<?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-35132827</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:34:43.780-07:00</updated><category term='ramble'/><category term='tests'/><category term='Games'/><category term='office'/><category term='personality'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='Adventures'/><category term='PC'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='service'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>UltraElectroMagneticBlog</title><subtitle type='html'>.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-5157577254725386812</id><published>2009-09-22T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:43:51.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Link From Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://linkfromblog.com/images/book1small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 240px;" src="http://linkfromblog.com/images/book1small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here it is.  My first attempt to monetize my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read about making money online.  There are a lot of things out there so you have to be careful.  Select the best one that suits your taste and then start it, as one blogger says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me I like writing about stuff.  Reviews, endorsements, and advertising.  That is my gig.  I know I still have a long way to go but here is my first step.  Someone told me about &lt;a href="http://linkfromblog.com/#933"&gt;Link from Blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I went to their site and I like the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is for both Advertisers and Bloggers.  Truly a community promoting online advertising.  Advertisers can sign up and look for writers to advertise their product.  Bloggers on the other hand would earn by doing a write up about a that certain product.  I know that this sounds familiar, but here is the catch.  They are offering 0% commissions and not withdrawal fee!  Now together with the free sign up, you absolutely have nothing to shell out and earn immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started my journey towards my new career.  You guys should try it.  &lt;a href="http://linkfromblog.com/#933"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Advertise with my Blog" src="http://linkfromblog.com/img.001.001332.gif" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-5157577254725386812?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/5157577254725386812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=5157577254725386812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/5157577254725386812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/5157577254725386812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2009/09/link-from-blog.html' title='Link From Blog'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-7614963847158693595</id><published>2009-09-17T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:27:08.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I need to Buy</title><content type='html'>Whenever I leave the house, I make it a point that I canvass for things that I need to buy.  I know they are a bit expensive and they may look like leisure trips but I really need to have them if I will continue on the course that I have today.  So here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bschool.howard.edu/Laptop/images/Dell_Laptop_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 100px;" src="http://www.bschool.howard.edu/Laptop/images/Dell_Laptop_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need a laptop for me and my wife.  Desktops are out of the question.  I am a tinkerer (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there is such a word) &lt;/span&gt;and I love to tinker with my desktop, which eventually led to its death.  Now I need a laptop so I can bring it anywhere so I can be online non stop.  My wife needs one too since this one that I am using is about to die and my son plays with it, even though he cannot speak yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.furniturestoreblog.com/images/ergonomic%20gaming%20chair%20Corner%20V1%20Computer%20Desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 79px;" src="http://www.furniturestoreblog.com/images/ergonomic%20gaming%20chair%20Corner%20V1%20Computer%20Desk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a desk and a chair.  A real desk and an ergonomic chair for my office at home.  I am sitting on my bedroom floor while my laptop is on top of back issues of FHM, UNO, Top Gear, and Cosmo.  I just had a mild lumbar scoliosis, back pain for short, so my back is really not liking the way things are.  I have searched in the malls and found some that are good but not that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I n&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sonybrands.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/sony-psp-3000-gaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 69px;" src="http://sonybrands.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/sony-psp-3000-gaming.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eed a PSP back.  I need something to keep me busy and is powerful enough to keep me occupied when I am waiting for things to do.  Plus, I MISS PLAYING PSP!!! Huhuhuhuhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far those are the things I need.  Please post comments if you know a place where there are good deals or if you just want to comment on my eventual splurging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-7614963847158693595?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/7614963847158693595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=7614963847158693595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/7614963847158693595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/7614963847158693595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-need-to-buy.html' title='Things I need to Buy'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-8194942561631238812</id><published>2009-09-12T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:59:22.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gusto ko na maging high school uli</title><content type='html'>Mas magada ko mag sulat pag Tagalog.  Sorry for my English spokening friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 28 years old, 29 na next month.  Medyo matagal na high school para sa kin.  Hindi ko na alam ang mga nangyari sa mga kaklase ko nung HS pero yung iba naman ok lang, FB FB lang.  Madami akong karanasan nung HS na hindi kayang pantayan ng college life ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung HS kasi kami ang last batch na hindi Co Ed.  Sa mga hindi nakaka alam kung ano ang Co Ed eh eto yung magkasama ang babae at lalaki.  Sa madaling salita, hiwalay ang lalaki sa babae.  Kahit kami ang nagrequest na pagsamahin na at gawing Co Ed ang HS eh tinupad naman.  Sa lower batch sinimulan.  Anyways, akala ng iba pangit yun, corny.  Hindi.  Mas ok nga yun kasi mas free ang mga lalaki na gawin ang gusto nila and yung mga babae din ata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko yung first year orientation namin.  Si Mrs. Manapat pa yung nag conduct ata nun.  Sabi nila, ang pinaka lowest year na nahuli na naglalampungan sa classroom eh 2nd year.  Baka daw ma break namin yung record at first year pa lang eh may nag mamake out na sa classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, meron na nga, pareho ko pang barkada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First year din ng nagpaiyak kami ng teacher.  Hindi lang teacher, second in command pa ata ni Gen. Manapat yun.  Anyways, umiyak sya kasi hindi kami nag bigay ng class fund for Teacher's Day.  Eh kasi naman mali mali yung sistema nun.  May teacher din kami na comedy, si Leyti.  Kasi dini discuss nya yung landing ni MacArthur sa Leyte.  Sabi niya Leyti, sabi namin "Ma'am, LEYTE."  "Oo nga, LEYTI!".  Ayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalal ko din nung na disqualify yung banda namin sa Battle of the Bands kasi nagmura yug vocalist namin.  Yung drum pedal kasi sira na kanina pa eh ayaw ayusin.  Disqualified daw kami.  Wawa naman kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung stampede comedy din yun.  Bago matapos lunch period namin, lahat ng lalake tatambay sa lobby ng 2nd floor.  Then pag nag bell na tatakbo kami lahat pabalik sa classroom namin.  Bahala na kung sino tamaan.  Minsan nga yung altar hinagis sa min habang nagtatakbuhan kami.  Panalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madami dami pa.  Para hindi magulo, eto na ang mga na mimiss ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Playing Magic Cards&lt;br /&gt;2.  Yung pag dismissal namin eh nag aagawan ng studio na pag jajammingan&lt;br /&gt;3.  Tatambay sa bahay ng kaklase after school&lt;br /&gt;4.  Pag gawa ng kung ano ano gamit ang abaca&lt;br /&gt;5.  Sapakan ng walang dahilan (actually kahit matanda na ko meron ap din nito)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Intrams&lt;br /&gt;7.  "Love me or Leave me!" ( after nya mag bigay ng rose sa crush nya--aminin mo na kung binabasa mo to!)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Yung Hot Air Balloon powered by one big candle (4th Year Science Project)&lt;br /&gt;9. IMPACT-o, pinag duck walk ang isang buong section kasi binato ng armchair yung rotating fan.  Bumagsak si rotating fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nako...ang dami pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best to bring back some of this.  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It negates the whole idea of a fastfood restaurant.  