between a man and a woman'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324638887464223622.post-6000969310244860945</id><published>2007-10-26T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:19:15.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 48 Laws of Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt; &lt;H1 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;The 48 Laws of Power&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/H1&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;by Robert Greene and Joost Elffers&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 1&lt;?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O /&gt;&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Never Outshine the Master&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Always make those above you feel comfortably superior.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;In your desire to please or impress them, do not go too far in displaying your talents or you might accomplish the opposite – inspire fear and insecurity.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Make your masters appear more brilliant than they are and you will attain the heights of power.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoHeading8 align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 2&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Never put too Much Trust in Friends, Learn how to use Enemies&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Be wary of friends-they will betray you more quickly, for they are easily aroused to envy.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;They also become spoiled and tyrannical. But hire a former enemy and he will be more loyal than a friend, because he has more to prove.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;In fact, you have more to fear from friends than from enemies.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;If you have no enemies, find a way to make them.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 3&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Conceal your Intentions&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Keep people off-balance and in the dark by never revealing the purpose behind your actions.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;If they have no clue what you are up to, they cannot prepare a defense.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Guide them far enough down the wrong path, envelope them in enough smoke, and by the time they realize your intentions, it will be too late.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 4&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Always Say Less than Necessary&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;When you are trying to impress people with words, the more you say, the more common you appear, and the less in control.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Even if you are saying something banal, it will seem original if you make it vague, open-ended, and sphinxlike.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Powerful people impress and intimidate by saying less.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The more you say, the more likely you are to say something foolish.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 5&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;So Much Depends on Reputation – Guard it with your Life&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Reputation is the cornerstone of power.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Through reputation alone you can intimidate and win; once you slip, however, you are vulnerable, and will be attacked on all sides.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Make your reputation unassailable.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Always be alert to potential attacks and thwart them before they happen.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Meanwhile, learn to destroy your enemies by opening holes in their own reputations.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Then stand aside and let public opinion hang them.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 6&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Court Attention at all Cost&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Everything is judged by its appearance; what is unseen counts for nothing.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Never let yourself get lost in the crowd, then, or buried in oblivion.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Stand out.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Be conspicuous, at all cost.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Make yourself a magnet of attention by appearing larger, more colorful, more mysterious, than the bland and timid masses.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;  &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 7&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Get others to do the Work for you, but Always Take the Credit&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Use the wisdom, knowledge, and legwork of other people to further your own cause.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Not only will such assistance save you valuable time and energy, it will give you a godlike aura of efficiency and speed.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;In the end your helpers will be forgotten and you will be remembered.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Never do yourself what others can do for you.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 8&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Make other People come to you – use Bait if Necessary&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;When you force the other person to act, you are the one in control.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It is always better to make your opponent come to you, abandoning his own plans in the process.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Lure him with fabulous gains – then attack.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You hold the cards.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 9&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Win through your Actions, Never through Argument&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Any momentary triumph you think gained through argument is really a Pyrrhic victory:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The resentment and ill will you stir up is stronger and lasts longer than any momentary change of opinion.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It is much more powerful to get others to agree with you through your actions, without saying a word.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Demonstrate, do not explicate.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 10&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Infection: Avoid the Unhappy and Unlucky&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;You can die from someone else’s misery – emotional states are as infectious as disease.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You may feel you are helping the drowning man but you are only precipitating your own disaster.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The unfortunate sometimes draw misfortune on themselves; they will also draw it on you.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Associate with the happy and fortunate instead.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoHeading8 align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 11&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Learn to Keep People Dependent on You&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;To maintain your independence you must always be needed and wanted.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The more you are relied on, the more freedom you have.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Make people depend on you for their happiness and prosperity and you have nothing to fear.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Never teach them enough so that they can do without you.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 12&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoHeading8&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;                    Use Selective Honesty and Generosity to Disarm your Victim&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;One sincere and honest move will cover over dozens of dishonest ones.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Open-hearted gestures of honesty and generosity bring down the guard of even the most suspicious people.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once your selective honesty opens a hole in their armor, you can deceive and manipulate them at will.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;A timely gift – a Trojan horse – will serve the same purpose.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 13&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;When Asking for Help, Appeal to People’s Self-Interest, &lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Never to their Mercy or Gratitude&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;If you need to turn to an ally for help, do not bother to remind him of your past assistance and good deeds.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;He will find a way to ignore you.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Instead, uncover something in your request, or in your alliance with him, that will benefit him, and emphasize it out of all proportion.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;He will respond enthusiastically when he sees something to be gained for himself.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 14&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pose as a Friend, Work as a Spy&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Knowing about your rival is critical.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Use spies to gather valuable information that will keep you a step ahead.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Better still: Play the spy yourself.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;In polite social encounters, learn to probe.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Ask indirect questions to get people to reveal their weaknesses and intentions.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;There is no occasion that is not an opportunity for artful spying.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 15&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Crush your Enemy Totally&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;(Sometimes they have learned this the hard way.)&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;If one ember is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders, a fire will eventually break out.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The enemy will recover, and will seek revenge.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 16&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Use Absence to Increase Respect and Honor&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Too much circulation makes the price go down:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The more you are seen and heard from, the more common you appear.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;If you are already established in a group, temporary withdrawal from it will make you more talked about, even more admired.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You must learn when to leave.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Create value through scarcity.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;B&gt;Law 17&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Keep Others in Suspended Terror: Cultivate an Air of Unpredictability&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Humans are creatures of habit with an insatiable need to see familiarity in other people’s actions.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Your predictability gives them a sense of control.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Turn the tables: Be deliberately unpredictable.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Behavior that seems to have no consistency or purpose will keep them off-balance, and they will wear themselves out trying to explain your moves.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Taken to an extreme, this strategy can intimidate and terrorize.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 18&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Do Not Build Fortresses to Protect Yourself – Isolation is Dangerous&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;The world is dangerous and enemies are everywhere – everyone has to protect themselves.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;A fortress seems the safest. But isolation exposes you to more dangers than it protects you from – it cuts you off from valuable information, it makes you conspicuous and an easy target.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Better to circulate among people find allies, mingle.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You are shielded from your enemies by the crowd.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 19&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Know Who You’re Dealing with – Do Not Offend the Wrong Person&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;There are many different kinds of people in the world, and you can never assume that everyone will react to your strategies in the same way.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Deceive or outmaneuver some people and they will spend the rest of their lives seeking revenge.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;They are wolves in lambs’ clothing.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Choose your victims and opponents carefully, then – never offend or deceive the wrong person.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 20&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Do Not Commit to Anyone&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;It is the fool who always rushes to take sides.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Do not commit to any side or cause but yourself.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;By maintaining your independence, you become the master of others – playing people against one another, making them pursue you.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 21&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Play a Sucker to Catch a Sucker – Seem Dumber than your Mark&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;No one likes feeling stupider than the next persons.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The trick, is to make your victims feel smart – and not just smart, but smarter than you are.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once convinced of this, they will never suspect that you may have ulterior motives.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 22&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Use the Surrender Tactic: Transform Weakness into Power&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;When you are weaker, never fight for honor’s sake; choose surrender instead.