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So all you need to do to know him is to read his blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-1283500387552234163</id><published>2011-02-08T03:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T03:36:34.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos from my hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Amp_Commentary_Wrap"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Post_Text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;astonishing XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=" ClipTheme newspaper"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Outer"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Top_Wrap"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Source_First"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amplify&amp;rsquo;d from &lt;a rel="clipsource" target="_blank" title="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1514471922/just-1-of-over-7000-islands-en-route-to-palawan" href="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1514471922/just-1-of-over-7000-islands-en-route-to-palawan"&gt;vivafilipinas.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Middle_Wrap"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1514471922/just-1-of-over-7000-islands-en-route-to-palawan"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="Amp_Content_Item_Image"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content8.clipmarks.com/clog_clip_cache/amplify.com/E90EFBE7-B3FC-4FCA-AEC4-3E891E4D9768/307E5AED-80C8-4567-82E7-D08A074FAC2F" alt="Just 1 of over 7000 islandsEn route to Palawan&lt;br /&gt;(taken from tintowens)"  width="256" height="384"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Amp_Source_Button"&gt;&lt;a rel="clipsource" target="_blank" title="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1514471922/just-1-of-over-7000-islands-en-route-to-palawan" href="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1514471922/just-1-of-over-7000-islands-en-route-to-palawan"&gt;See more at vivafilipinas.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Hr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1503455492/concepcion-palawan-treasure-these-times-treasure"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="Amp_Content_Item_Image"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content9.clipmarks.com/clog_clip_cache/amplify.com/E90EFBE7-B3FC-4FCA-AEC4-3E891E4D9768/B6DBB68A-72F0-4650-899B-DE77469B19BE" alt="ConcepcionPalawan&lt;br /&gt;Treasure these times.Treasure these moments.Treasure these memories.Treasure love.&lt;br /&gt;(taken from athrio)"  width="384" height="250"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Amp_Source_Button"&gt;&lt;a rel="clipsource" target="_blank" title="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1503455492/concepcion-palawan-treasure-these-times-treasure" href="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1503455492/concepcion-palawan-treasure-these-times-treasure"&gt;See more at vivafilipinas.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Hr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1444422854/busuanga-palawan-sometimes-its-the-smallest"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="Amp_Content_Item_Image"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content6.clipmarks.com/clog_clip_cache/amplify.com/E90EFBE7-B3FC-4FCA-AEC4-3E891E4D9768/5FF6EF18-126B-4719-95FE-322375163292" alt="Busuanga, Palawan&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it&amp;#8217;s the smallest decisions that can change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;(taken from rndll)"  width="384" height="257"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span 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target="_blank" title="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1436980553/subterranean-river-puerto-princessa-palawan" href="http://vivafilipinas.tumblr.com/post/1436980553/subterranean-river-puerto-princessa-palawan"&gt;See more at vivafilipinas.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Bottom_Wrap"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Link"&gt;See this Amp at &lt;a href="http://amplify.com/u/apc76"&gt;http://amplify.com/u/apc76&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-1283500387552234163?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/1283500387552234163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-3035263779623669668</id><published>2011-02-07T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:11:35.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimacy Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Amp_Commentary_Wrap"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Post_Text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this one is great XD haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=" ClipTheme newspaper"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Outer"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Top_Wrap"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Source_First"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amplify&amp;rsquo;d from &lt;a rel="clipsource" target="_blank" title="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/latest-invention-intimacy-dress-that-becomes-transparent-when-a-man-approaches.html" href="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/latest-invention-intimacy-dress-that-becomes-transparent-when-a-man-approaches.html"&gt;www.infoniac.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Middle_Wrap"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/latest-invention-intimacy-dress-that-becomes-transparent-when-a-man-approaches.html"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="TxtCntnt"&gt;&lt;p id="AutoGeneratedID-0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://64.19.142.11/www.infoniac.com/uimg/transparent-intimacy-dress.jpg" border="0" align="right" /&gt;The latest invention from &lt;strong&gt;Studio Roosegaarde&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;V2_Lab&lt;/strong&gt; is a dress that not only looks nice but also &lt;strong&gt;becomes transparent&lt;/strong&gt; when someone closes in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Hr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/latest-invention-intimacy-dress-that-becomes-transparent-when-a-man-approaches.html"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="TxtCntnt"&gt;&lt;p id="AutoGeneratedID-1"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Intimacy dress&lt;/strong&gt; is available in two striped material, white and black. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Hr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/latest-invention-intimacy-dress-that-becomes-transparent-when-a-man-approaches.html"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="TxtCntnt"&gt;&lt;p id="AutoGeneratedID-2"&gt;It would be interesting to note that the dress is made using electrically-sensitive foils that can change the level of their transparency based on the intensity of the current. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Hr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/latest-invention-intimacy-dress-that-becomes-transparent-when-a-man-approaches.html"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="TxtCntnt"&gt;&lt;p id="AutoGeneratedID-3"&gt;The white and black Intimacy dresses will be officially presented on September 22 at the &lt;strong&gt;Centraal Museum Utrecht&lt;/strong&gt;, informs &lt;a rel="nofollow"  href="http://www.dezeen.com/2010/08/09/intimacy-by-studio-roosegaarde-and-v2_/"&gt;Dezeen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Hr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/latest-invention-intimacy-dress-that-becomes-transparent-when-a-man-approaches.html"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="TxtCntnt"&gt;&lt;p id="AutoGeneratedID-4"&gt;The two dresses have the same form but have somewhat different purpose. The &lt;strong&gt;Intimacy Black&lt;/strong&gt; dress becomes transparent when a man approaches the wearer, while the &lt;strong&gt;Intimacy White&lt;/strong&gt; turns see-through when the wearer interacts with the dress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Hr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/latest-invention-intimacy-dress-that-becomes-transparent-when-a-man-approaches.html"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="Amp_Content_Item_Image"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content6.clipmarks.com/clog_clip_cache/amplify.com/055BDAE3-8171-48D5-B8D5-776315BDBECD/A706FC5E-F65E-454D-A964-A40A95C92377" alt=""  width="330" height="321"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Hr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" 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class="Amp_Link"&gt;See this Amp at &lt;a href="http://amplify.com/u/ap7gs"&gt;http://amplify.com/u/ap7gs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-3035263779623669668?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/3035263779623669668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=3035263779623669668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3035263779623669668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3035263779623669668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2011/02/intimacy-dress.html' title='Intimacy Dress'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-1487936376506348457</id><published>2011-02-07T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:56:45.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how the human mind works,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Amp_Commentary_Wrap"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Post_Text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;cool.. ^_^  follow this link for the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/led-cube-one-of-the-geekiest-things-ever-built.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/led-cube-one-of-the-geekiest-things-ever-built.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=" ClipTheme terminal"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Outer"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Top_Wrap"&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Source_First"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amplify&amp;rsquo;d from &lt;a rel="clipsource" target="_blank" title="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/led-cube-one-of-the-geekiest-things-ever-built.html" href="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/led-cube-one-of-the-geekiest-things-ever-built.html"&gt;www.infoniac.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Middle_Wrap"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/led-cube-one-of-the-geekiest-things-ever-built.html"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="TxtCntnt"&gt;&lt;p id="AutoGeneratedID-0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://64.19.142.11/www.infoniac.com/uimg/led-cube-8x8x8.jpg" border="0" align="right" /&gt;Probably one of the geekiest electronic projects that appeared on the Internet recently is this 8x8x8 &lt;b&gt;LED cube&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Amp_Content_Hr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Amp_Content_Item" cite="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/led-cube-one-of-the-geekiest-things-ever-built.html"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="TxtCntnt"&gt;&lt;p id="AutoGeneratedID-1"&gt;A user from &lt;a rel="nofollow"  href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Led-Cube-8x8x8/"&gt;Indestructables&lt;/a&gt; website and his friend are the authors of this creation, making virtually everything by themselves from component parts to software. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/TScz5izpZ3I/AAAAAAAAALc/Q6pbEY6q6sA/s1600/wallpaper-4737151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/TScz5izpZ3I/AAAAAAAAALc/Q6pbEY6q6sA/s320/wallpaper-4737151.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Sunday night, January 2, 2011, when we arrived in Manila from Puerto Princesa City, I became shuttered again into pieces because of what I saw. I can't fully understand why after a year of without having any attachment to each other, I felt in love again to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"12"&lt;/span&gt; once more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;This Christmas break&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;was one of the best. I could say that because I was really happy of what happened to me after a great depression I'd experienced in Manila. Because of her, I felt that I have life again. I could feel the warmth of her care. Everything that we felt for each other three years ago was present during that great day. I don't know what happened, She's like a gift from above that answered my prayers from the day that I asked for that day to come. I thought it would last for long. Unfortunately, it wouldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;I was happy. Yes I was. From the first minute we saw each other, December 25, 2010, past 11 in the morning. A&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;warm welcome by her was shown by a simple kiss and a hug that made my heart alive once again after a painful experience from a distant place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;We talked of what happened to me. She showed her care and concern for me. I was touched by her words. I couldn’t help myself to listen to her voice over and over. If I had a voice recorder during that time, maybe I've recorded it and listen to it every time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;We took a walk to our city. Just spending our time together. We reminisced the old times by laughing after passing by the streets that once we'd walk together. It was fun. Then we decided to rest for a while. Everything was there in that place. It's like we were still the same since from the start. It was like a dream that came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Spending the evening with her family was another thing. It feels like I am a part of her family. Then she, I am already. It was very flattering. Its just having two families with different personalities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;That night, I thought everything would be the same in the next days that would come. Having that great happiness I felt was indeed rewarding in some way. We walked together, almost embracing each other. We were so close to the extent that I could feel her heart beating. The warmth of her touch was there enclosing my hips. Walking through sea of faces against the cold breeze of the sea together with delightful smiles and sweet laughs from her. A lovely evening, indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to their home to continue the celebration of Christmas. Their, we all ate the same time sharing the same food. It was fun though. Cracking jokes and laughing with each other. Until it was almost 12 midnight, and we decided to leave now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't understand why every time we had that kind of time with each other, my feelings for her always awoke like its always the same since the very first. Honestly I am very happy. But I am not aware of the consequences that I might get. Maybe because I am in a fantasy. A temporary fantasy with no glimpse of reality. Hoping to be the same and hoping for the good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, everything started to change. Like the previous years, it was that feeling of being ignored once again. I did not accept it. I was still blind of what I feel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then my birthday came. She promised that she'd come.