Their main marketing idea is you get your food fast.  So I don't see why a person in front of you cannot make up their mind between chicken, burger, and spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found this video on Facebook, and if these guys were in front of me in a fastfood line, I'll be ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oz31qzhswO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oz31qzhswO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-6449853433747763190?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=43a7a1f1eb688096&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/6449853433747763190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=6449853433747763190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/6449853433747763190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/6449853433747763190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-way-of-ordering.html' title='New Way of Ordering'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-3302664929214466116</id><published>2009-09-05T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:17:01.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This blog has existed since 2006, but has only 27 posts all in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It reminds me of what I have been reading and observing all throughout my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You may have lived over 80 years old, but only have lived life a couple of times in your life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what is life all about?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One agent of mine before told me something about life: “&lt;i style=""&gt;Boss, ang buhay hindi parahabaan, pasarapan! (&lt;/i&gt;Boss, life is not about the length, it’s about feeling good!). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot of people had died recently.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cory Aquino, Michael Jackson, Farah Fawcett, Ka Erdie Manalo and a couple of weeks ago, my father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was at my father’s wake, amidst all the chaos, I thought if I died, how many people would come to my wake?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it sounds negative, but it really made me think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How many people would come for the sake of coming?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How many people would come because they had something to tell me and they just want to get it out of their chest?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would people cry? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Would my wife cry?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would my son miss me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the past few years, I have been working for an industry that demands my time and demands performance (which company doesn’t right?).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It pays really well, that is the main selling point for that industry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Night becomes day, day becomes night, people who just graduated gets more than the employees in other industries that has worked longer than they were in school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that industry demanded too much of my time and energy that I can’t spend quality time with my family anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to emphasize on energy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure I always try to going home &lt;i style=""&gt;Honda (On the dot -- “Honda dot”).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;But I do not have the energy to spend time with my kid and my wife well enough t be called “quality time”.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So I left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I left the industry I came to love and the industry that taught me everything from presentations, MS Office, down to managing people PROPERLY.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I left great people, a good site, and a good paying job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lot of people were saying that I should just wait it out and eventually I would get the job that I wanted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some say that I should not leave because I was already an institution in the company, having started it 2003.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I made a choice for my family and for myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I know I do not have the resources that I had before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not have the same ability to go anywhere I wanted to go on a Saturday night because I do not have the money to do that anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, it sad to feel your buying power reduced to zero.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But do you know what I realized tonight?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It does not matter if I am not a manager or a senior manager, I am a father.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am where I should belong….&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-3302664929214466116?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/3302664929214466116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=3302664929214466116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/3302664929214466116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/3302664929214466116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-2912063060288743991</id><published>2009-08-19T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:21:38.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNgQmVqD5DU/Sou15Xtc6rI/AAAAAAAAABA/n4UOdDoMwvw/s1600-h/ddddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GreatCookster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-2912063060288743991?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/2912063060288743991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=2912063060288743991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/2912063060288743991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/2912063060288743991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2009/08/contact-me.html' title='Contact Me'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNgQmVqD5DU/Sou15Xtc6rI/AAAAAAAAABA/n4UOdDoMwvw/s72-c/ddddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-4191660145643587902</id><published>2009-08-03T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:58:36.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER SERIOUS RENOVATION</title><content type='html'>Looking for a new look...hang on...&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-4191660145643587902?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/4191660145643587902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=4191660145643587902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/4191660145643587902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/4191660145643587902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2009/08/under-serious-renovation.html' title='UNDER SERIOUS RENOVATION'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-6606197547527672401</id><published>2008-08-25T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:37:07.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Villains</title><content type='html'>Do you remember Lex Luthor?  What am i saying?  Who does not know the guy?  I am not a Superman expert but I know at some point he wanted to destroy the world.  Ok fine, he wants to rule the world.  What about Sepiroth?  Any Final Fantasy geek knows who he is and what he intends to do with the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I see a good reason to destroy the world.  For the past few days, I have been thinking like a super villain.  I see people who have no care for anyone but themselves.  I see people who would not help an old lady who tripped and fell on her knees.  I see people who live like they are kings and queens of the land and laugh at people who had less than what they have.  People who pull other people down or step on other people just to climb the corporate or social ladder.  And this my friends, are people from the real world.  Not for movies or tv shows, I mean these people are REAL.  I'm sure, because I work with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to understand why these villains would like to destroy the world.  I understand why the opt to just press the reset button and start all over again.  I mean what kind of society spend billions and billions of dollars on an event and have countries that starve to death.  Why do we as a species let that happen?  Why do we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashionistas&lt;/span&gt; and still have people having a hard time getting food on the table for their families?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the capability to destroy the world I would....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see my son...and I now know why I shouldn't....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-6606197547527672401?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/6606197547527672401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=6606197547527672401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/6606197547527672401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/6606197547527672401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2008/08/villains.html' title='Villains'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-1240279787813834636</id><published>2008-08-21T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:17:58.