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Surrender gives you time to recover, time to torment and irritate your conqueror, time to wait for his power to wane.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Do not give him the satisfaction of fighting and defeating you – surrender first.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;By turning the other check you infuriate and unsettle him.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Make surrender a tool of power.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 23&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Concentrate Your Forces&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Conserve your forces and energies by keeping them concentrated at their strongest point.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You gain more by finding a rich mine and mining it deeper, than by flitting from one shallow mine to another – intensity defeats extensity every time.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;When looking for sources of power to elevate you, find the one key patron, the fat cow who will give you milk for a long time to come.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 24&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Play the Perfect Courtier&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;The perfect courtier thrives in a world where everything revolves around power and political dexterity.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;He has mastered the art of indirection; he flatters, yields to superiors, and asserts power over others in the mot oblique and graceful manner.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Learn and apply the laws of courtiership and there will be no limit to how far you can rise in the court.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 25&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Re-Create Yourself&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Do not accept the roles that society foists on you.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Re-create yourself by forging a new identity, one that commands attention and never bores the audience.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Be the master of your own image rather than letting others define if for you.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Incorporate dramatic devices into your public gestures and actions – your power will be enhanced and your character will seem larger than life.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 26&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Keep Your Hands Clean&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;You must seem a paragon of civility and efficiency: Your hands are never soiled by mistakes and nasty deeds.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Maintain such a spotless appearance by using others as scapegoats and cat’s-paws to disguise your involvement.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 27&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Play on People’s Need to Believe to Create a Cultlike Following&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;People have an overwhelming desire to believe in something.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Become the focal point of such desire by offering them a cause, a new faith to follow.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Keep your words vague but full of promise; emphasize enthusiasm over rationality and clear thinking.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Give your new disciples rituals to perform, ask them to make sacrifices on your behalf.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;In the absence of organized religion and grand causes, your new belief system will bring you untold power.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 28&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Enter Action with Boldness&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=left&gt;If you are unsure of a course of action, do not attempt it.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Your doubts and hesitations will infect your execution.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Timidity is dangerous:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Better to enter with boldness.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Any mistakes you commit through audacity are easily corrected with more audacity.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Everyone admires the bold; no one honors the timid.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 29&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Plan All the Way to the End&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;The ending is everything.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Plan all the way to it, taking into account all the possible consequences, obstacles, and twists of fortune that might reverse your hard work and give the glory to others.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;By planning to the end you will not be overwhelmed by circumstances and you will know when to stop.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Gently guide fortune and help determine the future by thinking far ahead.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 30&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Make your Accomplishments Seem Effortless&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Your actions must seem natural and executed with ease.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;All the toil and practice that go into them, and also all the clever tricks, must be concealed.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;When you act, act effortlessly, as if you could do much more.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Avoid the temptation of revealing how hard you work – it only raises questions.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Teach no one your tricks or they will be used against you.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 31&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Control the Options: Get Others to Play with the Cards you Deal&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;The best deceptions are the ones that seem to give the other person a choice:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Your victims feel they are in control, but are actually your puppets.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Give people options that come out in your favor whichever one they choose.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Force them to make choices between the lesser of two evils, both of which serve your purpose.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Put them on the horns of a dilemma:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;They are gored wherever they turn.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 32&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Play to People’s Fantasies&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;The truth is often avoided because it is ugly and unpleasant.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Never appeal to truth and reality unless you are prepared for the anger that comes for disenchantment.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Life is so harsh and distressing that people who can manufacture romance or conjure up fantasy are like oases in the desert:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Everyone flocks to them. There is great power in tapping into the fantasies of the masses.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 33&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Discover Each Man’s Thumbscrew&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Everyone has a weakness, a gap in the castle wall.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;That weakness is usual y an insecurity, an uncontrollable emotion or need; it can also be a small secret pleasure.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Either way, once found, it is a thumbscrew you can turn to your advantage.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt;  &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 34&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Be Royal in your Own Fashion:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Act like a King to be treated like one&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;The way you carry yourself will often determine how you are treated; In the long run, appearing vulgar or common will make people disrespect you.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;For a king respects himself and inspires the same sentiment in others.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;By acting regally and confident of your powers, you make yourself seem destined to wear a crown.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 35&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Master the Art of Timing&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Never seem to be in a hurry – hurrying betrays a lack of control over yourself, and over time.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Always seem patient, as if you know that everything will come to you eventually.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Become a detective of the right moment; sniff out the spirit of the times, the trends that will carry you to power.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Learn to stand back when the time is not yet ripe, and to strike fiercely when it has reached fruition.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 36&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Disdain Things you cannot have:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Ignoring them is the best Revenge&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;By acknowledging a petty problem you give it existence and credibility.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The more attention you pay an enemy, the stronger you make him; and a small mistake is often made worse and more visible when you try to fix it.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It is sometimes best to leave things alone.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;If there is something you want but cannot have, show contempt for it.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The less interest you reveal, the more superior you seem. &lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 37&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Create Compelling Spectacles&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Striking imagery and grand symbolic gestures create the aura of power – everyone responds to them.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Stage spectacles for those around you, then full of arresting visuals and radiant symbols that heighten your presence.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Dazzled by appearances, no one will notice what you are really doing.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 38&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Think as you like but Behave like others&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;If you make a show of going against the times, flaunting your unconventional ideas and unorthodox ways, people will think that you only want attention and that you look down upon them.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;They will find a way to punish you for making them feel inferior.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It is far safer to blend in and nurture the common touch. Share your originality only with tolerant friends and those who are sure to appreciate your uniqueness.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 39&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Stir up Waters to Catch Fish&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Anger and emotion are strategically counterproductive.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You must always stay calm and objective.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;But if you can make your enemies angry while staying calm yourself, you gain a decided advantage.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Put your enemies off-balance: Find the chink in their vanity through which you can rattle them and you hold the strings.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 40&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Despise the Free Lunch&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;What is offered for free is dangerous – it usually involves either a trick or a hidden obligation.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;What has worth is worth paying for.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;By paying your own way you stay clear of gratitude, guilt, and deceit.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It is also often wise to pay the full price – there is no cutting corners with excellence.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Be lavish with your money and keep it circulating, for generosity is a sign and a magnet for power.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 41&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Avoid Stepping into a Great Man’s Shoes&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;What happens first always appears better and more original than what comes after.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;If you succeed a great man or have a famous parent, you will have to accomplish double their achievements to outshine them.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Do not get lost in their shadow, or stuck in a past not of your own making:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Establish your own name and identity by changing course.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Slay the overbearing father, disparage his legacy, and gain power by shining in your own way.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 42&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Strike the Shepherd and the Sheep will Scatter&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Trouble can often be traced to a single strong individual – the stirrer, the arrogant underling, the poisoned of goodwill.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;If you allow such people room to operate, others will succumb to their influence.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Do not wait for the troubles they cause to multiply, do not try to negotiate with them – they are irredeemable.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Neutralize their influence by isolating or banishing them.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Strike at the source of the trouble and the sheep will scatter.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 43&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Work on the Hearts and Minds of Others&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Coercion creates a reaction that will eventually work against you.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You must seduce others into wanting to move in your direction.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;A person you have seduced becomes your loyal pawn.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;And the way to seduce others is to operate on their individual psychologies and weaknesses.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Soften up the resistant by working on their emotions, playing on what they hold dear and what they fear.