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Of course, I was expecting her to spend her time with me. But because of this gig, it ruined my night. I was suppose to be with her, with my friends, and with my family. Now I am thinking, what if I refused that gig, would it be the same? Or still, would she leave to meet her date? After thinking it deeply, both could be possible. But what could I do, its already done. What I have now is this bullshit. I had regrets of letting her go during that night. But I think it was meant to happen. Its just that I wasted many chances to make my self fulfilled.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It makes me sick. All of those chances were flashing back every now and then, making me crazy and almost cry for it. I knew I had one last chance to hug and kiss her. But I don't know what happened, I let that chance flew away. Now it bothers me a lot. What if that would be the last, and their would be no more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;The day of parting came. A weird day for me. I wished that day that I would have more time with her. And it came true. Our flight was delayed because of an aircraft problem. So instead of sitting, waiting for the time of the flight, we went out of the airport to have a walk. We called it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"last minute gala"&lt;/span&gt;. Everything was fine at first. Then this guy she used to date before was asking something from her. A souvenir maybe. So she left again. She was planning to meet him again for the last time. Then time was too fast. It was 3 in the afternoon, and I decided to go back to the airport hoping that the airplane would come sooner. Unfortunately, it didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, this is the hurting part. After an hour of travel soaring the night&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;sky, at last we were in Manila. Someone was waiting for her outside the arrival. I let her go first because I don't want to see them meet each other. I know it would be too painful for me. Now I put my attention on how to get home as soon as possible because it was getting late. My sight was caught by them from a distance. I can’t help myself not to look to them. Now I'm upset. There's nothing I could do but ignore everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;We were getting closer to our taxi. One last turn and were on. Coincidently, the moment I turned my head to look for our taxi, I saw them once again. I saw her hand reached his head telling him to kiss her. And that's it. They kissed each other. WHAT THE FUCK! What's wrong with you! Do you have any respect for me as your ex boyfriend? Didn't I tell you that I am still here? Are you insane or what?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After everything I've done for you, you'll pay me with that?! FUCK! That made me so angry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Her mother was asking me if she already left. I almost couldn’t make a text message because I was shaking because of anger. I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I'm in a public place. I felt my lips were zipped. I couldn't say any word. My heart was beating too fast, and I could feel that my heart was crying. What a depressing sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;I let her know what I felt, because that was very hurtful to me. I couldn't hide it. I want her to know that I'm not happy from what I saw. It was like slapping my face from all directions. Stabbing my chest that reached my heart and tore it to small pieces. Burning my whole body without a flame but could turn me into ashes and vanish in the wind. Everything I've done for her was put into nothing because of that. As much as possible, I don't want to be mad at her, because she's still special to me. I know, I still love her, because if I wasn't, I won't be affected so badly. But now, I think I am getting use to it. Even though I still think of her,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I could still feel the pain inside. I don't know how long will it last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;I witnessed the most painful thing I'd imagined. Now its not an imagination anymore, its now reality. Not a good start for this year 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-1202366916679925304?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/1202366916679925304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=1202366916679925304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1202366916679925304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1202366916679925304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-blind.html' title='Still Blind'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/TScz5izpZ3I/AAAAAAAAALc/Q6pbEY6q6sA/s72-c/wallpaper-4737151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-7469628769677112630</id><published>2010-03-20T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:35:18.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Long As It Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S6V6druB-xI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qo_RO82gyIk/s1600-h/lovers-embrace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S6V6druB-xI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qo_RO82gyIk/s320/lovers-embrace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;by: Gin Blossoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;How can I find something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That two can take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without stumbling as we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk into our future's wake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm like a broken record&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you can play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repeating as if it matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything I want to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as it matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as you're here with me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget that time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's nothing we touch and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this is fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even as it crashes down on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's nothing that I could want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More than to tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no more than we've already got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as it matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as you're here with me now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget that our time is almost up I'll be all right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A song from Gin&amp;nbsp;Blossoms entitled as long as it matters. Matagal ko na rin napapakinggan ang song na toh. Pero ngayon ko lang na-appreciate&amp;nbsp;ang message ng kanta. Dati kasi pinakikinggan ko lang. Gusto ko lang ang melody niya. Pero ngayon nakarelate ako bigla sa gustong iparating ng song na toh. Kaya ko nilagay ito sa blog kasi hindi ko rin alam kung paano simulan ang susunod kong entry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mixed emotions na naman ata. Marahil kasi may namimiss na naman akong tao. Sabi nga sa song &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm like a broken record"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, diba? Paulit- ulit na ganito. Hindi naman ako nagsasawa, kaya lang nalulungkot ako sa tuwing nararamdaman ko ito. Lalo na pag walang magawa. At kakaunti lang rin ang oras para magpahinga sa nakakapagod na linggo na puro trabaho at aral na kung tutuusin nakakatamad na rin talaga. Sa sobrang sipag, nakakatamad. Ayun, parang ganun. Magulo pero subukan niyo maging masipag, ewan ko lang kung hindi kayo tamarin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nalulungkot talaga ako sa nararamdaman ko ngayon. Nagsusulat na naman ako sa blog para makabawas ng dinadala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sound trip&amp;nbsp;na lang tayo habang nagsusulat nito, at sa mga nagbabasa, sound trip din kayo. Para naman hindi masyadong tahimik ang paligid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ayun, di ko na alam ang susunod kong isusulat. Kinakain na ata ako hehehe. Parang ayaw na gumana ng utak ko mag-isip dahil nabarahan na naman. Wew, ang bigat. Hehe, idaan na lang sa tawa para kunwari wala lang, walang nangyayari. Kaya lang ang problema, gusto ko pa magsulat, wala lang akong maisip na paraan para naman maging creative tignan at basahin ang entry na toh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Siguro ganito na lang, kunwari may kausap na lang ako. Kausap ko ang blog ko na kunwari ay isang tao. Isang tao na nakikinig sa lahat ng sasabihin ko sa kaniya na hindi siya magrereklamo. Makikinig lang siya. Ilalabas ko liahat ng gusto ko ilabas para makapagpagaan sa kalooban ko.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Kaya lang, si blog ay blog lang. Kahit anong gawin kong pagkausap sa kaniya, hindi siya sasagot. Dahil ako rin ang gumawa sa kaniya. Ako rin ang may control sa kaniya. Wiw, sana, si blog ay tao na lang. Para masagot niya mga tanong ko sa sarili ko na hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa rin masagot sagot sa loob ng ilang taon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nababaliw na ako. Halata naman diba? hehe. Sa mga hindi nakakaintindi, sorry wala akong magagawa dun. Bahala kayo kung ano gusto niyo isipin. Sa mga nakakaintindi, salamat. hehe. Siguro dumaan na rin kayo sa ganito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hayun, siguro ipapaliwanag ko na lang ang painting na nasa bandang itaas na ginamit ko bilang illustration para sa blog entry na ito. Kung mapapansin niyo, may magkayakap na tao sa gitna. Kaya yan magkayakap yan dahil mga lovers sila. They love each other. Gawa sila sa lines dahil ganun na lang ang connection nila sa isat-isa. Kasing nipis na lang ng mga linya na bumubuo sa kanila ang koneksyon nila sa isa't-isa kahit mahal nila &amp;nbsp;ang bawat isa. Nagpapalit din ang kulay ng paligid nila dahil hindi lahat ng pagkakataon, masaya ang isa sa kanila at kung pareho sila ng nararamdaman. May puti ring linya na nakapaloob sa dalawa na parang naghihiwalay sa damdamin nila. Parang sinasabi na hanggang dun na lang sila sa sitwasyon na yun. Sa likod ng lalake, parang may alon na sasakop sa kaniya. Hindi niya napapansin yun dahil masaya siya nakikita niya sa harap niya. Hindi niya namamalayan na may dark part ng feelings niya na kumakain sa kaniya. Ayun, ayoko na ituloy. Kayo na bahala mag interpret ng painting. May kinalaman pa rin sa song ang painting. Hindi ko lang maituloy kasi ayoko na ituloy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a nice day everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;apple1samy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-7469628769677112630?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/7469628769677112630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=7469628769677112630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/7469628769677112630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/7469628769677112630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-long-as-it-matters.html' title='As Long As It Matters'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S6V6druB-xI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qo_RO82gyIk/s72-c/lovers-embrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-1496242227319781115</id><published>2010-03-16T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:40:55.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish, I wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S5-F3rFUG4I/AAAAAAAAALA/YXeKE-gGskI/s1600-h/night+sky+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S5-F3rFUG4I/AAAAAAAAALA/YXeKE-gGskI/s320/night+sky+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wishes is all about looking forward to something, for something, for someone, or to someone that we hope would happen someday or in a certain time that we wish to. Its all about hoping. No matter how impossible it could be. As long as you believe, nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night, I wish to those shooting stars, that we could do this before you leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-1496242227319781115?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/1496242227319781115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=1496242227319781115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1496242227319781115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1496242227319781115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-i-wish.html' title='I wish, I wish.'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S5-F3rFUG4I/AAAAAAAAALA/YXeKE-gGskI/s72-c/night+sky+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-739483350022739417</id><published>2010-03-15T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:02:30.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought “expect the unexpected”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S55Lzg339UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6rQ86brEIbs/s1600-h/Love_by_azzriel666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S55Lzg339UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6rQ86brEIbs/s320/Love_by_azzriel666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;“Back in the corner, where I first you.” A line from the song “The Man who can’t be moved by The Script” made my day last March 6, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabi nga nila sa school na pinanggalingan ko nung high school, expect the unexpected. Pambansang food for thought namin yan simula nung pumasok ako sa high school. Palaging naka-sulat sa upper left corner ng board kasi requirement namin yun araw-araw. Para raw ma-inspire kami at madagdagan ang kaalaman sa aming utak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa totoo lang, wala akong paki-alam sa mga food for thought namin. Ginagawa ko lang yun dahil part ng grade. Bukod dun, wala sa kalooban ko gumawa ng mga yun. &amp;nbsp;In short, napipilitan lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero “expect the unexpected”, &amp;nbsp;March 6, 2010, napatunayan ko sa sarili ko na nage-exist nga ito sa mundo. Sa school kung saan ko unang nabasa ang mga katagang ito, doon ko rin napatunayan at naranasan kung ano ba talaga ang ibig sabihin nito. Paano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kasi ganito, almost three years ago, I fell&amp;nbsp;in-love&amp;nbsp;with my first girlfriend. Oo, na’in-love ako. Hindi simpleng love yun. Deep inside, I can still feel the same feelings for her despite of the years that we don’t have commitment at all. But we are good friends, and that matters most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost one year I’ve tried to forget everything about us. Kasi hindi ko talaga matanggap na nag break kami for unknown reason. I wont describe it anymore kasi unfair naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, another year came, and this time, I realized that I’m just fooling myself. Pinipilit kong paniwalain ang sarili ko na wala na talaga. Na-realized ko na lang, niloko ko lang pala ang sarili ko sa pagkahaba-haba ng panahon. Then I&amp;nbsp;found&amp;nbsp;myself going back to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Clueless ako kung bakit at paano. Basta ang alam ko lang, masaya ako kapag nakikita ko siya at nakakasama. She is like my smile. A different kind of smile na sa kaniya ko lang naranasan at nagawa. Hindi ko alam kung hopeless ako sa kaniya, but right now, I don’t care. &amp;nbsp;As long as I’m happy, I’m going to stick with it. (but of course with safety measures din naman hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayon, grand alumni daw ng school ko nung high school. So I went there to celebrate with my&amp;nbsp;batch mates. Thankful ako dahil akala ko hindi ako makakapunta for some reason. Syempre kasama na rin dun na makita ko ang “pare ko” uli dahil miss na miss ko na siya. Dapat talaga akong magpasalamat ng sobra dahil I did not expect that an unexpected thing will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Parang nagkaroon ng time machine na automatic na nagstart kahit hindi ko pinaandar. Actually satisfied na ako nung nakita ko siya. Nung una nga ayaw niya magpakita sakin eh. Pero di niya alam, nakita ko siya sa malayo. Alam kong siya yun, kahit malabo ang paningin ko. Lumapit ako pero hindi ako nagpahalata na malapit na pala ako sa kaniya. Kunwari pumasok ako sa sentro ng kalinangan para tignan yung painting ko na replica ng ibibigay ko sana sa kaniya dati. Mula roon, pinagmasdan ko lang siya. Hanggang sa pumasok na siya ng room niya. Masaya na ako run. Kahit ganun lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero hindi pa pala yun ang main event sa pagtravel ko sa past. We both felt the same feelings. Hindi ko alam kung paano pero ramdam ko na parang high school ako uli at kami uli nung mga panahon na yun. Kakaibang excitement yung naramdaman ko nung sinabi niya sakin na, “parang na’in-love ako uli sayo”. Parang nagkaroon ng steam sa katawan ko&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; height: auto !