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Rant #1</title><content type='html'>What the hell happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a guy that did not care much about the world, or what it thinks of me.  I was a happy go lucky guy who looks at life day by day.  I don't know.  I just feel bad today.  My wife thought I was mad at her, and I was not.  That made me feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know, I feel kinda down lately.  Maybe because of somethings that I expected to be something else.  After 5 years in the company, I was hoping to be somewhat of a manger or something.  I am still a Team Lead, well, Senior Team Lead ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which means that they get to throw manager stuff at me to do without the salary nor the position&lt;/span&gt; ).  But I have been bitching about that for the longest time now so I don't think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son does not know me anymore.  There was one time that me and my wife came home, I got him and brought him to our bedroom.  I started playing with him and my wife was standing and going to change into something comfy.  She went into the bathroom, and my son cried like he was being injected with something.  I mean there were tears flowing, not dropping, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flowing&lt;/span&gt;.  I just thought that he was missing Mommy and all.  When my wife got back he was laughing.  When it was my turn to change, he didn't even mind me.  He kept on playing with his mom.  Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate my world today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-1240279787813834636?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/1240279787813834636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=1240279787813834636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/1240279787813834636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/1240279787813834636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-1.html' title='Rant #1'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-5285554786840616758</id><published>2008-08-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:22:17.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated</title><content type='html'>Hah!  I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone commented on this blog and I thought...hey, I like this blog, so I'll Use it again.  My apologies to those people going to this blog and finding it empty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what is happening with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We bought a car last year.  A 1996 Mazda Protege Gen 2.  That's a 1996 Mazda Familia.  We kinda bought it out of the blue since my wife was preggy and I can't imagine myself looking for a cab Monday morning to go to UST.  Here she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNgQmVqD5DU/SKmE052j8HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6LCFjzmsS6k/s1600-h/Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNgQmVqD5DU/SKmE052j8HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6LCFjzmsS6k/s320/Ride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235862086212644978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have a son.  Paul Nathan Trinidad.  My God, I can't start on how lucky we are to get a baby boy like him.  Anyways check out my multiply site for updates and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are my new things.  Promise I will update this blog from now on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-5285554786840616758?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/5285554786840616758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=5285554786840616758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/5285554786840616758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/5285554786840616758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2008/08/updated.html' title='Updated'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNgQmVqD5DU/SKmE052j8HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6LCFjzmsS6k/s72-c/Ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-7979333193390638942</id><published>2007-06-16T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T08:00:13.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>Been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where there is war, people die needlessly everyday.  In a world where there is hunger, disease, pain, sorrow, it is really hard to find something pure in this world.  Something that would lift yourself up from whatever ashes you came from.  Something that would give hope to the masses.  Something that would say "Hey, it will be alright". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife said that she has something to show me in YouTube, I just said "OK".  No biggies, just another good video.  She was all excited about it.  When we got home, I just lied down in bed and she loaded the video.  It was the video from Britain's Got Talent.  Conny, a six year-old girl, sings Somewhere Over The Rainbow.  I just thought hey, I've watched my share of that, kids singing sweet songs.  The moment I heard her voice, I was stunned.  I felt light crying, but I think I was too shocked that some of of my bodily functions are not working well.  She was really good.  I mean really, really, really really, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY GOOD!  &lt;/span&gt;I know it's a cliche, but her voice was of an angel.  It was pure, from heaven, from God.  She made feel that I was not worthy of hearing her voice.  It made me feel unpure, but at the same time she was cleansing me.  I hardly say nice things about stuff that I see or hear.  But this one is really way up my list of things I want to hear again before I die.  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When I was a kid, I wanted to be in everything.  Not necessarily be "in" like trendy but I want to be always in the loop.  Sometimes, I do crazy things just to be noticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it like being the "star"?  Everyone around you knows who you are.  Just hearing your name would get reactions like "Ah yeah I know him" or "Yeah, he's from _____, right?".  Everyone does know you.   BUT, does everyone like you?  You may be popular, you maybe a household name.  But who is around you?  Who holds your hand and says nice things about you even if you're not around? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned one thing, the hard way.  It's better to be at the background, laying low and keeping things "steady", rather than be in the spotlight and wither away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-1936976384988988087?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/1936976384988988087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=1936976384988988087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/1936976384988988087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/1936976384988988087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/06/star.html' title='Star'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-8166777122906787996</id><published>2007-05-30T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:09:02.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Slow Slow Slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a long while since my last entry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My PC acted up again. It's because we cannot browse some secure sites and I have been trying fix the damn thing. I looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; on the web to fix my prob but it was in vain. Still looking though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just finished reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angels &amp; Demons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Dan Brown. I read that during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; Code fever. I wanted to read something and that's one book I liked reading again. I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facinated&lt;/span&gt; by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Illumiati&lt;/span&gt; brands. It looks so cool. The symmetry was brilliant. I don't know if the brands were actually a historical fact or a made thing by the author. Still, it's brilliant. And what is more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;brilliant &lt;/span&gt;is this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070355130269022594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNgQmVqD5DU/Rl2FIIjDuYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FqWfths8fjE/s320/ad_ambigramsm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started playing RF again. I started playing back when it was just starting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LevelUp&lt;/span&gt; PH. I grew tired of it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I had to shell out dough. I was browsing and found a private server that is free. So I downloaded the client and viola, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lvl&lt;/span&gt; 23 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bellato&lt;/span&gt; dude. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll ping you guys with updates....kinda slow today.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-8166777122906787996?