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Ignore the hearts and minds of others and they will grow to hate you.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 44&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Disarm and Infuriate with the Mirror Effect&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;The mirror reflects reality, but it is also the perfect tool for deception: When you mirror your enemies, doing exactly as they do, they cannot figure out your strategy.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The Mirror Effect mocks and humiliates them, making them overreact.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;By holding up a mirror to their psyches, you seduce them with the illusion that you share their values; by holding up a mirror to their actions, you teach them a lesson.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Few can resist the power of Mirror Effect.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 45&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Preach the Need for Change, but Never Reform too much at Once&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Everyone understands the need for change in the abstract, but on the day-to-day level people are creatures of habit.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Too much innovation is traumatic, and will lead to revolt.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;If you are new to a position of power, or an outsider trying to build a power base, make a show of respecting the old way of doing things.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;If change is necessary, make it feel like a gentle improvement on the past.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 46&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Never appear too Perfect&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;Appearing better than others is always dangerous, but most dangerous of all is to appear to have no faults or weaknesses.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Envy creates silent enemies.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It is smart to occasionally display defects, and admit to harmless vices, in order to deflect envy and appear more human and approachable.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Only gods and the dead can seem perfect with impunity.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 47&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Do not go Past the Mark you Aimed for; In Victory, Learn when to Stop&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;The moment of victory is often the moment of greatest peril.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;In the heat of victory, arrogance and overconfidence can push you past the goal you had aimed for, and by going too far, you make more enemies than you defeat.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Do not allow success to go to your head.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;There is no substitute for strategy and careful planning.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Set a goal, and when you reach it, stop.&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Law 48&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Assume Formlessness&lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt;By taking a shape, by having a visible plan, you open yourself to attack.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Instead of taking a form for your enemy to grasp, keep yourself adaptable and on the move.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Accept the fact that nothing is certain and no law is fixed.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The best way to protect yourself is to be as fluid and formless as water; never bet on stability or lasting order.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Everything changes.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt; &lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt; &lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt; &lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText&gt; &lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt; &lt;O:P&gt; &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-6000969310244860945?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/6000969310244860945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=6000969310244860945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/6000969310244860945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/6000969310244860945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/10/48-laws-of-power.html' title='The 48 Laws of Power'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-4161468154114004440</id><published>2007-07-16T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:37:28.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Software Development Life Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;I got this from the net. Funny, but to think of it, this actually is what really is happening...&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.logiraptor.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rpr1qgoKCp8AAGNraUs1/Software_development_lifecycle.jpg?et=Q29ygaf0K0NKMzAsYnS5LQ" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-4161468154114004440?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/4161468154114004440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=4161468154114004440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4161468154114004440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4161468154114004440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/07/software-development-life-cycle.html' title='Software Development Life Cycle'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-4520734735156969271</id><published>2007-07-03T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:22:39.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakatamad!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Waah!!! Nakakatamad Sobra!!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Parang ayaw ko gumawa ng kahit ano... hindi ko kasi natatapos... napaka-unproductive ko!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Kanina ngang umaga, nakakita ako ng&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-4520734735156969271?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/4520734735156969271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=4520734735156969271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4520734735156969271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4520734735156969271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/07/nakakatamad.html' title='Nakakatamad!!!'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-5386753608106912919</id><published>2007-05-23T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:21:30.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonder of Life through Time (Scientific Approach)</title><content type='html'>For me, there are only two faces of time... the Future and the Past. Everything is either "going to happen" or "have already happened". There is no such thing as "Present". This is just a misconception by almost all people to describe the series of phenomenon when the future meets one's existence and instantly becomes the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RlQ86lUMrsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CgCL-gRKQhE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067742457845558978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RlQ86lUMrsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CgCL-gRKQhE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the image above, I am standing in a timeline. Everything at the right side is the future. It is going to happen. Even if it is 1/999999999999 of a second from now, it hasn't happened yet so it is still the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything at the left side is the past. It already happened. Even if it is 1/99999999999 second later, it already did happen so it is already the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My existence is just a point in the middle. Everything before me is the future and then as it passes through me, it instantly becomes the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I put my honey in the equation-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RlQ_XVUMrtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZYItlr42mGU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067745150790053586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RlQ_XVUMrtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZYItlr42mGU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we have two separate timelines, but as time goes on, our futures become one and our pasts merges into one experiences-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RlRBHlUMruI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4eF22MnvVfs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067747079230369506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RlRBHlUMruI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4eF22MnvVfs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have one point of existence each. But the merging of our past and future creates a region that seems to exist outside the normal timeline. In this region, her immediate future is different with my immediate future and so is our immediate past. But although different, it stemmed from only one future and would end up into one and only one past. It seems that there is a force that pushes the timelines apart so that we won't experience exactly the same events in our lives. And this same force makes life more exciting. We do things together but we experience the details differently. And part of you feels so comfortable being aware of each other's experiences. And sharing these experiences to each other makes life more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the merging of our timelines, we create a region that is ours. Not mine. Not hers alone. Ours. Without her, the region won't exist. Without me, the region won't exist either. This is what I call the love region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can safely say that love lies in our life's timeline. As long as you want to see the same future, experience it in a different way, then reminisce it with the same past, then you will stay in love. But once you got tired of it, if you don't want to exist in the region I described above, then you are not in love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your existence becomes two separate points in time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RlQ_XVUMrtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZYItlr42mGU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067745150790053586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RlQ_XVUMrtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZYItlr42mGU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All experiences seems to be so distant from one anoother. You see different future and you don't see each other in your past. And then you decide it won't simply work and you go your separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RlQ86lUMrsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CgCL-gRKQhE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067742457845558978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RlQ86lUMrsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CgCL-gRKQhE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your existence becomes a single point again in time. Every 1/99999999999 of a second from now is the future. Every 1/99999999999 of a second after is the past. And you try so hard to enjoy alone the series of instances when your future meets your existence and instantly becomes your past. Then you try to convince yourself that this is normal. You say- you are just trying to live in your present...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-5386753608106912919?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/5386753608106912919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=5386753608106912919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/5386753608106912919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/5386753608106912919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/wonder-of-life-through-time-scientific.html' title='The wonder of Life through Time (Scientific Approach)'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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/_U03GH2omXwc/RlQ86lUMrsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CgCL-gRKQhE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324638887464223622.post-4887957135296219631</id><published>2007-05-23T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:28:27.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Desk</title><content type='html'>I'm getting tired of work... well, who doesn't? Anyway, I decided to spare a few minutes and do something else. Unfortunately there's virtually nothing else to do so I just decided to write something here in my blog. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sitting at cube 6.04. This is not actually my space. I normally sit near the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of me is my laptop. HP. Centrino Dual Core. High-End Specs. But basically useless except for surfing the net and writing my blog entries because of the client-mandated rule that we cannot install any software without their permission. And since the primary client network is still down, we cannot use the laptop for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside me is my Acenture desktop. DELL. Pentium 4. Good Specs. But not as good as my laptop's. My desktop shows the SE11 screen of SAP. I am transferring MFG006 from the Sandbox Environment to the DEV environment. Please don't ask what MFG006 is. I don't want to dig deeper into that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my CPU is a miniature Kenworth Truck licensed by PACCAR, my previous project. Beside the truck is a picture of me and my honey in Sentosa, Singapore. Very nice to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what else do I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet. My very hungry wallet. I haven't fed it for a while if you know what I mean. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone being charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer Stress Ball sitting on a little glass of some sort. My honey gave me that Stress Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two capsules of Tuseran Forte. I am currently being hampered by Colds and Coughs. The capsules are my bestfriends right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyeglasses; which is solely for vanity, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PNPA pouch bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A keychain-wrench-bottle-openner that Riza gave me before she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song-book. Yes, a song book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a face towel. Woe to those who are brave enough to open this towel. I've been using that since this morning and I am sure it is now a haven for acute viral nasopharyngitis virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-4887957135296219631?