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 98%; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hindi ko maipaliwanag, basta ang alam ko buhay pa rin ang love ko para sa kaniya, pero hindi ko inasahan sa gabing yun, mabubuhay muli ang love niya para sa akin&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; height: auto !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 98%; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh diba anong say mo? haha rak lang pare ko! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, I just want to see her with her retainers kasi nagpagawa siya. Thats it. Bukod dun wala na. Tapos hindi ko rin napansin nung andun na ako sa venue. Siya lang talaga ang halos tumatakbo sa isip ko. Gusto ko sana mag-enjoy with every part of the program. Pero nangibabaw pa rin siya sa akin. Na mas nag enjoy ako kesa dun sa&amp;nbsp;enjoyment&amp;nbsp;na hinahanap ko. Unexpected indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Unti-unti nang nawawala ang liwanag sa paligid. Nagpapalit na ang araw sa gabi. Nagsisimula na lumitaw ang mga stars sa langit. Ibig sabihin gabi na. Napapalapit na ang uwian. Nalungkot na ako nung nalaman ko na umuwi na pala siya. Dinalahan ko pa man din siya ng sopas at pansit kasi hindi pa siya kumakain. Parang nawalan na ako ng gana. &amp;nbsp;Pero ayoko pa rin umuwi. Wala rin kasi akong gagawin sa bahay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Maya-maya nagtext na siya. Kukunin na niya yung hinihiram niya sa akin. Hindi ko siya mapuntahan kasi hindi ko alam kung nasaan siya at na sa labas pa ako ng school dahil naghanap ako ng mapapaloadan para matext siya. Hanggang sa nainis na lang siya kasi hindi ako nagrereply. Nung natanggap ko yung load, tinext ko agad siya kung na saan siya. Tumatanggi na siya. Hindi ko alam kung ano naramdaman ko. Basta ang alam ko dumiretso ako sa room nila para ibigay yung kelangan niya kahit na hindi ko alam kung andun nga ba talaga siya. At yun, sinalubong niya ako ng ngiti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; height: auto !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 98%; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nanlambot ako bigla. Natuwa ako na nakangiti siya sa akin. Tumawa na lang ako pero deep inside, gusto ko na siya yakapin muli. Pakiramdam ko, lalo ako nainlove sa kaniya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nagkasama kami uli. Naglalakad lakad sa dating school na araw-araw kaming magkasama at nagkikita. Bumalik talaga ang panahon nang hindi ko hinihiling. Alam ko sa sarili ko na maaaring hanggang doon lang yung feelings na yun sa araw ding yun. Pero isa sa mga paniniwala ko, “enjoy little things” na mula sa Zombieland, na kung tutuusin ay tama rin naman. “Little details are important than bigger details, it makes the big picture more detailed” , sabi sa Sherlock Holmes. Tama rin diba? Kahit na kaunting kaunti lang ang pagkakataon na nagkakasama kami, may nabubuo muli sa akin. Simple lang pero malaki ang nagagawa nito sa akin. At kung ano yun, secret ko na lang. XD hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Minsan talaga, hindi mo rin alam ang mga mangyayari. Madalas, sa mga pagkakataon na hindi mo inaasahan, magiging masaya ka dahil naramdaman mong may taong muling nagparamdam sayo na mahal ka niya na matagal mong hinanap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Expect the unexpected, yan ang food for thought natin for this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;-littleaBi&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; height: auto !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 98%; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-739483350022739417?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/739483350022739417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=739483350022739417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/739483350022739417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/739483350022739417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-for-thought-expect-unexpected.html' title='Food for Thought “expect the unexpected”'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S55Lzg339UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6rQ86brEIbs/s72-c/Love_by_azzriel666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-3061813192287464032</id><published>2010-02-25T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T06:44:54.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S4aKZOiAc3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/OmM-SZRKjNg/s1600-h/drug_by_loveiisparanoid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S4aKZOiAc3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/OmM-SZRKjNg/s320/drug_by_loveiisparanoid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Tulad ng dati, balik na naman sa ganitong gawi. Mahirap talaga pigilan pag minsan ka nang nasanay sa isang bagay. Hahanap-hanapin mo talaga kung ano ang kakaibang pakiramdam na binibigay nito sa katawan mo at sa pagkatao. Ibang pagka-high ang nagiging resulta sa tuwing nakukuha mo ito at napapasayo. Para kang nabubudburan ng “happy pills” – kung mayron man na ganyang pills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Sabi ko na nga ba eh. Kung ano ang nakakatanggal at nakapagpapagaling ng sakit ko sa tuwing may sumpong ako, kahit gaano pa katagal na hindi ko naiinom ang gamot na yun, at kahit matagal na yung pagkakataon na hindi ko na uli nakita yung gamot na yun, isang parte lang mula sa kanya, &amp;nbsp;solve na ako. Nawawala ang sakit ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Minsan nga kahit titigan ko lang yung picture ng gamot, malaking tulong na. Pero mas matindi ang tama kung nakikita ko ng personal at na sa harap ko mismo yung gamot. Lalo pa at siya ay na sa mga kamay ko. Lalong tumitindi ang tama. Parang ligtas na ako sa lahat ng pagkakataon na hawak hawak ko siya. Nabibigyan niya ako ng lakas na higit pa sa kailangan ko. Nabibigyan niya ako ng kaligayahan na hindi makikita sa ibang gamot. Ang epekto niya ay walang katulad at wala ding makakapantay sa kaniya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Sabihin man nila o tawagin nila akong adik, wala akong pakialam. Hindi naman nila nararamdaman kung ano nilalabanan kong sakit. Hindi nila alam kung ano ang kailangan ng aking pagkatao at katawan. Hindi ko talaga ipagpapalit ang gamot na toh kahit may lumabas pang mga bago. Kahit na ang totoo, mas mahal ko pa sa sarili ko ang gamot ko, dahil not for sale ito at mahirap hanapin at makuha. Siya’y walang kapalit na halaga, at dapat mabusisi ang pagkalinga’t pag-aaruga sa kaniya. Para manatili siyang buhay sa akin kahit kami ay magkalayo na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-3061813192287464032?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/3061813192287464032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=3061813192287464032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3061813192287464032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3061813192287464032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/02/hidden-drugs.html' title='Hidden Drugs'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S4aKZOiAc3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/OmM-SZRKjNg/s72-c/drug_by_loveiisparanoid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-7187067965630220503</id><published>2010-02-21T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T06:23:53.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S4FBxnNSIsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l-qjGnyWxqU/s1600-h/715f36db26601c7f485561c67b64e2a8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S4FBxnNSIsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l-qjGnyWxqU/s320/715f36db26601c7f485561c67b64e2a8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;After a long vacation from out-of-town, I started to act like I am not myself anymore. Something is strange inside of me. I don’t understand myself. Its like, I don’t want to move. I don’t want to do my projects. I don’t want to make things. To cut the story short, I left myself somewhere. I don’t know why and I don’t know how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It affects my attitude towards work, studies, concepts, and the whole me. I can’t feel my spirit flowing all over my body. Its like I am always left behind. I’m a dead man alright. My mind does not work properly. I can’t analyze things which isn’t the usual thing. I’ve been like this for a about a week already. And it is not good. Exams for two subjects this week will be scheduled. I can’t focus and I can’t take the exams in this state. I need to find myself. I need someone who can cheer me up. I really need you whoever you are. Please come as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-7187067965630220503?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/7187067965630220503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=7187067965630220503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/7187067965630220503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/7187067965630220503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost_21.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S4FBxnNSIsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/l-qjGnyWxqU/s72-c/715f36db26601c7f485561c67b64e2a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-5379167151827781714</id><published>2010-02-06T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:17:40.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw You and Hugged Me, but........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S25agjxf2iI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GD-LSVzKLa0/s1600-h/5448eb5788a8a9d57bd539d8d367478d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S25agjxf2iI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GD-LSVzKLa0/s400/5448eb5788a8a9d57bd539d8d367478d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglalakad ako kagabi sa kalsada. Syempre madilim, gabi eh. Naghahanap ako ng stars kaya lang wala akong makita. Buti na lang naaaliw ako sa mga ilaw ng poste. Parang naiiwan yung ilaw sa paningin ko. Ang sarap paglaruan sa paningin. Nakakatuwa lang mag-imagine ng kung anu-ano habang ginagawa yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa di kalayuan, may nakita akong kakaiba. Hindi ko pa masyadong maaninag kasi malabo ang aking mga mata. Hindi ko alam kung bakit sa dami ng tao sa lugar na yun, yun talaga yung kakaiba na yun yung napansin ko. Kakaiba kasi yun sa lahat. .Parang may kinalaman kasi siya sa akin. Parang ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papalapit na ako ng papalapit sa kakaiba na yun. Medyo lumilinaw na ang pagkakakilanlan niya. Parang kilala ko nga siya. Yung lakad na yun, yung kilos na yun, kilalang kilala ko talaga. Nilapitan ko siya, tapos tinignang mabuti. Kainis, natakpan ng sasakyan. Sinundan ko pa rin ng tingin hanggang sa makita ko talaga kung sino siya. Nakakadismaya, nung nakita ko siya, katulad lang pala niya kumilos. Hindi pala yung tao na gusto ko makita yung nakita ko. Akala ko siya na. Hindi pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon, naglakad-lakad ako uli para lang malibang. Grabe kasi ka-boring ng buhay. Tinatamad akong kumilos at gumawa ng kung anu-ano. Tapos may nakita na naman ako. Ito talaga parang ito na yung gusto ko makita. Mas makatotohana toh dun sa na-una. Siyempre lumapit uli ako ng lumapit para makita ko talaga ng malapitan. Medyo malayo pa distansya niya sakin. Pero parang siya na nga ata yung tao na hinahanap ko. Babatiin ko na sana. Tapos biglang tumingin sa akin, sakto dun pa sa may ilaw natapat. Haaaaay. Iba pala. Kasing tangkad lang pala at hugis ng katawan pag nakatalikod. Mali na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napa-upo ako saglit. Para lang magpahinga na rin kahit kaunti. Hindi pa naman ako pagod talaga eh. Tumingala uli ako sa langit. Madilim talaga, walang mga stars na nagpapakita. Nagtatago silang lahat sa ulap. Tapos masilaw din dahil sa ilaw ng mga gusali at sasakyan. Napabugtong hininga lang ako at tumayo para maglakad-lakad uli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa ako nakakalayo, nagulat ako nung may naramdaman akong gumapos sa baywang ko! Unang pumasok sa isip ko mandurukot. Pero masyadong mataas yung mga kamay niya. Yung bulsa ko na sa bandang ibaba ng baywang hindi sa bandang tiyan. Tapos kakaiba yung naramdaman ko habang nakagapos yung mga kamay nung kung sino man yun. Parang pamilyar yung pakiramdam. Tinignan kong mabuti yung mga kamay, nakayakap pala sa akin. At parang ayaw akong bitawan. Sa gulat na rin, hindi talaga mawala sa pakiramdam ko na alam ko kung kanino ko nararamdaman yung pakiramdam na yun. Tapos may binanggit akong pangalan. Sinubukan ko kung sasagot siya. Pero hindi umimik. Tinanong ko kung siya ba yung tao na na sa isip ko. Hindi pa rin siya nagsalita. Kahit anong lingon ko sa likod, hindi ko talaga siya makita. Sa kagustuhan ko nang malaman kung sino siya, pinilit kong alisin yung mga kamay niya sa akin at humarap ako sa kaniya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Kinilabutan ako! Kilala ko yung tao na yun! Pero bakit wala siyang mukha!? Tapos nagsalita siya bigla. Binanggit niya pangalan ko. Siya nga yun! Boses niya yun! Hindi ako pwedeng magkamali. Siya nga yung taong gusto kong makita. Tapos biglang dumilim ang paligid. Naramdaman kong naninigas yung mga paa ako. Hanggang sa buong katawan ko na yung nanigas. Nakaramdam ako ng takot. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Basta alam ko lang natatakot ako. Pinipilit kong gumalaw, pero hindi ko magawa. Sinubukan kong magsalita, pero hirap na hirap akong bumigkas ng salita. Sumisigaw na ako pero hanging lang lumalabas sa bibig ko. Tapos may naramdaman akong humila sa akin sa ulo. Hindi ko alam kung sino yun. Tapos namalayan ko na lang, nakahiga pala ako sa kama ko. Natutulog at nananaginip. (T.T) Haaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narealize ko na lang, namimiss ko na yung tao na gusto kong makita. Akala ko nakita ko siya uli sa totoong buhay. Yun pala sa panaginip ko lang siya nasalubong. Hindi ko tuloy maintindihan kung bangungot ba yun oh normal na panaginip lang. Aminado ako na masaya akong naramdaman uli yung yakap na yun. Na matagal ko ring hindi naramdaman at hinahanap. Siya lang ata ang makapagbibigay sa akin ng ganung klaseng pakiramdam. Pero bakit ako natakot? Bakit ako nakaramdam ng takot nung nawala siya sa paningin ko? Nung dumilim ang paligid? Bakit ganun? Bangungot ba talaga yun? oh panaginip lang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-5379167151827781714?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/5379167151827781714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=5379167151827781714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/5379167151827781714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/5379167151827781714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-saw-you-and-hugged-me-but.html' title='I Saw You and Hugged Me, but........'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S25agjxf2iI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GD-LSVzKLa0/s72-c/5448eb5788a8a9d57bd539d8d367478d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-3512414909732539769</id><published>2010-02-05T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:26:56.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant Night of February 4, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2v-dZYIicI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I10U1tgffko/s1600-h/stary+stary+night+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2v-dZYIicI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I10U1tgffko/s400/stary+stary+night+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This scene was last night while waiting for the electricity. Because of boredom, I decided to take a walk for while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking, I realized that sometimes, its nice to live in darkness. Its so peaceful; free from noise, free from technology, free from stress, free from worries. Its so relaxing to the mind because of silence. All I can here were insects and my twin brothers' voices teasing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked up, and I was amazed. "WooowooW! Cool! The sky was so brilliant! The stars were twinkling &amp;nbsp;as if they were talking to each other and tempting me to stare at them. And they won. I stared them again and again. And because of their beauty, I climbed the roof just to see them clearly. I got inspired in watching, then different ideas for artwork and music came consistently. But when I sat on the roof, I heard my brothers shouting "Yehey! May ilaw na!" Damn!, I was about to enjoy the moment. (Kainis, wrong timing. Andun na ako eh, moment ko na eh. Hindi man lang ako pinatagal ng isang minuto sa bubong. Hehehe ^.^) Anyway, its useless to stay on the roof. Lights form houses were so bright, it got me blind to see the stars clearly. So I went down and drew the illustration above to remember the brilliant night of February 4, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-3512414909732539769?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/3512414909732539769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=3512414909732539769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3512414909732539769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3512414909732539769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/02/brilliant-night-of-february-4-2010.html' title='Brilliant Night of February 4, 2010'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2v-dZYIicI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I10U1tgffko/s72-c/stary+stary+night+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4222930882117253352</id><published>2010-02-03T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:58:04.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o6Rp3QvkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_KakTqesd3w/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o6Rp3QvkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_KakTqesd3w/s400/100_0101.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Color of shadows"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o7lCdHCTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6GPK7gFy8a4/s1600-h/100_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o7lCdHCTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6GPK7gFy8a4/s400/100_0095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Figment of Lines"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o8Mj8kiII/AAAAAAAAAJw/UQ-jLU-hXe8/s1600-h/100_0096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o8Mj8kiII/AAAAAAAAAJw/UQ-jLU-hXe8/s400/100_0096.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Gradient"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o9QyCPdVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V2J8lWtWyEo/s1600-h/100_0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o9QyCPdVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V2J8lWtWyEo/s400/100_0102.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Destination"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o-mnXqWPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-6xjDzo_ke0/s1600-h/100_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o-mnXqWPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-6xjDzo_ke0/s400/100_0111.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I know you're somewhere out there"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o_Ac-OUbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_zN_X39v-pc/s1600-h/100_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o_Ac-OUbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_zN_X39v-pc/s400/100_0115.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'll just sit and wait you here"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(These are my shots last February 2, 2010. )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4222930882117253352?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4222930882117253352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4222930882117253352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4222930882117253352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4222930882117253352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/02/snapshots.html' title='Snapshots'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2o6Rp3QvkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_KakTqesd3w/s72-c/100_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4810407739974390214</id><published>2010-01-31T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:24:18.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always do something UNEXPECTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2U8qhxxGMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qPvlhK6ZLA4/s1600-h/wala+lang2+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2U8qhxxGMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qPvlhK6ZLA4/s400/wala+lang2+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About the illustration, it is a combination of 2D drawing and real objects morphed together to form this kind of image. It took me 3 1/2 hours in making the whole thing. Its my first time to do this. Not bad for a first timer. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just explored the&amp;nbsp;possibility&amp;nbsp;of doing this. And it worked well. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4810407739974390214?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4810407739974390214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4810407739974390214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4810407739974390214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4810407739974390214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/always-do-something-unexpected.html' title='Always do something UNEXPECTED'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2U8qhxxGMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qPvlhK6ZLA4/s72-c/wala+lang2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-5991001686858307794</id><published>2010-01-29T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:40:10.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle of Life in Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2MbJKxSdqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3kMRLlgi5dY/s1600-h/face+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2MbJKxSdqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3kMRLlgi5dY/s400/face+copy.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"People just come and go." ---&amp;gt; madalas ko marinig yan sa mga kanta. Mapaluma man o bago, hindi pa rin nawawala sa mga lyrics. Nung una, sabi ko sa sarili ko, parang normal naman talaga na may darating at aalis, naalala ko kasi yung lesson namin sa physics dati about properties of matter, sabi ng prof namin,&lt;b&gt; "In every interaction of different molecules of different states of matter, there will always be changes in positions of molecules. There will be replacement of positions. Some will be gone but will be replaced soon." &lt;/b&gt;Tama diba? May aalis, pero may papalit. Example pa nga ng prof namin para mas madali maintindihan, sabi niya, halimbawa yung room namin ay isang baso. Kami ang water molecules, yung pinto ng room yung opening ng baso. 20 kami lahat sa loob, tapos nag-evaporate ang tubig, nabawasan ng dalawang tao ang room, so 18 na lang kami sa loob. Yung dalawang umalis, mga saling pusa lang sa subject. Tapos maya-maya may dumating na dalawa, na official students sa subject na physics, nakompleto na uli yung 20 na tao sa loob ng room. Parang ang nangyari, water cycle. Nag-evaporate, tapos nag-condense, at nag-precipitate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naka-relate lang ako sa isang story ng kakilala ko. &amp;nbsp;Hawig ang story niya sa water cycle. Parang siya yung tubig sa baso, tapos may dumating sa buhay niya na dumagdag sa pagiging tubig niya. Tapos nag-evaporate. Syempre nabawasan siya. Tapos may nag-condense na friendship, at pagkatapos nun, may nag-precipitate ng comfort sa kaniya, tapos dahil sa heat, wala siyang magagawa at hindi niya mapipigilan na mag-eevaporate din yung naging part ng sarili niya sa pagiging tubig. Hihiwalay din yung molecule na yun na minsa'y nagpangiti sa kaniya at nagpasaya at sinamahan siya sa mga pagkakataon na may nagtangkang inumin siya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parang ganun diba? May cycle ang lahat. Pero ang nakakainis lang, hindi na ba mapipigilan yung cycle na yun? Bukod sa fact na magiging imbalance ang lahat pag walang cycle, pero bakit minsan, parang okay na eh, tapos bigla na lang masisira o may mawawala. Dahil ba may papalit agad? Ganun ba yun? Eh pano kung yung baso nilagyan ng cover? Paano mag-eevaporate yun? Paano magco-condense yun? At paano magpe-precipitate yun? Stagnant na lang siya. Wala nang nabago. Maliban na lang kung may magtatanggal ng takip sa baso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero ang tanong, sa water cycle ba, yung mga molecules na nag evaporate, pag bumalik sila sa water state, sa iyo pa rin ba ang bagsak ng patak nila?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-5991001686858307794?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/5991001686858307794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=5991001686858307794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/5991001686858307794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/5991001686858307794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/cycle-of-life-in-water.html' title='Cycle of Life in Water'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2MbJKxSdqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3kMRLlgi5dY/s72-c/face+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-465326946063208364</id><published>2010-01-28T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:42:59.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Call to Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2GMzqYCgMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/M8meAqdy9Nw/s1600-h/is_ud_cover1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2GMzqYCgMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/M8meAqdy9Nw/s1600-h/is_ud_cover1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2GMzqYCgMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/M8meAqdy9Nw/s1600-h/is_ud_cover1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2GMzqYCgMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/M8meAqdy9Nw/s1600-h/is_ud_cover1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2GMzqYCgMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/M8meAqdy9Nw/s400/is_ud_cover1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no point to keep your head face down, when all we see and know and feel is temporary. Spread your arms and keep your held high, good things are better taken in the less you notice."&lt;br /&gt;Lines from the song A Call to Arms by Urbandub form their latest album The Apparition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of the song is my favorite. Why? Its because what is said here is true and is really happening. In life, there will always be trouble. It will always be there. Its a natural thing in us to experience problems. Problems that may bring us down for a long time, or situations that may bring us mad and out of our mind. Sometimes those who can not take it anymore commits suicide to end their sufferings. But ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"there's no point to keep your head face down, when all we see and know and feel is temporary"&lt;/b&gt;, there will always be hope for us. no matter how long it take to approach us, it will definitely come. Today will be different from&amp;nbsp;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, there will always be people who will help us every time we need it. People that will comfort us when we need comfort. People that will make us smile when we are crying. People that will help us stand up when we are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Spread your arms and keep your head held high, good things are better taken in the less you notice";&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;definitely true, we just take for granted the good things that we have. We just don't notice that we already have them in our hands because our mind is poisoned by our own judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is the link of this song. Just follow it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruOBrIiBRnY"&gt;A Call to Arms by Urbandub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-465326946063208364?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/465326946063208364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=465326946063208364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/465326946063208364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/465326946063208364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/call-to-arms.html' title='A Call to Arms'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S2GMzqYCgMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/M8meAqdy9Nw/s72-c/is_ud_cover1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-5121468261437462152</id><published>2010-01-17T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T06:36:29.