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/8166777122906787996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=8166777122906787996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/8166777122906787996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/8166777122906787996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/05/slow-slow-slow.html' title='Slow Slow Slow'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNgQmVqD5DU/Rl2FIIjDuYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FqWfths8fjE/s72-c/ad_ambigramsm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-4310098126096812092</id><published>2007-05-22T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T06:12:22.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Random Things</title><content type='html'>Been a while huh....Sorry for not updating my blog as usual.. I have been kinda busy for the past few days, and my eyes are hurting when I stare at the PC for a while. Maybe I need glasses again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my wife tagged me and I need to write 7 random things about me. Well, I can tell you a lot of things but let's start with these 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like to be told what to do. Maybe because of my boastful nature. I mean I know what right things to do, just don't tell me ( &lt;em&gt;like this task&lt;/em&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a jack of all trades, but a master of none. I am a very quick learner, but I tire out fast and move on to the next new thing. It's like I know a lot, but I do not really consider myself an authority to any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You can leave at any place that has a TV with cable, PS2 with games that I like, a DVD player and some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pancit&lt;/span&gt; Canton &lt;/em&gt;and I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for weeks to come. Just give me food and something to do and I will be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like reading books. I don't really &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;reading but I would rather have a good book on a cool Sunday afternoon rather than go to a bar Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't have one music preference. My CD collection ranges from Vienna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Teng&lt;/span&gt; to Tears for Fears to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Godsmack&lt;/span&gt; to Pearl Jam. If I like it, I'll listen to it (&lt;em&gt; and I don't care what you think&lt;/em&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I always wanted to have some special power, preferably something that would not alter what I look like. I like the power of The Shadow. You know, the Alec Baldwin movie where he plays a hero that can cloud people's minds. That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am a tinker. I like to try things that has machinery. I often play with our old TV set. Not play like a toy, but open it up and check if all transistors and capacitors are working. Sometimes, my brother yells at me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he can't find his tester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is it. And like the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt; that I am, I tag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Enoc&lt;/span&gt;, Larry, and Den.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-4310098126096812092?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/4310098126096812092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=4310098126096812092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/4310098126096812092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/4310098126096812092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/05/seven-random-things.html' title='Seven Random Things'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-8932120784592289139</id><published>2007-05-17T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T07:16:19.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>The Doctor, the Sharpei, the player and a bed</title><content type='html'>Ok so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a leave today because my wife is overdue on her check up with the doctor. We decided we'll go today since this will be the only time that the two of us can get out of work. So we went to my sister's place to get my mom (&lt;em&gt; who will undergo checkup as well &lt;/em&gt;) and we hung out till 3:00 pm before we called the clinic. Then we found out the doctor was out and she'll come back next week. Great, we are from Cainta and the clinic is in UST. Cab fare gone to waste. Anyways, so that it will be a productive day, we decided to go to SM Megamall to buy a new bed ( &lt;em&gt;since one of our dogs punctured our beloved airbed &lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be in SM Mega again without tome pressure. Usually, my wife and I are at Mega to hang around till she has work or till I have work. It's nice to walk around the mall again, I feel like I'm back in college. Anyways, after eating we went in search for the illustrious bed that is "&lt;em&gt;swak&lt;/em&gt;" in our budget. We went to CitiBeds and they only sell Orthopedic mattresses which costs around P 54,000 - P75, 000 for a Queen size bed. As my mother-in-law would say, " &lt;em&gt;Inyo na yang kama nyo!&lt;/em&gt;". So we decided to go to OurHome. That's from Citibeds in Mega A 4th floor to OurHome Mega B Basement. Great. Walkathon. Good thing, we were able to find a bed we liked and that is within budget. So we asked how long the delivery would take. The salesman said, " &lt;em&gt;Ano ba ngayon? Thursday? So bali Thursday next week po. &lt;/em&gt;" Fantabulous. Our backs can't wait that long. Too bad for the sales dude, he was kinda nice though. Since we're there, my wife decided to check out Bioresearch. I checked out a video agem store. I went to pick her up and I saw her drooling over a baby Sharpei. She usually does that so I just let her. Then suddenly she told me she wanted to buy it. "&lt;em&gt; I-uuwi ko na sya&lt;/em&gt;". " Ok. &lt;em&gt;Bilin mo&lt;/em&gt;.", I said. Wrong answer. She had the money to buy the puppy. I had to drag her out of the store or else we will have a new member of the family. we called a cab immediately and started to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, I remembered there was no food left at our place. So I said we can go to Sta. Lucia Mall and check out beds there. At the same time, I can buy dinner. So to the mall we went. I checked out and bought a PS2 game first. Then on our way to the furniture section of the mall, I saw a DVD player. I kinda promised myself that I will buy my mom-in-law a DVD player. Since I was standing there, I bought one. The salesgirl had all the spiels she needed. Very unusual in this part of the country. So there, I have a new DVD player. Off to the furniture section. My wife looked at the mattresses and found the same bed we found at Mega, at its cheaper. We immediately bought it, and asked when it will be delivered. The sales guy said he can deliver it that night. Cool. So I paid the guy, bought dinner and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am sitting on my new bed, and I have been up for 30 hours now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More energy, mas happy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-8932120784592289139?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/8932120784592289139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=8932120784592289139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/8932120784592289139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/8932120784592289139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/05/doctor-sharpei-player-and-bed.html' title='The Doctor, the Sharpei, the player and a bed'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-2436459577284103057</id><published>2007-05-12T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T19:54:27.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>Villain</title><content type='html'>I just woke up. Well, technically my dogs woke me up. My wife told me, " Aga aga blogging na agad. ADIK! ". I told her, " Di naman, just checking out stuff lang....". And checking out stuff I found a cool test. Want to know what villain you are? The link's below. Me...I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Apocalypse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You believe in the survival of the fittest.  You believe that you are the fittest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/pics/apocalypse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="75" size="6"&gt;75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Juggernaut &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="72" size="6"&gt;72%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Dr. Doom &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="65" size="6"&gt;65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Kingpin &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="59" size="6"&gt;59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mr. Freeze &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="58" size="6"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Lex Luthor &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="57" size="6"&gt;57%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Magneto &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="56" size="6"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mystique &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="56" size="6"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Dark Phoenix &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="56" size="6"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Venom &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="54" size="6"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Catwoman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="53" size="6"&gt;53%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; The Joker &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="52" size="6"&gt;52%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Riddler &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="44" size="6"&gt;44%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Poison Ivy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="42" size="6"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Green Goblin &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;width="40" size="6"&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Two-Face &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Super Villain are you?" quiz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-2436459577284103057?