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/4887957135296219631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=4887957135296219631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4887957135296219631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4887957135296219631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-desk.html' title='My Desk'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-5549977612157300074</id><published>2007-05-18T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:59:06.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with a Taxi Driver</title><content type='html'>I boarded the taxi. I was so tired and the driver looks innocent enough so I thought it would be a good idea to take a little nap on my way home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the taxi driver has other things on his mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Lagi ka ba umuuwi ng ganitong oras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Madalas ho, kailangan mag-overtime eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Mahirap din talaga kapag call-center noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oho... pero hindi ho ako call center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Hehe... maloko ka ah, mali pala tanong ko... dapat pala, "Mahirap talaga kapag nagtatrabaho sa call center..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hehehe, tama ho yung tanong n'yo, hindi ho kasi talaga ako nagtatrabaho sa call center. Sa consulting industry ho ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Ah ganun ba. Ano ba kumpanya mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Accenture ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Di ba call center yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Meron ho kami call-center, pero hindi ho ako dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Ahh ikaw yung nagmamanage ng mga call center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hindi ho. Ibang linya ho ng business. Consulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Ano ba kaibahan nun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Sus! kailangan ko pa ba iexplain!?) Sa Consulting ho... gumagawa ho kami ng mga solutions para ma-improve ang business processes ng mga companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Hehe, kahit ipaliwanag mo sa akin yan, hindi ko maiintindihan. (Sabay bukas ng pinto nya at dura sa kalsada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hehe. (Medyo naiinis na natutuwa ako sa pag-uusap namin ni Manong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Nakakapunta ka ba ng ibang bansa d'yan sa trabaho mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Saan ka huling nagpunta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sa Switzerland ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Aba ayos pala noh. Saan ba yun sa US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sa Europe ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Kasi yung anak ko, pinadala sa US. Pinag-training ng isang buwan. Call Center din yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ayos! Pero yung sakin ho, hindi ho training. Trabaho talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Dyan pala sa mga call center na malalaki, talagang ipapadala ka sa ibang bansa. Magaling na nga mag-Ingles yung anak ko eh. Kailangan kasi sa call center na magaling ka mag-Ingles eh kasi daw puro amerikano kausap nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oho. Kailangan talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Eh di magaling ka na ding mag-spokening dollar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hehe, hindi ho masyado. Pero kailangan din kasi sa kliyente namin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Oo, mga amerikano kausap mo eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Europeans ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Saan ka nga ulit nagpunta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sa Switzerland ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: May mga call centers din ba dun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wala ho. Karamihan ho ng call centers nasa Third World Countries kasi mura ang bayad sa tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Ah ganun ba, eh ano ginawa mo dun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nagtrabaho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Mahirap din ba trabaho sa call center?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Siguro ho. Hindi ko ho masabi, kasi hindi ako call center eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Wala namang masama sa call center ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wala ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Marami kasing nahihiya na nasa call center sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Marami ho ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mga limang minutong katahimikan...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Hindi daw nagagamit ang pinag-aralan sa kolehiyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Limang minuto ulit...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Hello? How may I help you?... hehe... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Maiba lang ang usapan) May sukli ho kayo sa limang daan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Ay meron na ata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sige ho, express way na rin ho tayo para mabaryahan itong pera ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Bakit kaya biglang dumami ang call center dito sa Pinas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kasi ho mura ang bayad sa tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Sa Europe ba may call center?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Hay naku!!! Kailan ba ako dadating sa bahay!?) Meron din ho siguro pero kokonti. Kasi mahal ang bayad sa tao dun. Karamihan ho nasa Pinas o kaya India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Malaki din sahod sa call center eh noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Malaki-laki din ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Kaya ako, kahit makatapos ako, magc-call center ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Idlip muna ako manong... (Inihiga ko ng bahagya ang sandalan at nagkunyaring tulog para makaiwas sa call-center mania ni Manong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Baka lumagpas tayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hindi ho, ako bahala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-5549977612157300074?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/5549977612157300074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=5549977612157300074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/5549977612157300074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/5549977612157300074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/conversation-with-taxi-driver.html' title='Conversation with a Taxi Driver'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-210378672364474779</id><published>2007-05-18T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T12:27:09.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdYEkZL9KPM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdYEkZL9KPM" 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/6324638887464223622-210378672364474779?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/210378672364474779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=210378672364474779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/210378672364474779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/210378672364474779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-3435897884407524972</id><published>2007-05-17T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:39:49.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll definitely buy one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RkxavVUMrrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZeJLNAkVuBs/s1600-h/plate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065523450107178674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RkxavVUMrrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZeJLNAkVuBs/s320/plate.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am planning to get my own car... maybe by the end of this year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-3435897884407524972?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/3435897884407524972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=3435897884407524972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/3435897884407524972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/3435897884407524972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-planning-to-get-my-own-car.html' title='I&apos;ll definitely buy one'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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/_U03GH2omXwc/RkxavVUMrrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZeJLNAkVuBs/s72-c/plate.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324638887464223622.post-4782629507090430201</id><published>2007-05-11T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:16:28.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my... Whatever you wish to call it</title><content type='html'>This will be my official blog site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... the blog entries already posted were originally posted in friendster. I deleted those entries there and placed them here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't promise that I will be as prolific as I wish to be, but what the heck, I'll just give it a try anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now... Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-4782629507090430201?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/4782629507090430201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=4782629507090430201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4782629507090430201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4782629507090430201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-to-my-whatever-you-wish-to-call.html' title='Welcome to my... Whatever you wish to call it'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-4066594503513718962</id><published>2007-05-11T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:38:52.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eternal rose</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RkQBMoREJhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CPymdD-foT0/s1600-h/163965606l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063173197550331410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U03GH2omXwc/RkQBMoREJhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CPymdD-foT0/s320/163965606l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of searching through Cupid's gardens, I finally met the flower whose fragrance and blossom will never fail to hypnotize my soul... I will keep this flower forever... nourish it so that it grows in love. And even if the years take its toll on her divine petals, even if the fragrance runs out... she will still be the most beautiful flower whose fragrance although lost to the world is kept in my soul forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-4066594503513718962?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/4066594503513718962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=4066594503513718962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4066594503513718962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4066594503513718962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-eternal-rose.html' title='My eternal rose'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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/_U03GH2omXwc/RkQBMoREJhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CPymdD-foT0/s72-c/163965606l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324638887464223622.post-5628504205959451808</id><published>2007-05-11T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:33:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster August 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people say good things about me... I thank them for that...&lt;br /&gt;But behind the smiles... behind the achievements... behind the success... behind the joyful and funny me is a soul longing for something still unknown. Yes, I maybe lucky to be where I am right now, but I tell you... everything comes with a price, and most of the time, the toll is far greater than what I've expected.&lt;br /&gt;I always felt good at reaching heights... actually, it is one of my personal goals... to conquer the stars... but the climb upward is very treacherous. Yes, I've reached many peaks but no one sees the bruises and cuts I got each time I go up... no one seemed to notice how much strength I needed to exert just to hang on... no one seemed to notice the freezing wind hammering me on every step... no one seemed to notice that I cried...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all these infernal hardships seem to vanish into thin air upon reaching the top... but at the end of the day... when I'm all alone again with only myself to talk to, the infernal marks reappear... crawling into every inch of my skin like a scorpion shooting its tail wherever it desires... and then an excruciating pain from within starts to warm up...  eating the last remaining strength of my body... tearing my soul into pieces... i wanted to cry... but the suffering is too great, tears won't fall anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I need help... but no one seems to notice...&lt;br /&gt;I am that funny person with a pocket full of surprises and ideas which never fail to deliver smiles...&lt;br /&gt;I am that virtuous man standing proud in front of everyone, touching hearts... teaching minds... reaching souls...&lt;br /&gt;...but why can't I deliver my own smiles?&lt;br /&gt;...why do I long for another hand to touch me, to teach me, to reach for me?&lt;br /&gt;There's a hole deep inside me whose depth I still haven't measured... and right now, I don't know what to fill it with...&lt;br /&gt;...or maybe I do, I just don't know where to get it&lt;br /&gt;...or how to get it&lt;br /&gt;And every passing time, that emptiness is getting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;...I wanted to cry out loud&lt;br /&gt;...I wanted to curse myself for being in this state in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;...but tears won't fall&lt;br /&gt;...words won't come out&lt;br /&gt;...and no one sees&lt;br /&gt;...and no one hears&lt;br /&gt;...and time passes by&lt;br /&gt;I will still continue to reach heights... I will still deliver smiles... I will still touch hearts, teach minds, and I will still reach out to millions of souls...&lt;br /&gt;...I just hope that whatever it is that I need, I hope it comes fast&lt;br /&gt;...because this darkness within me is consuming me slowly&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-5628504205959451808?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/5628504205959451808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=5628504205959451808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/5628504205959451808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/5628504205959451808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-8471058088562571105</id><published>2007-05-11T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:00:04.