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahit ang mga Baliw ay may Sagot din na Nakaka-PRANING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S1MfxJ4dLiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MmeS8m2Z0kI/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S1Hn5rPMHyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E47R6bAkos4/s400/tumblr_kslreuzWvV1qa9h3ao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427374004003151650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga kagaya ko na hirap maka move on sa past. Ang tanong, hirap nga ba? Kasi minsan ok naman eh. Ang saya-saya ng atmosphere. Ganado sa lahat ng bagay. As in ok talaga. Parang nawala na yung dating nagmumulto sa iyo ng paulit-ulit. Na kahit sa panaginip sinusundan ka at hindi tinatantanan. Parang nakaka-praning lang isipin na bakit hindi ba matapos-tapos ang mga ganung bagay? Yung tipong, hindi mo na nga iniisip pero kusa naman lumalapit para magpaalala ng kung anu-ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabagay, multo nga eh. Nagpapakita sa mga pagkakataong hindi mo inaasahan. Tinatakot ka, na pinagkukunan nila ng lakas para lalo kang takutin at manatili silang nariyan sa tabi mo at para hindi sila mawala sa paningin mo. Parang lamok na paulit-ulit kang kakagatin para sipsipan ng dugo, at kung mamalasin, magkaroon ka pa ng dengue or malaria na siya namang pwedeng pumatay sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tagal na rin ng panahon, parang nakakasawa na rin yung ganito. Wala na bang bago? Nananahimik na lang nga ako dito eh. Pero para ka talagang hangin. Kahit saan ako pumunta, talagang hindi ka na mawawala. Siguro dahil na rin sa naging part ka na ng sarili ko dati, kaya ganito. Parang hindi ka na rin talaga aalis sa isip ko. Kasi nga andun ka na. Gumawa ka na ata ng bahay dun eh kaya feel at home ka na talaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman kita pinapaalis ng sapilitan noh, kasi alam ko naman na hindi na mangyayari yun kasi nga matagal ka ring naging part ng buhay ko. Ang sinasabi ko lang, sana i-timing mo rin kung kailan ok ang mood ko. Para madali ko lang i-ignore ang lahat ng mga ka-emohan sa mga bagay-bagay na may kinalaman sa iyo. Kasi ewan ko ba kung bakit ganun pa rin ako sa iyo. Aminado naman talaga ako dun. Iba ka pa rin talaga, ganun ka pa rin sa akin. Sabagay ikaw pa lang naman kasi talaga, hindi ka pa nasundan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustuhin ko man magkaroon ng kapalit mo, talagang hindi pa ata dumadating yung tao na  yun. Gaya mo, kusa kang dumating nung mga panahon na tumigil na ako sa paghahanap kasi wala naman akong napapala. Ginulat mo na lang ako isang araw, nariyan ka na pala. At ibang-iba talaga pag kusang dumating sa buhay mo. Kasi natural ang lahat. Hindi ka pinilit at hindi ka namilit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang talaga, naging patas lang tayo sa isa't-isa dati. Sana hindi ako nasasaktan ng ganito ngayon. Kasi ang sakit sa kalooban na iniwan ka ng taong mo mahal mo dun sa point na mahal na mahal mo siya, na clueless ka kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga pagkukulang, oo, pareho tayong meron. Pero sana kung naiintindihan mo lang ang sitwasyon natin noon, sana hindi ganito kahirap para sa akin ngayon. Kung ikaw kaya ako, nung mga panahon na tayo ay magkasama, at ikaw ang na sa sitwasyon ko ngayon, kakayanin mo rin kaya? Malamang oo, pero kagaya rin ba kita na masaya ngayon? Siguro hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nagpapasalamat ako sa iyo. Kasi ipinaramdam mo na kumpleto ang pagkatao ko pag kasama kita. Ipinaramdam mo sa akin na special ako at iba sa lahat. Inalagaan mo ako sa abot ng makakaya mo sa kabila ng lahat. Alam ko naman nung mga panahon na yun, ginagawa mo na lahat, kahit hindi halata. Alam ko, alam mo na yun. At alam ko na alam mong ibig kong sabihin. Namimiss ko lang ang dati nung magkasama pa tayong dalawa. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nung wala pa ang boyfriend mo.&lt;/span&gt; (T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare (pet name ng mag-best friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(letter ni guy best friend para kay girl best friend after magkaroon ng boyfriend si girl best friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S1H4N826ogI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eUmgKKUixNk/s1600-h/21069_228453801938_106259116938_3305808_2982633_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S1H4N826ogI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eUmgKKUixNk/s400/21069_228453801938_106259116938_3305808_2982633_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427391944516608514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (yan ang madalas nangyayari sa mga mag-best friend, may nahuhulog ang loob para dun sa isa, itinatago ang feelings for the sake of their friendship kasi ayaw masira ang pinagsamahan. But the worst part is, they both hurt themselves and most of the time, they end up loosing each other. Ouch! Sad, but true.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-6259844365459847548?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/6259844365459847548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=6259844365459847548' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6259844365459847548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6259844365459847548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter-to-my-best-friend.html' title='Letter to my best friend'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S1Hn5rPMHyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E47R6bAkos4/s72-c/tumblr_kslreuzWvV1qa9h3ao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4230987350753058591</id><published>2010-01-10T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:04:28.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Beyond What You SEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0qgHI1II-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tcPYNtnNbr4/s1600-h/8116_103753556303955_100000079336016_105041_1274695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0qgHI1II-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tcPYNtnNbr4/s400/8116_103753556303955_100000079336016_105041_1274695_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425324745611027426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this photo is taken from Palawan Photo Blogs-a group in Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration comes from everywhere. Its a thing that we just feel anytime and anywhere. Sometimes it surprises us and dictates our actions to do something unusual and unexpected. Like a robot, being controlled by a remote control, intense emotions have its own power to overrule the mind, feelings, and actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I browse some blogs, I found a photo from a group in Facebook in which I am a member, a photo of a young lady watching the sunset under a tree in the middle of the sea. This photo is so amazing! The fact that I really love sunset. For me, its one of the sources of my inspiration. The number one source I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I watch a sunset, or even just looking at photos of it, there are stories that just create a new dimension in my mind. I see new perspectives, and new ideas, as if I am searching for them, they just come and gives me an extraordinary kind of strength. Strength that I don't know where I'll use for. Its within me, and it keeps me alive. And all I know is, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I should make things, I should add something to this world&lt;/span&gt;. But its not only me, it should be we. It is we whom will make our world better. Better than we imagined before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4230987350753058591?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4230987350753058591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4230987350753058591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4230987350753058591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4230987350753058591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-beyond-what-you-see.html' title='Look Beyond What You SEE'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0qgHI1II-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tcPYNtnNbr4/s72-c/8116_103753556303955_100000079336016_105041_1274695_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-462103987828916998</id><published>2010-01-10T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:12:55.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratatouille 'Only the Fearless Can Be Great'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0oYfCgrzwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/z2qzdHEnGww/s1600-h/ratatouille-trailer-title-still-02-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0oYfCgrzwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/z2qzdHEnGww/s400/ratatouille-trailer-title-still-02-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425175622650154754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since the last time I was impressed in a movie. As far as I remember, that was 7 months ago. That was the trilogy of The Lord of the Rings.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, another movie inspired me. This time, it was "Ratatouille". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Thursday afternoon, I heard my twin brothers were laughing. I got curious about what they're doing. So checked them out. I saw them watching a movie. At first, I ignored it. I'm not interested at all. Then I saw my sister, she was paying attention to the film. For the second time, I took a look again. It was not bad. The illustrations were funny, and a kind of catchy. Then I was hooked up when the main character did something unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was cooking. Yep, that's right. The main character was cooking. How it became unusual? Well, he was a rat putting some spices in a soup. Not only an ordinary soup but he managed to make the best one. Cute isn't it? But gross. In real life, we treated rats as pests, but in the movie, he was hero. He saved the new garbage boy who was recently hired by the chef from being fired because of his clumsiness. Then, they worked together to stay in the kitchen as a new cook. The rat was controlling the human like a puppet to do cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy, but I like the story and the ideals they portrayed. Its equality that matters. No discrimination as much as possible. Anyone could be a hero, anyone could be a great man, anyone could be a noble one. Only if we had given a chance to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, we are not equal, but we are trying to be equal. Limits are set for us. Power, wealth, freedom, they all have limits. But its not too late. For those who dare, they might get what they deserve. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Only the fearless can be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-462103987828916998?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/462103987828916998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=462103987828916998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/462103987828916998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/462103987828916998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/ratatouille-only-fearless-can-be-great.html' title='Ratatouille &apos;Only the Fearless Can Be Great&apos;'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0oYfCgrzwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/z2qzdHEnGww/s72-c/ratatouille-trailer-title-still-02-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-3984401602434041210</id><published>2010-01-07T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:46:15.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-68e17c838593e374" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D68e17c838593e374%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331182312%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3889419761EF563B0D4AD271AA310656049A5574.4DAF33929091DF22C3AE91E552B7FB4DB5AB364C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D68e17c838593e374%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn1KJ8oqvfSeZiwTH615Vs_8ccig&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D68e17c838593e374%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331182312%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3889419761EF563B0D4AD271AA310656049A5574.4DAF33929091DF22C3AE91E552B7FB4DB5AB364C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D68e17c838593e374%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn1KJ8oqvfSeZiwTH615Vs_8ccig&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes music cures the sadness of a person. It has its magical powers that goes inside the ears and flows directly to the heart. It jams with every beat. We can't notice it. We will just feel it without knowing it, that it is already inside of us, making our soul to sing, making our body to jive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, you wouldn't notice it neither. Tapping, you'll just do it without a reason. Singing, of course if you know the lyrics, then sing along with the melody, if not, my God do not dare, you will ruin everything. LOL. :) just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how magical it is? It has its own spirit. It has its own life. It has its own feelings. If you love music, music will also love you in return. Just relax, listen, feel the sensation, music is all around us. All you need to do is "listen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always remember, just keep ROCKIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-3984401602434041210?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/3984401602434041210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=3984401602434041210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3984401602434041210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3984401602434041210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/spirit-of-music.html' title='Spirit of Music'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-5114741985232069516</id><published>2010-01-06T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:28:47.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0S5OcX1mOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FOcZ8PIVb3k/s1600-h/Mad_World_by_himura_chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0S5OcX1mOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FOcZ8PIVb3k/s400/Mad_World_by_himura_chan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423663509046401250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that I want to escape from reality. Reality in which emotions can't be controlled. Anything might happen anytime. Its unpredictable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go in a place where I can do whatever I wanted to do. Where I am free to think. Where I can see no horizons dividing the limitless. Where I can fly over the clouds and play with angels. Where I can see the light coming from above. Where I can sit on a corner and watch the sky change its face. Where I can paint pictures of life. Where I can capture memories that are being left behind. Where I can find treasures that are so precious. Where I can walk along the beach with someone beside me. Where I can hear a melody of a singing heart. Where I can feel the warmth of an embrace. Where I can taste the sweetness of care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, I am in REALITY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-5114741985232069516?