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/2436459577284103057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=2436459577284103057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/2436459577284103057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/2436459577284103057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/05/villain.html' title='Villain'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-7936664170664839075</id><published>2007-05-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:36:33.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself but to your own estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Marcus Aurelius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; some blogs of some people I know (&lt;em&gt;not from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;..I mean really know like friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;office mates&lt;/span&gt;, the like&lt;/em&gt;). Majority of them rants about work. I understood why they felt that way, because at some point I felt that way too. There was a point where I thought that I was going through a battery test everyday. Have you felt like everything that you are doing was, is, and will be wrong? Yeah, exactly what I felt too. I already did everything that I needed to do but they still look for something else to shove up my ass. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drifting&lt;/span&gt; away from the topic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just have one thing to say to the people who rant about work. Everything is about &lt;strong&gt;PERCEPTION&lt;/strong&gt;. What is Perception? It is defined as "the act or faculty of apprehending by means of the senses or of the mind". Too long. One word meaning...."understanding". It is how you understand things around you. It is how you see things. It is how you react based on a physical or psychological stimuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is defined, what is the common ground there. In the last three lines lies the solution, YOU. It is, was, and always will be YOU. YOU have to change the way you see things. Why? Because one thing that you have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; in solving any kind of problem is to start with what you can control. Do not dwell on things you do not have control over, you can't change those. And in this situation, what is that one thing that we can control. Yourself. You have to change what you are seeing, or at least look at it from a different angle. If you are pissed at someone, instead of focusing on the what he is doing to annoy you, why don't you focus on why he is acting like that. Maybe he has a problem at home. Maybe he just got himself into some deep shit and he is asking you to join him. Maybe it's Let's-make-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every body's&lt;/span&gt;-day-like-hell day in his own little planet. Once you have the reason, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; will follow. Once you understand, then you can change your perception of things. Then the healing will begin, you'll start to feel better. And the people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; you will start feeling better. And the people around them. So on and so forth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard at first, but once you knacked the first one, it'll be a piece of cake. And this skill is a life saver, too. It'll relieve you of some stress, making you a more positive individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it saved mine....=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-7936664170664839075?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/7936664170664839075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=7936664170664839075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/7936664170664839075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/7936664170664839075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/05/perception.html' title='Perception'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-752400365370486176</id><published>2007-05-10T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:23:33.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><title type='text'>PC, PC, PC</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I posted here. Well, two things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Artic Freezer and the HDD came Monday morning ( &lt;em&gt;when I was sleeping..Air21 you rak!&lt;/em&gt;). I had to install the freezer immediately coz I want to see it work during the hot summer afternoon inside my hot summer bedroom. Installation was really easy. You just have to be careful on hitting transistors and cables that are enatangled inside my PC. It's during these times that I am reminded why I can't be an onsite PC tech. My hands are too damn big to fit in the narrow spaces in the PC. Anyways, I was able to install the freezer, and turned my PC on. As usual, my first try always fails. I checked the thing and reseated it. Then it turned on, opened Windows normally. The next thing to open Asus PC Probe ( &lt;em&gt;a software that cam with the mobo to check voltages and temps&lt;/em&gt; ). Lo and behold, the temp that was playing around 65 - 80 degrees cam down to 38-45 degrees! Wow, and it's noon! The reviews for this CPU cooler was nice but I was not expecting it to be this effective. Brownie points for Artic Coolers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Arctic Cooling Freezer 7 Pro (Front)" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/AC1.jpg" align="center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Arctic Cooler Freezer 7 Pro (side)" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/ac2.jpg" align="center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's time for the hard drive. I bought a 160 GB IDE Seagate. I borrowed an IDE cable from an officemate and the mobo was not reconizing it. I tried to slave it from my primary IDE and now I am sure it's the cable. I went to SM Megamall to buy one Ultra ATA cable. As soon as I got home from work I installed the new cable and attached the HDD. It recognized it and it is working perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After installing those two, I transferred all my needed files to my new HDD and reformatted the old HDD to have one primary HDD with one partition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I was kinda busy these past few days. Thanks for everyone who dropped by to check on my blog since I was out. I promise to make up for the lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next project, a decent computer table and a high end chair. Anyone who knows a good place I can buy these things please leave a comment. All I see in the malls are the generic tables and the big and bulky office tables. I just want a sleek and small pc table. About the chair, if you have been to station 168 in Makati Ave., those are the chairs I am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making my post a classified ad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-752400365370486176?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/752400365370486176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=752400365370486176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/752400365370486176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/752400365370486176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/05/pc-pc-pc.html' title='PC, PC, PC'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-6079179155705724001</id><published>2007-05-06T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:40:26.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><title type='text'>Air 20-shit</title><content type='html'>My CPU is kinda running at 60-75 degrees Celsius. I don't know if it's the weather or what but it is running hot. So I decided to buy a cooler for my CPU and a 160 GB hard drive. I checked out &lt;a href="http://www.tipidpc.com/"&gt;TipidPC.com&lt;/a&gt; and found a reputed seller and made a deal. I had my wife deposit the money in his account and he shipped the goods via Air21. ETA Saturday. Perfect coz it's my of and I will have time to install the cooler and the hard drive and reformat my PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ramble mode on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited all Saturday for the delivery but ladyluck has frowned on me (&lt;em&gt;yet again&lt;/em&gt;). I started waiting around 9:00 am. I called Air21 at 2:00 pm and asked what was the status of the package. They told me it was for delivery. Ok, I waited. It was already 4:00 pm and still no delivery. I called again. This guy was obviously new, he got my details and he said that as much as possible they will try to deliver it before 8:00 pm. Wow, there goes my day. I thought well hey, I'll just install it Sunday, no biggie. 