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Adobo and Lovelife...</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my first cooking lesson with my mom... I was 12 then... we were cooking Adobo... mom is the best Adobo cook in the world... she was able to mix the old Tagalog-style Adobo known for its juiciness and delectability and the delicately dried but equally scrumptious Adobo of the Northern regions where my father hails and the end-product is simply irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she told me the ingredients... nothing extraordinary, she said. Wherever you are, the ingredients are always the same: soy sauce, vinegar(well sometimes kalamansi will do), garlic, onion(optional), bay leaf, pepper, and a touch of magic added by the cook's hand while mixing everything in a pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most crucial part is the actual cooking itself. This is what differentiates the Adobo of the Tagalogs from the Adobo of the Ilocanos and Bisayas. Some would mix up all the ingredients and let it simmer for a couple of minutes. Some would let it simmer a little longer to get a thicker sauce. My father would dry it up until all the liquids are absorbed by the meat then add a teasepoon of oil and stir-fry it a little. Everything sounds easy right? Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelife is like cooking Adobo. Anywhere you go, the ingredients are the same... a mixture of sweetness, spices, and everything else you find in a normal boy-meets-girl-and-they-fell-in-love situation. The difference is how they cook the relationship. And believe me, finding the ingredients are easy... cooking takes time and blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Mixing the ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom asked me, you won't eat an Adobo that is too salty or too sour right? I said yes... Then she asked me, do you think three cloves of garlic would suffice for a 3 kilogram meat? I said no. She said yes you are right, so stop pouring the soy sauce and vinegar and start adding some garlic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lovelife, the ingredients are there but it is up to us to determine how much soy sauce, vinegar, garlic, etc. to use. It actually depends on our heart's desires. Sometimes, we don't know... so we need to try different mixtures and choose one that best fits our relationship paradigms. There are cases where relationships would just end up in the garbage bin because the couple could not find the proper mixture of their ingredients... "You are too sweet, you act like an idiot already!" Or "I need more excitement in my life, this relationship lacks spice!" or "Our relationship lacks color and flavor...(maybe there's no soy sauce! hahaha!). My point is, if your ingredients are wrong in the first place, don't expect to have a delicious relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Choose your cooking Style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom why can't you just cook Adobo like Grandma would do? Cook it the Tagalog way... anyway, Papa won't mind because he does not have a choice... he's in Manila, so he'd better eat Manila food. My Mom said she can... but she won't. Why? Because although my father would eat anything laid out for him in the table (in fact, he has this freak motto he got from the military - everything that crawls is edible to eat), he will feel extra special if the dish he is eating appeals to his native taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why not just cook the Dry Northern Adobo then? She also wont. Because she still loves that tradiotional Adobo taste that her mommy(my grandma) used to make... and it is hard to change your preference after being used to that, living almost half of her life with my grandma and enjoying her dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the best solution is to mix both worlds. Make something that appeals both to the Northern and the Central Luzon dwellers. Cook something that will make my father feel he is at home in the Cagayan Mountain regions yet tickle him with something different, something only the Central Luzon dwellers are well-versed of. It is called bennevolent assimilation... she is trying to introduce something different to my dad in the most subtle and delicious way possible. (Well ok, bennevolent assimilation is my term... I learned it in high school, but at least you get the idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with love-life. Do not bombard your loved one with facts about yourself that she or he must accept... remember that your significant other is raised on an entirely different environment and culture as yours, so do your research first, then act appropriately. sometimes a you-centered relationship would end up fine especially if he or she is very in love with you like a mad dog loves its tail. But most of the time, she or he will feel that knowing her is the least of your priorities. Do it in the most subtle and sweetest way possible. Do it in a way that you are introducing yourself to her while accepting her at the same time. Try to come up with things that both of you will appreciate... things that would make her feel comfortable with you even though you are trying to tell her the darkest secrets of your wretched life. It's not what you said or did, it's how you do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Be Patient and let time do its work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the sauce is not scattered well enough... the meat at the bottom gets all of it while the meat at the top does not get anything at all... this was my first complain when the Adobo was placed into the fire. I want to stir it. I want to make everything even. Don't! My mom told me. If you stir it up too early, it won't taste good. It's what she calls "Mahihilaw ang Suka!". Cover the pan and let it simmer by itself for now... i'll tell you when to start stirring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some couples would rush everything as if the world's going to end tomorrow and they still have to buy diapers for a baby they still don't have. This would simply won't work. Time has its surprises, and believe me, when time works in your favor, you'll feel like you are on the top of the world. Be patient! That's something my mom never forget to tell me. Be patient on everything... including love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything takes time... and don't try to argue with time, you'll end up with a big L in your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Control your Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my first Adobo(without my mom's help) ended up... My brother was so hungry that his eyes lit up when he saw me serving the dish in the table. He started eating right away... and soon I saw tears in his eyes... I can't believe it! My brother is really crying because of my cooking? Are those tears of joy? Hell no! He is crying because he can't stand the taste but he is forcing himself to eat the wretched Adobo... I can see that every chunk of Adobo he swallows requires so much effort it looks like a scene in a Mexican Telenovela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not control the fire well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't cook without fire, but too much of it, you might as well eat charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;We need heat in our love-life. We need to keep our relationships ablaze always. But the intensity of the fire should be considered well. Too much fire will burn everything we delicately prepared. Fire is a friend but do not play with it... or you'll end up with blisters all over your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Smell then Solve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know how something will taste like by the smell of it. At first I didn't believe my mom. But after years of cooking Adobo myself, I realized she was right. You'll know if your Adobo lacks or has too much something by just smelling the smoke rising up from the pan. It takes time to get used to, but once you get the hang of it, you're good. This is a crucial part... Normally, the aroma would animate its presence at the middle of the cooking process, so you need to add the ingredients that you lack right away before the dish is completely cooked or before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with love. Problems and arguments don't just pop up from nowhere. Before a problem heats up, it will produce smoke. It is up to you to smell that smoke and see what is lacking. In this way, you can start doing things to correct it and prevent a wonderful relationship from breaking apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know how to read the signs. It will help you in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Presentation is a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What differentiates two equally great chefs? One word- presentation! The food may both taste the same but if you are to choose one without tasting it, which would you choose? You would choose that which appeals to your eyes, right? Actually, we experience this everytime we dine in a restaurant. Ever wonder why put a picture of the food in the menu? They could just leave the pictures behind, right? When the menu says Adobo, you know what it is and you know what it tastes like. But there is one thing that pictures can do that words can't, especially when it comes to food. The main criteria in deciding if a food is great are: if it appeals to the tongue, if it appeals to the nose, and if it appeals to the eyes... since the first two are not present, we put pictures of very-well presented food in the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said, no matter how barbaric your father is when it comes to food (ok, this is an exageration), he still can't resist stopping for a second and appreciate the beauty presented before him. That makes any kind of food more delicious than it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with love life... wouldn't it be nice to see your special someone smiling from one drop of creativity from your brain? When your ingredients lack spice, creativity will often suffice. Be imaginative! Create or do something that appeals to her or his senses. Humans are naturally inclined to like things that are different yet uniquely very satisfying... it challenges our rationality and tickles our emotions... it brings out the "kilig factor" in all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave you two hands and a brain to utilize... use them well in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Eat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Adobo is not Adobo if you won't eat it. No one in their right minds would cook something just to look at it afterwards and let it spoil or just feed it to the dogs. If you are not going to consume it, might as well don't cook it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your goals straight. You are not building a relationship just to look at it afterwards. Know the reasons why a man and a woman starts a relationship so you won't get surprised at the end. Always work towards your goal, if your goal is to eat, then it is right that you cook. If your goal is to have someone you can show off to your friends, then don't start a relationship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-8471058088562571105?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/8471058088562571105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=8471058088562571105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/8471058088562571105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/8471058088562571105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-adobo-and-lovelife.html' title='On Adobo and Lovelife...'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-6817914158462293216</id><published>2007-05-11T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:32:28.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse of the Crimson Clouds</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it is just my eyes making fun of me or there's something in the sky... I saw crimson clouds tonight.&lt;br /&gt;The rain is pouring hard, harder than it used to... and the dark barren night sky is made more gloomy by the blood-stained clouds scattered ingeniously as if someone's trying to make fun of my unlucky eyes... making this naturally trivial occurence seem like a devil's master plan.&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes are weak tonight, my body weaker... soon I found myself walking towards the pouring rain. I can feel the mocking gashes of the wind as I come closer to the open and I can sense that it won't do me any good, but my feet are too stupid. Soon, the rain got into my eyes... thousands of droplets per second... and it made the clouds more devilish than before... but it didn't hurt... instead, I felt a searing pain pounding me from the inside... the rain must have reached my soul. Stupid me! I was so overwhelmed by the horrific yet inviting sight of the crimson clouds that I did not notice the millions of droplets seeping through every pores of my now soaked skin...&lt;br /&gt;I have to get out of the rain... before it consumes me. But how? I can't even move my feet now... there's too much mud that I can't even raise them... Why the hell did I put myself in this situation? I could have waited inside... the rain would definitely stop and a new sunrise would come... but no, I had to step out and take all the pounding. Why!?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I stared too long at the crimson clouds... no, they are not clouds! They are beasts! Beasts looking at the creatures of the Earth, searching every soul, smelling the weakness in each one of us... and with their invisible tails and talons, they would ensnare those unlucky ones not strong enough to reject the crimson clouds' temptation.&lt;br /&gt;Be ashamed of yourself, you weak fool!!! That's my conscience speaking. You definitely are stronger than that! Don't let those pink cotton puffs rule over you! Show them the man you really are! Start walking towards the shelter and dry yourself up! These cotton candies do not exist!!! They are just hallucinations animated by your previous experience of rain and thunder storms... Don't let these dirty betadine-soaked cotton balls cover your sky. And don't let it spoil the blissful sunrise you are hoping for! Snap out of it!&lt;br /&gt;Right. I shouldn't have come out in the first place. I have to go inside... extremely difficult but certainly not impossible... I need to sit by the fire and dry myself up or else I'll be blazing with fever when the sunrise comes...&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long bad-weathered evening... But I won't look at the crimson clouds again... and no one can stop me to wait for that wonderful sunrise that I am hoping for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-6817914158462293216?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/6817914158462293216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=6817914158462293216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/6817914158462293216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/6817914158462293216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/curse-of-crimson-clouds.html' title='Curse of the Crimson Clouds'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-5057634062839026709</id><published>2007-05-11T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:31:41.