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/5114741985232069516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=5114741985232069516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/5114741985232069516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/5114741985232069516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0S5OcX1mOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FOcZ8PIVb3k/s72-c/Mad_World_by_himura_chan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-3621779077695818567</id><published>2010-01-06T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:18:43.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0Sa80FRFoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/whA9PoOzoOk/s1600-h/_mad_world__by_rache_engel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0Sa80FRFoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/whA9PoOzoOk/s400/_mad_world__by_rache_engel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423630220824483458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan may mga bagay na mahirap intindihin. Minsan nakaka-asar tanggapin ang katotohanan na talagang pinaglalaruan lang tayo ng pagkakataon. Minsan kung kailan masaya ka na, may manggugulo pa. Kung kailan tahimik na ang isip mo dun pa may papasok at sisirain ang lahat. Ano ba talaga? Badtrip ah. Bagong taon na, ang ganda na nga ng simula eh. Okay na okay na ako. Pero dahil lang sa isang tao na ayaw na ayaw ko na makita dahil naiirita ako sa kaniya kahit wala naman siyang ginagawa sa akin. Ewan ko ba. May mga ganun talaga. Kahit yung dati kong professor sa English subjects ko nagkwento. Meron talaga siyang tao na bwisit na bwisit siya kahit wala naman ginagawa sa kaniya yung tao. Yung tipong gigil na gigil ka at sarap na sarap kang hambalusin ng paunti-unti. Brutal ba? Ayos lang yun. Brutal din kasi yung nararamdaman ko pag nakikita ko siya eh. Pinapahirapan niya ako ng hindi niya alam. Nakakabanas lang talaga kung bakit sa dinami dami ng pwedeng makita, yung tao na yun pa ang bubungad sa akin. Pwede naman yung nagtitinda ng yosi, yung naglalako ng balut. Pero bakit siya pa? Kairita! Ito pa ang nakakatawa. Hindi ko naman siya kilala hahaha! Praning ba? Yaan niyo na lang ako, hindi ko naman kayo inaano eh. Siya lang yung nang-aano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunwari deadma ako na nasalubong ko siya. Pero ang totoo kumukulo na dugo ko. Hay, bakit kaya ganun noh? Parang nananadya yung pagkakataon. Parang wala na bang iba diyan na pwedeng pagtripan at bakit ako pa? Sa dami ng tao sa Palawan at sa Pilipinas, isama mo na rin ang buong mundo, sa aking pa nataon yun. EEeeeeeeeeh! Kagigil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-3621779077695818567?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/3621779077695818567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=3621779077695818567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3621779077695818567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3621779077695818567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/praning.html' title='Praning!'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0Sa80FRFoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/whA9PoOzoOk/s72-c/_mad_world__by_rache_engel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-5724006352003937364</id><published>2010-01-05T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:49:54.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Meant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0NjZwzPQgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SpKJzoBIcWA/s1600-h/18434_1265680557038_1080480653_833968_3579874_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0NjZwzPQgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SpKJzoBIcWA/s400/18434_1265680557038_1080480653_833968_3579874_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423287670531899906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diba? Umamin na kasi. Kahit ako man gawain ko rin yan. Pero hindi masyado. Kasi alam na ng mga babae ang mga banat na ganiyan. Ipost ba naman sa internet, isama sa mga GM, pag-usapan palagi, ehdi kumalat na. Mga diskarteng pasimple lang at dinadaan pa sa joke kasi walang lakas ng loob para umamin. In short, torpe haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa lang sa tuwing nakakabasa ako ng mga ganito. Nakikita ko kasi ang sarili ko dati. Parang ganyan na ganyan ang mga banat ko sa mga babaeng crush ko. Ayon, awa ni bro, lahat palpak. Lahat dun na lang nagtapos. Hanggang crush na lang. Hindi man lang umabot sa point na beyond friendship na ang feelings para sa isa't-isa. Sabagay, hindi naman kami close nung mga naging crush ko. Hindi ko nga kilala yung iba eh. Kahiya kasi lumapit at magpapansin. Parang iisipin nila kulang na ako sa pansin. Pero ayos lang, kasi bata pa ako nun. Ngayon hindi ko na ginagawa yan, dahil malamang, alam na ng sasabihan ko na talagang crush ko siya kahit lagyan ko ng "JOKE" sa dulo. Gasgas na yan tol, iba na in ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko tuloy nung minsan na may kasama akong taong malapit sa akin. Matagal kaming hindi nagkita at nagkakwentuhan. So sa haba ng oras namin na wala na kaming ginawa kundi ang mag-kulitan habang nakaupo, nagjoke siya. Sabi niya, "huwag ka nang umuwi, dito ka na lang". Ui, aba ayos ah. Yun ang reaksyon ko pero sa isip ko lang. Hindi ko alam kung siseryusohin ko ba o sasakyan ko lang. Sagot ko na lang sa kaniya, "sige, gusto mo dito na ako tumira para lagi kitang kasama, pero 'joke' lang". Tumawa siya tapos sabi niya, lahat daw ng joke ay half meant. Half meant? Sa totoo lang, nagulat ako kasi totoo nga naman. Na hindi talaga joke yung sinabi ko, yung tipong sinadya ko talaga sabihin, nilagyan ko lang ng word na 'joke' para hindi niya seryusohin. Diba? Mga lalake diyan, huwag na kayong magmaang-maangan, alam ko gawain niyo rin ito, kaya umamin na kayo. Hahah!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tagal ng panahon na ginagawa ko yun, nakakahiya man aminin, pero bago ko lang nalaman yung term na half meant. Hehe Nakakatawa talaga dahil sapol na sapol ako sa sinabi sakin ng tao na yun. "Alam mo ba na lahat ng joke ay half meant?" Natulala nga ako eh. Hindi ko kasi inaasahan na madadali niya ako haha. Sira ang diskarte. Tapos palagi pa ako nakakabasa at nakakakita ng mga ganitong quote sa Facebook. Tinatawanan ko na lang, kasi masarap nga naman talagang tawanan ang mga kababawan ng tao. Haha! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-5724006352003937364?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/5724006352003937364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=5724006352003937364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/5724006352003937364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/5724006352003937364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/half-meant.html' title='Half Meant'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0NjZwzPQgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SpKJzoBIcWA/s72-c/18434_1265680557038_1080480653_833968_3579874_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-8073232223516706137</id><published>2010-01-04T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:28:50.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0IlNT_X9UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RtEe6QdR92I/s1600-h/Logbook_by_Nuru87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0IlNT_X9UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RtEe6QdR92I/s400/Logbook_by_Nuru87.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422937811942110530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logbook", pieces of papers used by security guards on duty. "Logbook", used by employers to record their time-in and out. "Logbook", it can be used by an ordinary people like us. But how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idea came in to my mind when a special friend of mine asked me to think a good title for a novel that tells a story of her life. There were lots of titles appeared on my thoughts. The first was, "pagninilay-nilay sa ilalim ng bituin" because I asked her what she does when she was thinking of the past. I found it poetic but it sounds awful and awkward to the personality of that person. Its also corny to use such titles like that. Ew!. And maybe she doesn't like it anyway. The second was "Larawan ni I_ _ _ _", larawan stands for a photograph followed by her nickname. I just want to tell that by looking at pictures, we reminisce the past. But like the first one, she did not like it. Until "logbook" struck into my brain. Why not use logbook as a title? That's a good a one, and catchy. I sent it to her immediately. Her first reaction was to ask me why logbook? Then, the idea came up, I explained that a logbook is being used to record all events from time to time. Every time that we need references, we look for the records in a logbook. It is the simplest tool for recording. In real life, most of the time, we usually stare at photographs taken from the past to remember what we have done during those times and what we were before. Some of us use to lay under the night sky and have stargazing all night while thinking of the times gone by. So logbook was a representation of looking to the past up to the recent event in our life, as long as there were pages in a logbook, the record will continue until all the pages ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logbook, who knew that this thing can be the simplest time machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam : Time-out : 1:11 am, January 5, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-8073232223516706137?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/8073232223516706137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=8073232223516706137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/8073232223516706137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/8073232223516706137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/logbook.html' title='Logbook'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0IlNT_X9UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RtEe6QdR92I/s72-c/Logbook_by_Nuru87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-6666587454513569839</id><published>2010-01-03T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:46:46.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobrang Cheesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0C4zWtwnbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YvHXKaXq1Oo/s1600-h/1_893327764l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0C4zWtwnbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YvHXKaXq1Oo/s400/1_893327764l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422537143764426162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napansin ko lang, parang usong uso ngayon ang mga corning linya sa iba't-ibang websites ngayon. Nakakatawa pero rock! Lalo na sa Definitely Filipinos (isang group sa facebook na kinabibilangan ko), ang dami-daming pick up lines na simple lang pero nakakatuwa at minsan nakaka-inspire pa nga. Naisip ko tuloy, paano kung gamitin ko ang mga un minsan, maging effective din kaya? Kung tutuusin, marami namang pwedeng gawing diskarte eh, pero parang ito ang in ngayon, ito ang uso. Minsan nga dina-download ko pa ang mga gusto kong cheesy lines. Wala lang, para lang malibang ako. Siguro pag sinipag, pagsasamahin ko silang lahat at gagawin kong kalendaryo, t-shirt, or kahit simpleng wall paper lang. Para lagi ko silang nakikita at palagi akong matawa. Ano pa ba? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung may alam kayong cheesy lines, huwag kayo mahiya.I-post sa FB, FS, or sa kahit anong blog or social net. Mukhang uso naman ngayon eh. Malay niyo madiscover kayo. Isa pa, mas maganda ang tumatawa ng may dahilan, kaysa tumatawa sa kawalan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-6666587454513569839?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/6666587454513569839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=6666587454513569839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6666587454513569839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6666587454513569839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/sobrang-cheesy.html' title='Sobrang Cheesy'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/S0C4zWtwnbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YvHXKaXq1Oo/s72-c/1_893327764l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-2539203328216173671</id><published>2010-01-02T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:22:59.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past few days, lots of things happened. I can't still believe that 2009 is over. I left so many tears, worries, time, and even smile for the last 365 days of my life. I can't still imagine a disaster struck me out. Disaster? yes, there was a disaster of emotions that burst out of me. Too much happiness, I had that and felt it in my friends. Tears fell, lots of time, it made me sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexplored horizons were seen. Secrets unleashed. Discovered treasures were dug up. Joy within me can be felt by these firm achievements. Rockin' with my bands DECIMA and YAAZMUEYADEYA gave me a drug that has no cure, which is the love for music. I found comfort every time I slap some bass. A blood of a music lover thrives in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-WFe6AN2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/JoxIe2k0z1Y/s1600-h/13745_1092633376020_1832116098_182526_4842071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-WFe6AN2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/JoxIe2k0z1Y/s400/13745_1092633376020_1832116098_182526_4842071_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422217497317226338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-Wd2zbBcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NSfjO-froY8/s1600-h/11868_1320422330310_1223360288_938537_7811988_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-Wd2zbBcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NSfjO-froY8/s400/11868_1320422330310_1223360288_938537_7811988_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422217916048934338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic moments with my high school friends during semestral break in Aporawan, Aborlan was one I considered best of all out of town of my whole life together with my batch mates. The experience was great, the food, the scenery, everything, its perfect. I wish I could go back there and have more time to stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-a058-ddI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q2k48Z9y-tU/s1600-h/13758_1200786591205_1574774156_522579_270086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-a058-ddI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q2k48Z9y-tU/s400/13758_1200786591205_1574774156_522579_270086_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422222710077814226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-a0qqm57I/AAAAAAAAAFg/m5SHdLCU_Sg/s1600-h/13758_1200755430426_1574774156_522461_1631532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-a0qqm57I/AAAAAAAAAFg/m5SHdLCU_Sg/s400/13758_1200755430426_1574774156_522461_1631532_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422222705974241202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-a0Rkt0CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kN4k_WJ8VJk/s1600-h/13758_1200755070417_1574774156_522452_4172906_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-a0Rkt0CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kN4k_WJ8VJk/s400/13758_1200755070417_1574774156_522452_4172906_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422222699238641698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my 2009 was not so good. I fell in-love again with my ex. I hoped, I tried to win her back, but in the end, I was left again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had no regrets for what happened last year. I believe that there were reasons behind those. Maybe that's the reason why I wrote this. The reason why I lived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-2539203328216173671?