7:00 pm, no delivery. I called Air 21 again, the guy who answered seemed ok. He told me that it was coming from QC ( &lt;em&gt;I live in Cainta for crying out loud, why is it in QC??!?!!? &lt;/em&gt;). Anyways he escalated the case and said that it will be delivered today. I asked him if it is not delivered today, when will I expect it? He said, in a very perky voice, "&lt;em&gt;Ay sir! Monday na po kasi hindi po kami nag dedeliver ng Sunday&lt;/em&gt;." One hour till the deadline and I just got this &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;important detail. I told him that their commitment has the same meaning as opening a can of tuna fish. And that if I do not get my package, it will be hell to pay on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a call center. Some of you may think that working in a CC is an easy job. We provide world class customer service. I do not care which call center you are from, all of us provide world class service to our customers because if we do not we won't last a day. Saying this, I am convinced that in the Philippines, customer service is not one of the things business owners prioritize. Well, big companies in particular. I do not know what, but in the US, if a company did his customers wrong, it's a mortal sin. If it was proven that this company has very poor customer service, they are out. The BBB ( &lt;em&gt;Better Business Bureau&lt;/em&gt; ) will haul their assess and shred their licenses. Here, they will just smile and say "&lt;em&gt;Ay sir! Monday na po kasi hindi po kami nag dedeliver ng Sunday.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ramble mode off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanna get that out of my system. I'm just thinking, when will the government guard us from these kinds of people? I mean yeah, the country is in shit right now and it's really hard to maintain a business that is why we have to sacrifice and one of the things we sacrifice is our customer service people ( &lt;em&gt;whew! long sentence &lt;/em&gt;). Question sir...when was the country &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;in shit? Every year you say, ( &lt;em&gt;in a very Bill Luz kinda accent &lt;/em&gt;) " Business is not looking up in the Philippines this quarter." With that kind of service, lemme guess why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it will be election time in the next couple weeks, I wish some senatoriables would have something i their commercials such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lahat ng jeep hanggang pituhan na lang!! Wala nang siksikan!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Ang chickenjoy sa Jolibee laging bagong luto!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Wala nang lupapay na french fries!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Wala nang tatayo sa mga bus!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Lahat ng nagbebenta ng DVD, ALAM ANG BINEBENTA NILA!! Hindi puro "&lt;em&gt;Kumplet sison yan ser!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wishes were fishes, the world would be an ocean...hay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-6079179155705724001?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/6079179155705724001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=6079179155705724001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/6079179155705724001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/6079179155705724001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/05/air-20-shit.html' title='Air 20-shit'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-4705265565615033128</id><published>2007-05-04T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:09:08.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>VisualDNA</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank  &lt;A HREF="http://hilarryon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Larry&lt;/A&gt; for this.  Of all the online personality tests I have taken ( and that is a lot ), this would have to be the best.  Nice graphics and everything.   I do suggest you check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-78BCAFD1.jpeg&amp;c1=...tHe sImPLeSt tHings...&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_45782961.jpeg&amp;c2=..!rAkIsTa!...&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-310363F1.jpeg&amp;c3=..a dIffErEnT kInD oF sUrFinG..&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4811A17.jpeg&amp;c4=..gO wHeRe u wAnNa gO..&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=..hair hair hair..&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;c6=..fOrEvEr...&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_045A8238.jpeg&amp;c7=..sWiPeR..&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-E26BA3F.jpeg&amp;c8=...sEReNiTy...&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-68DE05A9.jpeg&amp;c9=..nAtUre..&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7BEA515F.jpeg&amp;c10=..tHe gAmE..&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_368EAF3E.jpeg&amp;c11=..sAnD, wInD..sEa&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;c12=...sWeeTnEss...&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1B4C950E.jpeg&amp;c13=...lAnD..wAtEr..aIr...&amp;moodlabel=DREAMER&amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=724571-3fef&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=724571-3fef&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-4705265565615033128?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/4705265565615033128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=4705265565615033128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/4705265565615033128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/4705265565615033128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/05/visualdna.html' title='VisualDNA'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-5388779919443109608</id><published>2007-05-02T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:53:53.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNgQmVqD5DU/RjjsPrVnqBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6e3Cxy-Qk/s1600-h/noflash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060053935426349074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNgQmVqD5DU/RjjsPrVnqBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6e3Cxy-Qk/s320/noflash.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not watched it...yet...but the buzz in the office was it was great. The story was predictable but the effects made up for it. It was already a hit before it actually opened here in Manila. I had to tell everybody that no one is allowed to talk abouot the movie until Monday, just a respect for thos who has not watched it. I already yelled at two agents for telling the story while I was there. Talk about martial law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some early reviews I found at&lt;a href="http://emanuellevy.com/article.php?articleID=5506"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-5388779919443109608?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/5388779919443109608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=5388779919443109608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/5388779919443109608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/5388779919443109608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3.html' title='Spiderman 3'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNgQmVqD5DU/RjjsPrVnqBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MX6e3Cxy-Qk/s72-c/noflash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-943658831964628969</id><published>2007-05-01T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:08:13.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Hero Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god... and where can you go from there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Al Pacino as John Milton in the Devil's Advocate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie. For one, Al Pacino's my favourite actor &lt;em&gt;( next to Jack Nicholson and Tommy Lee Jones )&lt;/em&gt;. The reason why I like him is how he delivers lines. Lines that will stick to your head and tell your grandchildren about. One of my faves was from Scent of a Woman &lt;em&gt;(""I know exactly where your body is. What I'm looking for is some indication of a brain." ).&lt;/em&gt; Cool. Clever. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ramble mode on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this line in my previous blogs before. The reason I did that is because I hated &lt;em&gt;( and still hate ) &lt;/em&gt;people who beef themselves up too much. Is it just me? Or are some people overdoing it? There is such a thing as too much. One pure example of this is what some organizations are doing to their members. Some organizations are saying " We are the best!", "You belong in the company of excellence". I mean, yes, you have won awards. You have been on the top for so long that you have mushrooms growing on your feet while you're up there. But my question is, do you have to rub it so much on ALL of our faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people need that. There was a point in my life when I needed people to tell me how good I was. I needed adulation, I needed admiration. Some people use it as a go-go juice to motivate them in finishing a hard task. Well if you think about it , yeah, it makes sense. Everyone needs some grease now and then. What I really don't like are people who constantly remind themselves that they are the best, even at times when they are obviously not. It somewhat like hypnotizing yourself in believing that no one is above you. You are the greatest, best, most admired person in the world. That everyone is soooooo envious of you just because of the simple, significant fact that you are YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me....how can you have &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; friends if you can stay &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; to yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ramble mode off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-943658831964628969?