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day&lt;br /&gt;I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hunger for your sleek laugh,&lt;br /&gt;your hands the color of a savage harvest,&lt;br /&gt;hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,&lt;br /&gt;the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,&lt;br /&gt;and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunting for you, for your hot heart,&lt;br /&gt;like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-5057634062839026709?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/5057634062839026709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324638887464223622.post-6659270199427288441</id><published>2007-05-11T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:29:31.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in her name?</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my Aphrodite, my Venus, my Frejya, my Sri Lakshmi, my Amaterasu... yet these names are nothing compared to her name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear her name, my world enters a realm where no man has entered... a dimension totally different from our own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world where:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains bow down whenever she walks past...&lt;br /&gt;Armies crumble at her heavenly sight...&lt;br /&gt;Rivers overflow with romantic emotions...&lt;br /&gt;Ice melts instantly with the warmth of her love...&lt;br /&gt;Angels sing her lullabies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniper forests dance when she smiles...&lt;br /&gt;Oceans roar with anger when she cries...&lt;br /&gt;Apples don't fall down from the trees but from her hands...&lt;br /&gt;Nations guard her precious heart...&lt;br /&gt;Nothingness means a world without her...&lt;br /&gt;Animals and plants rejoice in her presence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ships would sail just to set eyes on her...&lt;br /&gt;Evenings are lit up by her sparkling eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Violins play in unison with her heart beat...&lt;br /&gt;Islands are but pearls laid down on her feet...&lt;br /&gt;Life is eternal...&lt;br /&gt;Love is eternal...&lt;br /&gt;All is eternal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to have known her name... and luckiest to be close to her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-6659270199427288441?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-6324638887464223622.post-3914784635845911475</id><published>2007-05-11T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:27:43.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sa Dyosa na Kagandahan</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster July 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL IN MY EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my piece of mind, in this crazy world&lt;br /&gt;You’re every thing I've tried to find&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a pearl&lt;br /&gt;You’re my Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;You’re my rainbow skies&lt;br /&gt;And my only prayer is that you realize&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will turn&lt;br /&gt;And the seasons will change&lt;br /&gt;And all the lessons we will learn&lt;br /&gt;Will be beautiful and strange&lt;br /&gt;We'll have our fell of tears&lt;br /&gt;Our share of sight&lt;br /&gt;My only prayer is that you realize&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the passing is the show&lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow&lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are lines upon my face&lt;br /&gt;From a life time of smiles&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes to embrace&lt;br /&gt;For one long last wine&lt;br /&gt;We can laugh about how time really flies&lt;br /&gt;We won’t say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause true love never dies&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the passing is the show&lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow&lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The passing is the show&lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow&lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-6475578307312939191</id><published>2007-05-11T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:25:03.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Wait</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living is like riding a Boeing 747 first class... comfortable ergonomic seats, unlimited access to the in-flight entertainment system, lots of food, nice drinks, all delivered with a very warm, accommodating smile of that pretty Japanese flight attendant... but when you start to think that everything is going to be fine until you land, you start to get rocked with heavy turbulence in mid air...&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of flying... When I flew back from the US, I landed with the hard reality that I must accept... that she will be leaving soon... and she wont be back for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;I met her at the start of this year... I told myself- new year, new beginnings... I've overcome the most crushing experience of my life... I waited so long for a girl who promised to be back for me, but when that girl returned, the last two words of the promise were forgotten... a little corny for those more practical ones, but hear me, back then, I see myself in the lead role in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet... Anyway, I made it through... No matter how horrifying that flight was, I landed firmly on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Then I met her... I told myself, I'm ready to fly again...&lt;br /&gt;Those with weak sacs and those who are emotionally dead, please skip the next two paragraphs, you might throw up...&lt;br /&gt;She is the prettiest creature I've ever seen... If I am to describe her, she will be a "dictionary". No matter how many words I muster up for her, it's not complete enough to give justice to her true essence... She is  an angel personified... she is my angel...&lt;br /&gt;She's not hard to fall in love with... in fact, I fell hard... really really really hard... I wanted to show her how much I love her... I wanted to make her feel that she is the most important person in my life and that I will do anything for her... anything...&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said, I'm ready to fly again... I'm ready to embrace the sunshine glittering above the clouds and collect them in a bouquet and hand it to her... I want to fire the pretty Japanese flight attendant and attend to her needs myself... making sure that she's comfortable in her seats, watching her favorite movies in the in-flight entertainment system, making sure that she's not hungry, nor thirsty. I'll attend to her every need with a smile... I have lots of plans... and I'm mighty proud of it...&lt;br /&gt;But I soon realized that we are not on the same flight... She is headed to Singapore to pursue a career. Opportunities are knocking at her door and this is the time for her to grab them by the neck... and as for myself, I don't know where I'm heading... everything turned gray...&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unfair! When you start to think that everything is going your way, it turns out otherwise. And you cannot do anything about it...&lt;br /&gt;All I can do right now is to pray... pray that she will be successful in whatever she will do and that she finds happiness every day... and to wait... i will wait for as long as it takes... honestly, experience is not kind enough to me when it comes to waiting... My previous experience tells me not to wait... but my heart is strong enough to convince me to.&lt;br /&gt;This time, there are no promises... it's better this way... and worse at the same time... But no matter what happens, I am willing to take the chances... If in order to prove my love, I will have to wait... I will wait. Even if it means spending the next 50 years of my life waiting...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the consequences are... if it turns out for the good, then I'll be greatly overwhelmed with happiness... if it is the other way around... I'll be crushed, but as long as I know that she is happy then I'll be happy for her. If that happens, then the mere sight of her arriving safely with a smile and with wonderful memories of her trip is enough for me. A simple "Hello" is all I need...&lt;br /&gt;Only two angels can stop me from waiting... the angel of death and her... If she tells me to stop waiting... that I am waiting for no one, then I'll stop... maybe after 3 months of non-stop crying... but I'll endure it for her... I'll move on knowing that my most important person in this world was able to find happiness... and who knows, maybe I'll land on my feet again or maybe I'll just continue with this flight...&lt;br /&gt;But for now, no matter how ungodly the turbulence are, no matter how long the flight is... I can take them all... for her...&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that we both land on the same grounds... at the right time...&lt;br /&gt;"If you can wait 3 years for a girl you are not sure is going back for you, then you are crazy! I mean, man, there are lots of other girls out there... do you want to spend your next three years waiting and hoping that she will remember you? C'mon man! And if she does remember, what guarantee do you have that she will be coming back for you? If I were you, I'll start changing my views... Take it from me, I've been there..." - me, a year ago, advising a friend on what to do with his love life...&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe you... you don't know anything... you've never felt this!" - me, today, talking to myself a year ago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-6475578307312939191?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/6475578307312939191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=6475578307312939191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/6475578307312939191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/6475578307312939191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/ill-wait.html' title='I&apos;ll Wait'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-7003634900538674432</id><published>2007-05-11T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:24:29.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling it again...</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a feeling that I felt- a feeling that seems to alter your world and take you to the realms of fantasy; a feeling that makes you hear birds chirping in the desert, makes you see butterflies under the ocean, and makes you feel the warm sea breeze in the midst of a busy metropolis. Yes, it was a very wonderful feeling... and it was the first time i felt it, and how i hoped it would never end.&lt;br /&gt;But that same feeling tore me apart. It brought the greatest joy and the worst nightmare. It came to a point that I have to get rid of this feeling not because I want to but because the more I get hold of it, the more it holds me back. I came to realize that I won't move on with my life if I don't give this up. It was the hardest decision I had to make and I never fully understood back then why I had to make that unfair decision...&lt;br /&gt;Time flew by in a wink of an eye... Soon, I nearly forgot how the feeling felt. When I look back, all I can muster is a smile... the hurt is gone, the memories are still there but it does not taunt me anymore, the feeling is completely gone. And for a moment, I realized how good it felt to be out, to not care about anything... about anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But time has its surprises. A few months ago, I started to feel something... something familiar... I couldn't be wrong... I've felt this before... It did not take long before I knew what I am feeling- i began to hear birds singing in the desert. I began to see butterflies in the ocean. I began to feel the warm sea breeze everywhere. But there is something more... this is also something entirely different... I began to see myself in the desert and the bird chirps encourages me to move on forward - i see determination. I began to see myself under the sea and the butterflies remind me of what's in store for me at the shore... i see hope... I began to see myself in a busy metropolis alone yet the warm sea breeze keeps me away from loneliness... i see comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a similar feeling, but now the feeling is more mature. I see the pleasures but I also see the responsibilities... I see the dreams but I also see the goals... I see the promises but I also see the consequences... this is it. This can never be more complete. It's like everything is laid out for me to see.&lt;br /&gt;I had the same feeling once but I never fully understood it. I was too overwhelmed by the  bliss it brings. Everything was fantasy. And as the word itself suggests, nothing was true... it brought me joy but that's it... I never really understood... that is why the sufferring was great when I had to let go...&lt;br /&gt;This feeling I have now still alters my world... it still brings me to wonderland... yet it is strong enough to keep me in the grips of reality...&lt;br /&gt;Words are not enough to describe what I am feeling right now. All I know is that I am determined to keep this feeling ablaze... I believe I now have the character and resources to keep it from dying... I will do everything I can so I won't ever have to let go of it again... this will be the last time that I will be feeling this and this time, it's for keeps.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to feel it again... to share it with someone, is divinely fulfilling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-7003634900538674432?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/7003634900538674432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=7003634900538674432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/7003634900538674432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/7003634900538674432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-feeling-it-again.html' title='I&apos;m feeling it again...'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-4338966228788601209</id><published>2007-05-11T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:23:00.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Types of Movie Critics</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster March 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past months, I've been hooked to watching films- especially art films. I spend my weekends watching a lot of DVD's.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I watch a film at home, I watch it with my family and/or with my friends. And after the show, I can't help but notice how each of them react on the film we watched... so basing on their reactions, I came up with a little list of the types of movie critics (just for fun ;-)).