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/2539203328216173671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=2539203328216173671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/2539203328216173671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/2539203328216173671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-past-few-days-lots-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sz-WFe6AN2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/JoxIe2k0z1Y/s72-c/13745_1092633376020_1832116098_182526_4842071_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-6373876035391293276</id><published>2009-12-21T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:25:33.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love gets Tired, and gets on Track</title><content type='html'>Another day of December, its 21st now. I've been thinking, what will happen tomorrow? the next day? to the future? Are the things happening right now are really meant to happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions in my mind right now. Something is bothering me. I want to talk to someone just to kill the time. I don't want to stay in my room, I want to go out and explore new things. I want to spend my time to the people that makes me happy. Friends, yep, they are included in the list. Girlfriend, I don't have one. But I want to be with my previous girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds hilarious, to know that I still have feelings for her despite of almost two years of break up. I don't know what happened to me. I don't know why I can not move on from the past. I tried my best to forget everything. But it kills me every time I do it. Am I an emo? crazy? or what? Actually I don't care on what people say about me. All I know is, its hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, when I was updating my Facebook account, I found something interesting application. Its about quotations about love. What I got was this "True love never surrenders. It might get tired but little rest is enough to love again even better cause true love would never complain, it would always find way to understand pain."&lt;br /&gt;It struck me. Like, wow! cool! And now I'm holding onto it. Its like having hope form being hopeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm hoping again, that someday, we will be together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-6373876035391293276?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/6373876035391293276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=6373876035391293276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6373876035391293276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6373876035391293276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/12/true-love-gets-tired-and-gets-on-track.html' title='True Love gets Tired, and gets on Track'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4054351212880627451</id><published>2009-12-20T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:34:43.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Samy's: When I Met You by Decima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-met-you-by-decima.html"&gt;Its Samy&amp;#39;s: When I Met You by Decima&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4054351212880627451?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-met-you-by-decima.html' title='Its Samy&apos;s: When I Met You by Decima'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4054351212880627451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4054351212880627451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4054351212880627451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4054351212880627451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-samys-when-i-met-you-by-decima.html' title='Its Samy&apos;s: When I Met You by Decima'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-8044407469096627510</id><published>2009-12-20T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:32:59.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Met You by Decima</title><content type='html'>When I Met you-a song revived by my band DECIMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/bloody1samy#p/a/f/0/aZY0dD_f7GY"&gt;This was our performance last May, 2009&lt;/a&gt;. It was one of our best performances ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-8044407469096627510?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/8044407469096627510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=8044407469096627510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/8044407469096627510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/8044407469096627510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-met-you-by-decima.html' title='When I Met You by Decima'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-6074078134605444830</id><published>2009-12-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:55:58.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate? or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sy0TkS5AktI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RD2XkRJjjis/s1600-h/13745_1092633376020_1832116098_182526_4842071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sy0TkS5AktI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RD2XkRJjjis/s400/13745_1092633376020_1832116098_182526_4842071_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417007441063744210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the past few days, I am thinking if what is happening to someone whom I love. She's expecting me to come to her and help her in school work. But for some reasons, I don't know why I did not make it. Is it fate? or were not meant to meet each other for this day. I admit, I want to be at her side, but it seems like there was something controlling everything. It sounds weird but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though I did not see her, I enjoyed my day. I was happy to see my friend who came from Manila to celebrate her Christmas here in Palawan. The good thing was, I opened what I felt about what happened to me the last time I performed with my band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the girl whom I love together with her boyfriend before I went on stage. I know, its ridiculous to be affected but I can't help myself. I was really affected from what I saw. It ruined my mood. I want to quit playing but I can't. My band mates were expecting me. Well at least, I tried my best to perform even I was not in the mood. Pretending that I was fine was not a bad idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so lucky, we won the 3rd prize despite of what happened to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-6074078134605444830?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/6074078134605444830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=6074078134605444830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6074078134605444830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6074078134605444830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/12/fate-or-not.html' title='Fate? or not?'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/Sy0TkS5AktI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RD2XkRJjjis/s72-c/13745_1092633376020_1832116098_182526_4842071_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4380886599896408089</id><published>2009-12-18T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:21:14.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Today is December 19, 2009. I can't sleep, I just can't get over from the movie 2012. It's a very nice movie. You should watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so alarming, what if it will really happen in 2012? Will there be any survivors? or the human race will totally vanish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember when I was in high school, I have read something about this phenomena. Its about the Mayan calendar predicting that in the year 2012, the Earth will die. I felt fear while reading. And after watching the movie, I realized that the end is really near. Yeah, I admit, I am convinced by the movie. But I had previous reading about this matter before watching the move. The articles which I have read shows evidences that there were records of different phenomena that relates to the Mayan calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you if you will believe or not. For me, its time to change and surrender our lives to our God. Accept the truth that everything has an end. Who knows what will happen in the future. Only God knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4380886599896408089?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4380886599896408089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4380886599896408089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4380886599896408089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4380886599896408089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-3317326711710607140</id><published>2009-02-28T21:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:02:16.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman Becomes Mermaid thanks to Specialists from Weta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaoWh2AcWHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Xa2-wfvCMMc/s1600-h/woman-mermaid-helped-by-weta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaoWh2AcWHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Xa2-wfvCMMc/s400/woman-mermaid-helped-by-weta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308079881498417266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman from Auckland, who lost her legs below the knee when she was a child, managed to accomplish her dream to become a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream of Nadya Vessey was to be able to swim like a mermaid and with the help of industry experts from Weta Workshop, a company based in Wellington, the woman's wish became reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specialists created a special technologically advanced mermaid tail so Ms Vessey could swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is worth mentioning that in 2007 the woman wrote to engineers from Weta asking them if they could help her develop a prosthetic tail and they agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A prosthetic is a prosthetic, and your body has to be comfortable with it and you have to mentally make it part of yourself," said Ms Vessey. The idea came to Ms Vessey when one time she told a little boy that she was a mermaid, from then her dream was to have a prosthetic tale that would help her swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Taylor, who holds the position of the director at Weta Workshop and who is also famous for winning Oscars for special effects used in such movies as Lord of the Rings, was very happy to help Ms Vessey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was very patient. We haven't always been able to fulfill some requests. We were engaged in it pretty quickly because it was a challenge," he said. Specialists that worked on the mermaid suit mentioned that besides making it as functional as possible they wanted Nadya to look beautiful and sexy, reports Stuff.co.nz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were very impressed with the work done, especially after seeing Ms Vessey testing the prosthetic tail in the pool and then in the harbor. The mermaid suit was created of wetsuit fabric and plastic moulds. Engineers covered it in a digitally printed sock and an artist hand-painted the mermaid-like scales. It was important to make the tail look realistic. "What became apparent was that she actually physically wanted to look like a mermaid," said Taylor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/woman-becomes-mermaid-thanks-to-specialists-from-weta.html"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/woman-becomes-mermaid-thanks-to-specialists-from-weta.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samy said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire of a person will drive him to his fulfillment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-3317326711710607140?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/3317326711710607140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=3317326711710607140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3317326711710607140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3317326711710607140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/woman-becomes-mermaid-thanks-to.html' title='Woman Becomes Mermaid thanks to Specialists from Weta'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaoWh2AcWHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Xa2-wfvCMMc/s72-c/woman-mermaid-helped-by-weta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-1423357172255599018</id><published>2009-02-28T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:56:53.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientists Identified 10,000-Years-old Words Used Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaoVc9DGljI/AAAAAAAAAEw/e9tPsgqLiGQ/s1600-h/language-of-cavemen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaoVc9DGljI/AAAAAAAAAEw/e9tPsgqLiGQ/s400/language-of-cavemen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308078697977648690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists that study the development of languages managed to identify some of the oldest words that are still used today in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words today suffered very little change; in fact these words would have been understood even by ancient hunter-gatherers. The oldest English and Indo-European words discovered include: 'I', 'we', 'two' and 'thou'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, scientists mentioned that they discovered a number of words that would die out in about 1,000 years due to the fact that they would later evolve into other forms. These words are: 'throw', 'stick', 'dirty', 'guts' and 'squeeze'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead researcher Mark Pagel, of the University of Reading, mentioned that it would be possible to make an elementary "time traveler's phrasebook", which would include words that even Stone Age cavemen could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a time traveller wanted to go back in time to a specific date, we could probably draw up a little phrasebook of the modern words that are likely to have sounded similar back then," the scientists told The Times. Among other words that survived through centuries are 'two', 'three' and 'five'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using his computer, Dr Pagel compared languages that are part of the Indo-European family and managed to track the history of words' evolution. It is worth noting that the Indo-European family of languages includes the past and present languages spoken in Europe, the Middle East and the Indian sub-continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scientists said that some of the oldest words are at least 10,000 years old, despite the fact that the original Indo-European language is considered to have not more than 9,000 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you look at 'thou', 'I' and 'who', we can now tell they are probably at least 15,000 to 20,000 years old. The sounds used then for these meanings were probably very similar to those used today," said Pagel, whose work demonstrated that the rate at which words developed is directly linked to the way they are used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least changes occurred in the numerals, followed by pronouns. He found that nouns registered a slower evolution than verbs, which in their turn evolved slower than adjectives. The most often used words suffered less changes compared to words used seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the words 'I', 'Who', 'We', 'Thou', 'Two', 'Three' and 'Five' registered little change. Words that will most like disappear due to their rapid evolution are: 'dirty', 'squeeze', 'bad', 'because', 'guts', 'push' (verb), 'smell' (verb), 'stab', 'stick' (noun), 'turn' (verb), 'wipe'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/science/scientists-identified-old-words-used-today.html"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/science/scientists-identified-old-words-used-today.