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/943658831964628969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=943658831964628969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/943658831964628969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/943658831964628969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/05/self-hero-worship.html' title='Self Hero Worship'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-8192038560656262801</id><published>2007-04-30T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:33:53.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macgyver</title><content type='html'>I always watch TV when I was a kid.  But my family did not want me to watch tagalog movies.  The most tagalog I watched was Batibot.  It became a habit and I kinda liked watching series with my brothers.  Series like A Team, Mission: Impossible, and my all-time favourite, Macgyver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often joked about him, saying that he can get out of anything.  I remember this episode where he stopped a chemical leak from a tank by sealing it with a bar of Nestle Crunch.  My brother always said &lt;em&gt;"Pwede kang magkape kahit na nasusunog na bahay nyo basta kasama mo si Macgyver."&lt;/em&gt;  Yeah, I think he would get out of that situation with his eyes closed and hands tied behind his back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through YouTube and I saw this link.  It's a video of a guy playing the theme song of Macgyver using his acoustic guitar.  The thing that blew my mind was the accuracy of the whole thing.  I mean, it was really really close to the actual song.  Here check it out yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1CZ7yCgkOM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1CZ7yCgkOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-8192038560656262801?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/8192038560656262801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=8192038560656262801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/8192038560656262801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/8192038560656262801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/04/macgyver.html' title='Macgyver'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-6322326855608212027</id><published>2007-04-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:56:49.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life, acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Euripides (484 BC - 406 BC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a TL back when I was an agent that said one thing is needed to succeed in his team, BALANCE. He thought us to balance our metrics, making sure that we do not leave out other metrics while we try to improve on the critical ones. I use this ideology in all the teams i have handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone from work rants about stuff, I always say " God is a God of Balance, he will balance things out. Balance is also the reason why Albert Einstein believes in life after death. He said that the energy in the universe is constant, one energy will constantly transform in another form of energy. That is why he believes that when we die, we just transform in another form of energy, our souls. Balance. Even the Yin and Yang is about two opposing forces that compliment each other. Again, balance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that have to do with me. Well, the reason why I believe so much in balance is because everyday I feel that God is balancing me out. If I have a very shitty day at work, I will have a great day at home. If I feel great at work, something would go wrong at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good example. I had a great day at work. Friday, last shift. I was able to do all of the things I needed to do. I had a great time, extra ordinary day, people are in high spirits and stuff. After a great day, I went home to my wife, talked and ate my &lt;em&gt;baon&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;( it really defies the term "baon" if you can't eat at work )&lt;/em&gt;, and my wife slept while I opened my PC to dust the parts. After putting them back together, NO POST NO VIDEO. Meaning, the thing has power but nothing on the screen but beeps. I tried to troubleshoot it, but to no avail. I decided to bring it to a computer shop. I carried the case under the blistering heat of the 12 o'clock sun. and then there was no trike, they had a meeting. So I walked out of the subdivision, and walked some more to the shop, carrying my PC, at 12 0'clock noon. Great. The damn thing was fixed and that is why I am now blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-6322326855608212027?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/6322326855608212027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=6322326855608212027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/6322326855608212027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/6322326855608212027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/04/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-4810019933834231298</id><published>2007-04-27T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:46:56.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suncreen</title><content type='html'>I remember this "thing" sometime back during my freshman year in college. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Luhrmann's&lt;/span&gt; "Everybody Wears Sunscreen". This is one of my favourite songs. The thing I li&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; about it is that I can relate to this song. I mean, after 10 years since last I heard it, I can relate a lot to some of the lines. Here I'll show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97... wear sunscreen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;own meandering experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will dispense this advice now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But trust me, &lt;strong&gt;in 20 years you'll look back at photos of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You are NOT as fat as you imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who are reckless with yours.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Floss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with yourself.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this, tell me how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stretch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lives, some of the most interesting 40 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; I know still don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get plenty of calcium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;75&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;likely to stick with you in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the more you need the people you knew when you were young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;California once, but leave before it makes you soft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Travel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Respect your elders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-4810019933834231298?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/4810019933834231298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=4810019933834231298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/4810019933834231298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/4810019933834231298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/04/suncreen.html' title='Suncreen'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-1854223334461067160</id><published>2007-04-24T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T06:23:58.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Duper Mario</title><content type='html'>I am a gaming addict. From the time I hung out on computer rental shops &lt;em&gt;( not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; cafe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they were only renting console games ), &lt;/em&gt;to the time I got my first gaming console, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; Family Computer ( costs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; P800 that time ), I was spending hours on games like Contra, Adventure Island, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Robocop&lt;/span&gt;, etc.... If there was one game that I am sure that all of us played, it has to be Super Mario Brothers 1. Not the other versions, the original one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; this link through a friend. This guy is amazing. He took the game in &lt;strong&gt;5 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. The sheer acrobatic moves he made during the game, the way he jumped over the Hammer Brothers, the flying ducks, the cacti in the tubes, how he managed to jump and jump from the holes, and he did all of this without dying nor without any special item &lt;em&gt;( no mushroom, no star, no flower power ),&lt;/em&gt; it's amazing. I wonder how long he practiced. Talk about too much time on their hands.