&lt;br /&gt;The "Real Critics" - these people know art concepts and can see how these are followed or violated in the film; for "other" people, these are the boring critics... boring because most people won't understand what they're saying. They see every aspect of the film from acting to angles, from lightings to musical score. They use literature and Art jargons and would usually refer to some unknown artist just to clarify their ideas... or confuse more the "other" people... :-)&lt;br /&gt;The "I'm-better-than-the-director guy" - You will often see this guy frowning after the film. He always has something against the writer or the director. You'll hear him saying - "They should have made Kingkong a little bit larger" or "It is better if the leading man died too". I'm not against this guy though... sometimes he does have a point.&lt;br /&gt;The "Oh-my-gosh!-They're-so-cute! Girl" - Many of my girl cousins and friends fall under this category. After the film, the first thing you'll hear is "Brad Pitt is sooooo cute!". They are the ones who'll watch a movie only if there is a cute guy or girl in the film. Usually between ages 13 - 19, they are the ones who would die watching a teen movie.&lt;br /&gt;The "Wake-me-up-when-they're-already-fighting Guy" - This is the guy who watches a film for only one purpose - to see bloodshed, guns, car chases, and a rambo-like character fighting his way in a labyrinth of villains with bazookas, ingrams, and a laser cannon pointed at Manhattan. He does not care what the story line is... all he wants to see is the climactic action part. He'll tell you a film is good if it is by Steven Seagal, Van Damme, or Arnie. Let him watch Meet Joe Black and he'll just snore in the couch.&lt;br /&gt;The "Guy who read the book" - You'll only hear one thing when this guy speaks up- "The book is better! Much better". He'll criticize Lord of the Rings for not putting every scene from the book to the film and for mixing everything up. This guy is fun to be with assuming that you've also read the book. Actually, sometimes, I am like this guy. :-)&lt;br /&gt;The "Ain't-happy-with-the-series Guy" - This guy, for some reason always likes Part 1. He thinks that the producers and the directors failed big time in making the second film better than the first. But he keeps on waiting for Part 3, hoping that this time, it will be better.&lt;br /&gt;The "Silent-for-some-reason Guy" - Now, this guy is interesting... after the film, you'll see him in one corner, smiling... why? Who knows!? Maybe he's just happy because the film is over... or maybe he's internalizing and contemplating on the true meaning of the film.&lt;br /&gt;The "Universal-Studios-Regal-Films-Difference Guy" - This guy always compare foreign films with our home-made ones. You'll hear him saying "If only FIlipinos know how to do that... Mulawin the Movie will be better" or "Filipinos can't do Fast and the Furious... they don't have enough 1980 model Toyota box types to crash..."; can't actually blame him though, he has a point...&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I'll write about the types of people watching the film...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-4338966228788601209?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/4338966228788601209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=4338966228788601209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4338966228788601209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4338966228788601209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/types-of-movie-critics.html' title='Types of Movie Critics'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-4736526189991600532</id><published>2007-05-11T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:22:02.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Mind Set</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster March 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing my blog entries just to see how unprolific I've become when I came across the entry “I wanted to be a...”&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but smile to know how idealistic and naive I was back then. For the Kid “Me”, happiness in a job can be manifested by three things:&lt;br /&gt;          * If you can help a lot of people and the country;&lt;br /&gt;          * If you look good and cool&lt;br /&gt;          * If you can do interesting things&lt;br /&gt;Never did I dream of a job that provides the best compensation package. Never did I dream of a job that promises millions of earnings after a year. If ever I wanted to be someone who earns a lot of money (doctor, etc.), it is not because I know that they have cash-cow careers. When I was a kid, if you give me a job with all the three things listed above, I will be the happiest kid in the world.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not a kid anymore. I hate to admit it, but as we grow up, a lot of things change. Some changes are for the better. Some are for the worse. And I believe that this career mind set change that I have taken is for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, money is the name of the game. Yes, I still wanted to do interesting things, I still wanted to look good, and given the chance, I still wanted to help other people. But the fact remains and I will not deny it- the one thing that I look for first in a career is the dollar sign. The more hard-cash it can provide, the better.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure where or when it happened. I’m not sure who’s responsible for it. I’m not even sure how I became like this. But one thing is for sure- I don’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Robert Fulghum’s book “All I really need to know, I learned in Kindergarten”.&lt;br /&gt;If only I still have that career mind set that made me dream when I was a child, I will extremely be happy today and I would not think of resigning from my job. Sadly, I don’t… and sad to say, we don’t stay in Kindergarten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-4736526189991600532?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/4736526189991600532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=4736526189991600532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4736526189991600532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/4736526189991600532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/career-mind-set.html' title='Career Mind Set'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-2904489686692753470</id><published>2007-05-11T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:21:28.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I am in Love</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster May 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am in love, I can do everything...&lt;br /&gt;I become a fictional character... I talk to birds and fly with them once in a while... I dance with the butterflies... I buzz around with the bees... flowers follow me everywhere... I race the winds... I ride the waves... I bathe in the sun... I breathe underwater... I can carry the Earth, I can sit on an ant...&lt;br /&gt;I become super-human... I become a philosopher, a mathematician, a scientist, an artist, a poet, an actor, and a dreamer all at once... I can explain almost everything... I can live forever...&lt;br /&gt;I can be anything...&lt;br /&gt;I can do everything...&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT...&lt;br /&gt;telling HER how I much i love her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-2904489686692753470?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/2904489686692753470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=2904489686692753470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/2904489686692753470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/2904489686692753470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-am-in-love.html' title='When I am in Love'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-5258927422760232744</id><published>2007-05-11T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:20:39.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a...</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster May 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I wanted to be a:&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR - "I wanted to be a doctor to help the sick." I think almost every child wanted to be a doctor. It is not because they knew that doctors are one of the highest-earners but just because this is one of the professions that a child gets to know at an early age...&lt;br /&gt;SOLDIER - "I wanted to be a soldier to fight for the country." Same as the doctor, the soldier is one of the careers I knew at an early age. And I always see them in textbooks. Also, back then... during the "baril-barilan" days, for a child, if you are a soldier... you're a "WOW! A real SOLDIER!"&lt;br /&gt;FIREMAN - I don't want to fight fire and I never dreamt of that. I just wanted to be a fireman because it sounds cool... "Fireman!"&lt;br /&gt;SCIENTIST - Someone wearing a white suit, looking at microscopes, disecting cats... this is one of the professions I wanted to be when I was a kid. It's easy, you just have to look at microscopes and disect cats and frogs... well so I thought&lt;br /&gt;MAGICIAN - The glory days of David Copperfield gave me the passion to start practicing tricks and show them off to my friends. Imagine?! I really wanted to be a magician?! Wow! Now, where are my decks of cards?&lt;br /&gt;CHESS MASTER - Not the PC game. I mean a real Chess Master. I wanted to follow the steps of my idols Kasparov, Karpov, Annand, and other "Iron-board pushers" that roamed the face of the Soviet Union... and Fischer of course. I am always fascinated with Chess. Chess is my first love.&lt;br /&gt;PAINTER - When I first got hold of crayons, watercolors, and pastels, I knew it already... I am going to be an artist... I will paint my own portrait and that of my dog... then it will be displayed in a museum... then I will have a mustache and will wear those stripe pants and berets... speaking with a French accent&lt;br /&gt;SUPERHERO - I wanted to be a superhero... the likes of superman, batman, wolverine, and mighthor. I don't care if they don't have fashion sense. I don't care if they wear their underwear outside their pants. They look cool and I wanted to be like them&lt;br /&gt;PRESIDENT - Now, I don't know who was responsible for this... I just woke up one day and told my mom I wanted to be the President of the Philippines...&lt;br /&gt;PASTOR - Believe it or not... when I was a kid, I really wanted to be a pastor. I dreamt of standing one day in the pulpit... in front of many people... preaching the words of God. Just like my uncle&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE ACTOR - I wanted to be a movie actor. I wanted to go to Hollywood and meet Sylvester and Arnie. I wanted to film my own movie. I wanted to have my own blonde leading lady. I wanted to shoot the bartender in a bar in the wild west. And I am still a kid&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONAUT - You missed childhood if you never dreamt of walking in the moon and floating in space. I had my set of Space gadgets back then... space gun, space suit, space gizmos, and a space ship made of boxes and blankets&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER - I did not know what Engineers actually do. All I know is that they wear hard yellow hats in text books and your parents wanted you to be like them. Engineer seems cool though...&lt;br /&gt;PILOT - Flying planes seems soooo cool... Someday I will fly my own plane... and yes, when I was a kid, I believed that pilots do live in the sky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-5258927422760232744?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/5258927422760232744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=5258927422760232744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/5258927422760232744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/5258927422760232744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-to-be.html' title='I want to be a...'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-7273871507963123453</id><published>2007-05-11T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:20:04.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cigarette Ghost</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster May 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I broadcasted here in friendster that I would be quitting my 24/7 smoking habit. After a month of nerve-racking, blood-sweating self-control, with God's help, I was able to do so... (Hurrah!!! Wooohooo!!! What a feat!!!) But was it the end of the story? Hell no!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually believe that the dead do rise from their graves... but something tells me, some kind of Cigarette ghost is stalking me... About a month ago, during the glory days of my victory over Cigarettes, weird thoughts started to enter my inactive mind... thoughts like- "How would it taste if I take just one puff... just for the fun of it...", "What if everyone around me is smoking? Will I be forced to join in?", "Is it actually a sin to smoke? Where can you find it in the bible?". It was actually scary to find myself smiling on these thoughts. The good thing is, when reality knocks in, I would push these temptations out of my mind and try to find better things to think about and do.&lt;br /&gt;But the devil did its homework... the cigarette ghost would actually reveal himself during those times when I am spiritually and emotionally weak or, like one of my crazy thoughts, when everyone else around me is smoking. "Just one puff won't hurt"... I heard myself saying.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I was puffing my lungs out again... GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;The cigarette ghost is starting to consume me piece by piece... and if I don't do anything... I'll find myself back to the old days holding one pack of marlboro lights and saying "Dejavu!!!".&lt;br /&gt;It's time to call the Ghostbusters!!!&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-7273871507963123453?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/7273871507963123453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=7273871507963123453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/7273871507963123453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/7273871507963123453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/cigarette-ghost.html' title='The Cigarette Ghost'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-3969605636932672349</id><published>2007-05-11T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:18:56.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bata</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster March 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time namin ngayon, wala ako magawa. Hindi masyado madami ang na-assign na "tickets" sa akin. Kaya 'di tulad ng dati, nag-iinternet lang ako ngayon. Wala masyado mapuntahan na sites kaya inisip kong mag-post na lang ng kahit ano dito sa blog. Hindi ko alam kung paano pumasok sa isip ko 'tong topic na 'to pero mukhang interesting kaya eto...&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko dati, paggising ko sa umaga, mga boses na ng mga kalaro ko ang aking naririnig. Nagsisigawan na sila, nagtatawanan... nakakainis... hindi nila ako hinintay. Bibilisan kong bumangon... konting mumog, hindi pa nga nakakakain... 'ni hindi pa nagsusuklay, lalabas na ng bahay para maglaro.&lt;br /&gt;Sasalubungin agad ako ng isa sa mga aking kalaro, nagpaparangya ng bago n'yang dala... s'ya ang pinakamayaman ang magulang sa amin... lagi s'yang may dalang bago... bagong game and watch, o kaya bagong baril-barilan o kotse-kotsehan. Nakakainggit... pero hindi kami nalulungkot. Kasi 'pag bata ka, hindi masaya ang maglaro ka mag-isa... mas ok kung marami kayo naglalaro.