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/games/2007/04/super_mario_bro.html"&gt;http://blog.wired.com/games/2007/04/super_mario_bro.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-1854223334461067160?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/1854223334461067160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=1854223334461067160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/1854223334461067160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/1854223334461067160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/04/super-duper-mario.html' title='Super Duper Mario'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-6242715505066101875</id><published>2007-04-22T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:14:19.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorta of a rest day</title><content type='html'>Well another set of weekend is over. If you're working the night shift like I do, you know that you 2 days off is just like one whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my shift, I went straight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;STUH&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UST&lt;/span&gt; hospital) to meet my baby. She is getting an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OGCT&lt;/span&gt;. Medical students know what this is, for us normal people, it's a more intensive blood test where you have to fast for 6 hours and then they will get blood samples every hour for the next 3 hours. Talk about torment. My wife hates needles, and she loves eating so I will leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to my sister's place to rest. But we weren't able to rest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; my mom "missed" us so much she went on and on about things going on in my family. Boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Abunda&lt;/span&gt; could make one full year of stories for the Buzz with my family's issues. Good thing my brother will fetch my mom going back to the hospital so we had a ride back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew the doctor would be late. She normally comes in 12 noon on Saturdays, but she had a family thing so she came around 3 pm. We waited a good 3 hours for her, but we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; knew that. My body has the ability to rest just by resting my head on anything that can hold it up so I kinda dozed off while waiting. Also, this weekly wait time is a good QT for me and my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home. Figured what to eat and I started playing with my PC. Then we slept. Woke up. Played with my PC again and my wife played with our dogs. I switched to playing PS2 and my wife switched playing with PC. Then it's Monday again. Have to work tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest day?....Well I was able to rest for a day. Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-6242715505066101875?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/6242715505066101875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=6242715505066101875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/6242715505066101875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/6242715505066101875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorta-of-rest-day.html' title='Sorta of a rest day'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-2560410672617052603</id><published>2007-04-18T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:43:20.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really not a blogger</title><content type='html'>If &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;of my friends are checking this blog now and then, they already know that I am really not a blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I think I will be able to update this blog more often. For the first time in all the places I moved to, I already have a DSL line installed. So, expect some changes in the things I blog. Mostly, it will be about my baby and my UPCOMING baby boy! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-2560410672617052603?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/2560410672617052603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=2560410672617052603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/2560410672617052603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/2560410672617052603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2007/04/really-not-blogger.html' title='Really not a blogger'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-4366281963914408148</id><published>2006-11-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:38:10.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Month</title><content type='html'>Today is my first wedding "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;monthsary&lt;/span&gt;".  It is kinda weird to even celebrate it but hey, we are newly weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept all day.  We both have work tonight and we need to have our clothes pressed and all.  So we stayed at home, hung out with Pebbles and Coffee ( our dogs ).  Pretty nice day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Randy called....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told my wife that his dad had a lockjaw.  He was going to be rushed to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the panic.  We got dressed, packed our bags and went off ( with her mom ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and everything was kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home.  Her Dad and her Bro stayed at home and she would watch over them till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.  I went to hell...i mean work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got here, they are interviewing the soon-to-be OM of yahoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a FEEDBACK session later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great day...and it is not over yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-4366281963914408148?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/4366281963914408148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=4366281963914408148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/4366281963914408148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/4366281963914408148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-month.html' title='First Month'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35132827.post-116372778884951183</id><published>2006-11-16T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:52:24.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's begin</title><content type='html'>You guys know I only write when I am angry.  And you guys know that I only blog when there is something that bothers me.  And you guys know that a thing that can bother me is so damn big that some people cannot handle it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for the much awaited OM position in the "best" call center in the country ( &lt;em&gt;check the quotation marks&lt;/em&gt; ) in &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; program ( &lt;em&gt;check the enunciation&lt;/em&gt; ).  I applied because everyone wanted me to become the next OM.  And I wanted it too, because finally I will be a very integral part of this program.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The application process begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first interview went berserk.  Its like I did not know what I was talking about.  Hey, how long has it been since my last interview?  I was never good at this, well at least when I am at ease and not raging mad.  I sucked, to keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was confirmed, my chance to become a manager in MY program was taken away.  Well, at the time I am writing this blog I have not received official word.  But by the looks of things, that is where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, its like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work soooooo hard and took so many kinds of SHIT and hey, "working for the company is a reward on its own".  This was not the company that I applied for in the first place, this is not the company that I started with, THIS IS NOT THE COMPANY THAT I LOVE.  It is full of posers, wanna-bes, hey-look-at-me-I-am-a-successful-yuppie dimwits.  Why did I even apply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why?  Because of my program.  Not because of the clients, the product, my manager, because of the PROGRAM, the people in it.  I have developed and molded great people that I cannot bear to give them away to somebody who will get the job because he/she/it speaks better than me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I NEED A BREAK....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/greatcookster" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35132827-116372778884951183?l=greatcookster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/feeds/116372778884951183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35132827&amp;postID=116372778884951183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/116372778884951183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35132827/posts/default/116372778884951183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatcookster.blogspot.com/2006/11/lets-begin.html' title='Let&apos;s begin'/><author><name>Cookster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893844881060487105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/cookster21/163104aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