&lt;br /&gt;Mga ilang saglit pa, magyayayaan na 'yan- "Tantsing! Tantsing!" Takbuhan kami sa kanya-kanyang bahay. Paglabas, bitbit namin ang isang kahon ng sapatos na may lamang mga tau-tauhan. Ang iba naman, nakalagay sa laylayan ng damit ung mga tau-tauhan nila. May magguguhit na sa lupa. Tapos, "persan" na. Lagi akong kaban. Ang pangit kasi ng pato ko. Pero lagi pa rin ako panalo. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Yung mga hindi makakasali, mamumulot ng tansan para sa kalog. Swerte yung mga puro goma ang tau-tauhan. Kasi limang plastic ang katumbas nun. Hindi ako magaling sa kalog. Lagi na lang akong nagka-kak.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nagkasawaan, magyayaya ng mataya-taya, langit-lupa, monkey-monkey, piko, sipa, o kaya syato. Pero paminsan-minsan na lang ang syato kasi nung minsan na maglaro kami, tinamaan nung kahoy sa ulo yung isa naming kalaro... pumutok ang noo... dumugo. Pero ok pa rin naman yung ibang laro... kaya yun na lang ang nilalaro namin.&lt;br /&gt;Nandyan din ung mga laro naming gagayahin namin ang kahit anong mga napapanood namin. Tandang-tanda ko pa, ako lagi si Red One, si Black Lion, si Leoric, o kaya si Steve. Meron ako kalaro nun, lalaki s'ya, pero s'ya lagi si Pink Five, si Pink Lion, o kaya si Jamie. Pero hindi namin iniisip nun na bading s'ya. Nakakatuwa nga kasi puro kami lalaki. At least, may papapel ng babae.&lt;br /&gt;Siguro wala nang sasaya pa sa mga labanan ng kung anu-anong mga hayop. Meron ako noong malaking posporo na puno ng gagambang totoo, yung may mga pula sa puwitan. Humuhuli ako ng langaw tapos yun ang pinapakain ko sa kanila. Minsan, masarap-sarap ang pagkain nila kapag nananalo ako sa labanan... yung mga kalaban nila, yun na yung kinakain nila. Pero madami na rin akong gagambang natalo. Sila yung mga kinakain ng mga gagamba ng kalaban ko. Masaya din maglaban ang mga tutubing kalabaw. Putulan ng ulo. Yung mga alaga naming tutubi, tinatalian namin sa puwit para hindi makawala. Tapos, pinuputulan namin ng konti yung pakpak. Yun nga lang, bago maggabi, patay na sila. Hindi namin alam nun kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;Namangha din kami at nagtaka sa lakas ng mga langgam na pula. Manghuhuli kami ng mga insekto... tipaklong, tutubi, gagambang kulangot, kahit mga catterpillar tapos ilalagay namin sa mga langgam na pula... yung malalaki ang ulo. Nakakatuwang panoorin... kinakatay nila yung insekto. Minsan, nakakahuli kami ng butiki... gustong gusto ng mga langgam yun. Kinabukasan, kalansay na lang yung butiki. Sinubukan din naming paglabanin ang mga itim na langgam at ang mga langgam na pula. Hindi masaya. Hindi sila naglalaban.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos biglang dadating yung mga matatanda... tatawagin ka para umuwi... kain na daw. Ayaw ko pang kumain. Gusto ko pa maglaro, kaso kapag nakakakita ako ng sintron, patpat, o kaya walis tambo, hehehe... unahan pa tayo sa pagkain.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakamiss din minsan ang pagiging bata. Walang problema, walang kung anu-anong iniisip. Nakakamiss talaga. Kaso... hindi na ako bata... hindi na dapat magpabanjing-banjing... kailangan na uling magtrabaho para may makain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-3969605636932672349?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/3969605636932672349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=3969605636932672349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/3969605636932672349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/3969605636932672349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/bata.html' title='Bata'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-7483686618058706666</id><published>2007-05-11T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:18:19.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigarette Butt...</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster March 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember three to four years ago, when someone would light a cigarette in front of me, my brain would send distress signals to my entire body- get out of here! Someone's going to fill your lungs with deadly smoke! They want to die young... let them be! Just get out of here! Save yourself!&lt;br /&gt;Three to four years later, here I am... with a stick of Marlboro Lights in my hand. Damn! What happened!?&lt;br /&gt;I will not narrate how I learned to smoke. It will sound like I'm blaming those folks who showed me the art of smoke-belching. This is my own decision and I am not ashamed to admit that.&lt;br /&gt;I am an addict. I am a slave of nicotine. And I don't like it. I wanted to quit. Many times. And many times, I fell short of my goal. I know this is wrong. With every puff, I fill my body with at least 1000 different toxins. With every inhale of smoke, I take away the ascorbic acids of my body along with other helpful vitamins and minerals resulting to slow degradation of my immune system. I am slowly killing myself. And with every exhale, I am slowly killing everyone around me. And more, I am desecrating the temple of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty. I feel unhealthy. I feel like everyday, minutes of my life are being disintegrated into thin air. I can't even stand proud and call myself a Christian knowing that a pack of "yosi" is inside my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;I want to set my path straight. Now, I am really decided to stop this non-sensical vice of mine. The last times I tried, I fail. Why? Because of my reasons. These are my reasons why I wanted to stop: I wanted to stop because my crush hates smokers; I wanted to stop because many of my peers are already stopping; I wanted to stop because my momma says so; I wanted to stop because my back is aching and I have this weird feeling that it has something to do with smoking; I wanted to stop because I wanted to prove to myself that I have the self-control everybody is talking about. These are my reasons. Earthly reasons.&lt;br /&gt;The devil is good. He's so good, you can't fight his temptations on your own. Prove to the devil that you have self-control and he'll bombard you with even stronger temptations. And before you know it, you'll be smoking 1 pack of cigarettes a day.&lt;br /&gt;The best way to quit smoking is to ask His help. I've tried so many options and He is the only option I got left. And I feel so dumb for not figuring that out right away. When you are fighting temptation, you are fighting something supernatural... so fight back with Someone supernatural. The reason why I was enslaved for so long is that I was holding a toothpick to fight someone holding a gun. Now, I'll even the battlefield. Let's see who's the boss...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die young. Hell, I don't even want to get cancer of the lungs. I am a smoker. An addict, no doubt... but I assure you, the battle has just begun. Slowly but surely, I am trying to leave this lifestyle of mine to start anew. And with His help, I am sure of my path.&lt;br /&gt;Just a clarification... I am not against all those other smokers out there. I respect your decisions. These are my own beliefs and I am not subjecting everyone to these. It's just that I feel like my last stick is nearing its end and I just want to throw away the cigarette butt forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-7483686618058706666?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/7483686618058706666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=7483686618058706666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/7483686618058706666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/7483686618058706666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/cigarette-butt.html' title='Cigarette Butt...'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-7372282690411846805</id><published>2007-05-11T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:17:39.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Injustice of Crab Mentality</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster March 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever saw a basket of crabs with live crabs inside? Every crab would try to get out of the basket pulling one another and as a result, nobody gets to get out at all. This was the basis for that Negative Attitude we call Crab Mentality. People would pull each other down so no one would succeed. C'mon! Give the crabs a break!&lt;br /&gt;This behavior is because the crabs were placed in an environment that is unnaturally theirs. Try placing any human being 30 feet under the sea without any breathing aparatus. No matter how rationally excellent that human being is, his survival instinct will always take precedence. He'll also push anyone downwards in order to reach the surface quickly. It's a matter of life and death. Ok, some would say that's going too far. Why compare a drowning situation with a basket of crabs? Well, taking into consideration the difference of a human mind from that of a crab, I think that equates the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Why not observe the crabs in their natural habitat to know their true behavior?&lt;br /&gt;Steven Viscido and David Wethey studied the cohesion of fiddler crab flocks before and after an attack. They found out that when a predator launches an attack, the crabs scurried away but would always end up forming a tighter aggregation. The group offers a great deal of security that even crabs farthest away would rush to join the group even though it means getting near the predator.&lt;br /&gt;Do you also know how crabs communicate with each other? By feeling each other or pushing/pulling each other. Both are normal crab behaviors. In fact, studies proved that the "feeler" fights and pushing contests are ways of getting acquainted with each other. They will run up against each other and wildly wave their antennae and sort of "flick" their legs and claws out at each other. This may seem like a fight to you but these behaviors are not dangerous for the crabs. When a crab starts to grab another one's shell by the openning and start pushing it back and forth with a chirping sound, ring the bell for the crabs are fighting. But otherwise, they're just making friends. So do you really think their behavior towards each other inside that basket is to pull each other down? Who knows, maybe they're just telling their friends to try harder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-7372282690411846805?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/7372282690411846805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=7372282690411846805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/7372282690411846805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/7372282690411846805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/injustice-of-crab-mentality.html' title='The Injustice of Crab Mentality'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-477316513565213383</id><published>2007-05-11T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:16:45.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bachelor's Thought</title><content type='html'>Posted in Friendster March 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am single.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of that. I am not a woman-hater and like all men, I also dream of finding the right woman for me. I want to raise my own family someday. I dream of having a big house with two little boys and a little girl playing around. Call me corny or whatever you want but I also dream of that day when I will be wearing my expensive suit or barong, smiling my heart out, tears of joy falling, waiting, while looking at my lovely bride walking down the aisle to exchange vows of our eternal love before God.&lt;br /&gt;So, why am I still single?&lt;br /&gt;Priorities. Although having a family of my own is one of my life-long goals in life, it is not at the top of my priorities at the moment. I believe a real MAN should know how to separate things that needs to be done right away from the things that are important but must wait for the right time.&lt;br /&gt;One of my top-most priorities now is to establish myself financially. Although I have a nice job with a somewhat-nice pay, I don’t think it would be enough for me to stand on my own. I am one of those men with a mark on their forehead that says – “PRIDE”. I want to be self-supportive before I ask someone to marry me. If I don’t have a house and lot by the age of 30, then I will not be married by the age of 30. It’s that simple.&lt;br /&gt;Another priority is to mature more emotionally and spiritually. I believe I can always do better when it comes to the way I think, feel, and the way I relate with God. I want to improve on these aspects. I want to be the “perfect” husband and father for my family. I know that there is no such thing as “perfect” but I wanted to be that. It is my goal, at least. I believe it will push me to become a better person than what I am today. And there is nothing better than a God-centered family.&lt;br /&gt;Do not accuse me of running away from something that I haven’t tried. I was also in a relationship once. And I know the blissful feelings that you get as a package deal for getting a girlfriend. It’s good. It’s just that my relationship paradigm has shifted to a higher level. Today, if I get involved in courtship, I can assure you, it’s for keeps. I will not court a woman that I don’t want to marry… I will not court a woman whom I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t know… maybe at an early age, the youthful enthusiasm to collect then select has left me. But one thing I know is I love how I think today an I know it is better.&lt;br /&gt;Call me whatever you want… I have my own life… I am single… I am in control with my life… and I am going to do what I think is right with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-477316513565213383?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/477316513565213383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=477316513565213383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/477316513565213383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/477316513565213383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/bachelors-thought.html' title='A Bachelor&apos;s Thought'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</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-6324638887464223622.post-2151167690068785703</id><published>2007-05-11T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:25:13.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Entry...</title><content type='html'>Okay, now I created my blog site... now what!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324638887464223622-2151167690068785703?l=chriscalauad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/feeds/2151167690068785703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6324638887464223622&amp;postID=2151167690068785703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/2151167690068785703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324638887464223622/posts/default/2151167690068785703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscalauad.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-entry.html' title='My First Entry...'/><author><name>Chris C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169955444291046949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