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-1423357172255599018?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/1423357172255599018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=1423357172255599018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1423357172255599018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1423357172255599018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/scientists-identified-10000-years-old.html' title='Scientists Identified 10,000-Years-old Words Used Today'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaoVc9DGljI/AAAAAAAAAEw/e9tPsgqLiGQ/s72-c/language-of-cavemen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4429750039663448035</id><published>2009-02-27T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:04:07.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Processor or Document Preparation System</title><content type='html'>A word processor (more formally known as document preparation system) is a computer application used for the production (including composition, editing, formatting, and possibly printing) of any sort of printable material.&lt;br /&gt;Word processor may also refer to an obsolete type of stand-alone office machine, popular in the 1970s and 80s, combining the keyboard text-entry and printing functions of an electric typewriter with a dedicated computer for the editing of text. Although features and design varied between manufacturers and models, with new features added as technology advanced, word processors for several years usually featured a monochrome display and the ability to save documents on memory cards or diskettes. Later models introduced innovations such as spell-checking programs, increased formatting options, and dot-matrix printing. As the more versatile combination of a personal computer and separate printer became commonplace, the word processor disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Word processors are descended from early text formatting tools (sometimes called text justification tools, from their only real capability). Word processing was one of the earliest applications for the personal computer in office productivity.&lt;br /&gt;Although early word processors used tag-based markup for document formatting, most modern word processors take advantage of a graphical user interface. Most are powerful systems consisting of one or more programs that can produce any arbitrary combination of images, graphics and text, the latter handled with type-setting capability.&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Word is the most widely used computer word processing system; Microsoft estimates over five hundred million people use the Office suite, which includes Word. There are also many other commercial word processing applications, such as WordPerfect, which dominated the market from the mid-1980s to early-1990s, particularly for machines running Microsoft's MS-DOS operating system. Open-source applications such as Abiword, KWord, LyX and OpenOffice.org Writer are rapidly gaining in popularity. Online word processors such as Google Docs are a relatively new category.&lt;br /&gt;A type of editor whose prime aim is to produce neatly printed text. Such programs use a lot of additional information (apart from actual text) to control the output on the printer. A consequence of this latter fact is that files produced with one word processor cannot be read automatically by another unless they are first converted to ASCII text (with the loss of formatting information). An alternative, which saves the formatting, is to store files in the Rich Text Format (RTF) or Hypertext Markup Language (HTML) format.&lt;br /&gt;An application that allows for the manipulation of letters for the purpose of writing proposals, letters, stories or any other article of literature. Most word processors also have inherent functions that enable them to spell- check and perform other similar operations.&lt;br /&gt;An application for creating text-based documents, changing their layout and adding footnotes, annotations or revisions.&lt;br /&gt;Commercial software that are widely used.&lt;br /&gt;AppleWorks refers to two different office suite products, both of which are now discontinued. Originally, AppleWorks was an integrated software package for the Apple II platform, released in 1984 by Apple Computer. In 1998, the name AppleWorks was repurposed by Apple following its elimination of its Claris subsidiary, which marketed a software package for Macintosh and Windows named ClarisWorks. At one time, AppleWorks was bundled with all consumer level Macs sold by Apple.&lt;br /&gt;As of August 15, 2007, AppleWorks has reached end-of-life status, and is no longer being sold.[1] Word processing, spreadsheet, and presentation applications similar to AppleWorks are currently sold as the iWork suite.&lt;br /&gt;Applixware Words is a word processor that has been available for different UNIX platforms since 1992; a Linux version was released in 1996. Part of the Applixware cross platform development IDE, Applixware Words is a full featured word processor with macros, forms, and RealTime financial data feed display capacity.&lt;br /&gt;Applixware, now owned by VistaSource, is available for Linux, Solaris, Microsoft Windows, AIX and HP-UX.&lt;br /&gt;Lotus Word Pro is word processor software produced by IBM's Lotus Software group for use on Microsoft Windows-compatible computers and on IBM OS/2 Warp. Word Pro can be obtained as part of the Lotus SmartSuite office suite.&lt;br /&gt;Word Pro was based upon Ami Pro (published by Samna), but was substantially rewritten (including a new native document format). The predecessor to Ami Pro, Amí, was released in 1988, and was the first fully-functional Windows word processor. (The Windows version of Microsoft Word would not debut until early 1989.) Shortly after the release of Amí, the development team added support for tables and renamed the product Ami Pro.&lt;br /&gt;Lotus obtained Ami Pro to round out their office suite by acquiring Samna, and continued to develop Ami Pro further, with version 3 becoming a 32-bit application available for Microsoft Windows and IBM OS/2. The Windows versions of Ami Pro were also bundled with Adobe Type Manager for Windows, as Windows had poor support for scalable fonts before the introduction of TrueType.&lt;br /&gt;In 1994, Joe Guthridge was one of seven awarded the Windows Pioneer Award for feedback the Amí development team gave to Microsoft during the early development of Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Mathematica is a computational software program used widely in scientific, engineering, and mathematical fields and other areas of technical computing. It was originally conceived by Stephen Wolfram and developed by a team of mathematicians and programmers that he assembled and led. It is developed by Wolfram Research of Champaign, Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;Mellel (מלל, the Hebrew for "text") is a shareware word processor for Mac OS X, developed since 2002 and marketed as especially suited for technical and academic writers. It is made by RedleX, a small software company from Israel. New features are added to the program every few months, many of which come from user suggestions. Its closest competitor is Nisus Writer Pro.&lt;br /&gt;The most remarkable feature present in Mellel is its multilanguage support. Languages with non-Latin alphabets, including Arabic, Hebrew and Korean are handled well due to its support for Unicode and OpenType fonts. Its user interface relies heavily on palettes.&lt;br /&gt;Mellel also presents a feature set suitable for working with long and complex documents, in order to match the needs of scholars and technical writers. Mellel has a unique way of handling styles, with a Replace Styles feature which is able to reformat a large amount of text scattered throughout a document (a feature also present in OpenOffice.org Writer and in Nisus Writer for Mac OS Classic). Mellel has a distinctive way of handling footnotes, endnotes and comments, which are treated as different "streams" of a single text, a feature which can help keep different translations of the same text in sync. Cross-references are also dealt with in a singular way by Mellel, which implemented this feature in version 2.5.&lt;br /&gt;Due to its unique approach to implementing many of its features, Mellel lacks full compatibility with standard word processors, and this fact is often pointed out as one if its main shortcomings. Mellel does not support DOCX and ODT and it supports DOC only partially. It has, however, good support for RTF files and is able to export to PDF.&lt;br /&gt;Mellel provides tight integration with Bookends and Sente, bibliographical tools for managing citations.&lt;br /&gt;ThinkFree Office by Haansoft ThinkFree Co. Ltd., a subsidiary company of Haansoft Corporation, is an office suite written in Java that runs on Windows, Linux, and Macintosh platforms.&lt;br /&gt;ThinkFree Office includes a word processor (Write), a spreadsheet (Calc), a presentation program (Show), and a WYSIWYG html and blog editor (Note). ThinkFree Office reads and writes to Microsoft Office file formats (.doc, .xls, and .ppt). ThinkFree Office has a look and feel similar to Microsoft Word, Excel and PowerPoint, providing a degree of familiarity to new users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com.ph/search?hl=tl&amp;defl=en&amp;q=define:word+processor&amp;ei=J4OiSeKeEZC&lt;br /&gt;          o6gPpxrzCCg&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=glossary_definition&amp;ct=title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith, William D. (1971) "Lag Persists for Business Equipment;" &lt;br /&gt;          The New York Times, October 26, 1971 p. 59 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word_processor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dullea, Georgia (1971): "Is It a Boon for Secretaries—Or Just an Automated Ghetto?&lt;br /&gt;          " The New York Times, February 5, 1971, p. 32   &lt;br /&gt;          http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word_processor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.uni-duisburg-essen.de/CP/key_terms.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.owlsoup.com/foamtrain/glossary/www.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://pc-repairs-web-design.co.uk/jargon-buster/jargon-w.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematica 5.1 Available , Database Journal, Jan 3, 2005.   &lt;br /&gt;         http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathematica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_word_processors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evans, Jonny (2007-08-15). "Apple cans AppleWorks". Macworld UK. &lt;br /&gt;             http://www.macworld.co.uk/macsoftware/news/index.cfm?RSS&amp;NewsID=18827. &lt;br /&gt;             Retrieved on 2007-08-15. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AppleWorks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[http://www.vistasource.com/vs2/en/downloads.php, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Applix_Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lotus_Word_Pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mellel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comer, Stuart. "ThinkFree? Think again: it's now a BigPond exclusive", &lt;br /&gt;         iT Wire, November 5, 2007. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ThinkFree_Office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4429750039663448035?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4429750039663448035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4429750039663448035' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4429750039663448035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4429750039663448035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-processor-or-document-preparation.html' title='Word Processor or Document Preparation System'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4657888066663085766</id><published>2009-02-27T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:00:24.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Design Software</title><content type='html'>If you’re a web developer, a graphic designer, an artist and one of your biggest frustrations is finding and trying to decide what Web design software you should get, you need to be careful and wise in choosing the right software that fits your taste.&lt;br /&gt;For more effective newsletter campaign it is advisable to use email marketing software and email extractor software, which is the key to your success. Featuring a powerful HTML editor and extremely high sending speed, it will help you manage your email newsletters in no time.&lt;br /&gt;It is really hard to find a best web hosting that is trustworthy and affordable at the same time. Along with famous web hosting companies you can find several newly appeared small companies that gave a good account of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to take your favorite videos with you, dvd to ipod converter will help you convert movies from DVD to iPod to watch them on the go.&lt;br /&gt;Web Design Software&lt;br /&gt;Animation  - This section contains a list of various animation software packages. Some are entirely free, some are shareware. These tools are designed for creating high quality animations, banners, buttons, and other graphics for the Web.&lt;br /&gt;Flash Tools  - This section provides flash design software suites for creating flash menu headers, flash web sites , and multimedia flash presentations. Here you can find  step-by-step programs for designing short Flash movies, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;Fonts - Here you can find not only sites that offers free high quality fonts, but also font editors that allow to create and modify bitmap fonts for print publications, web pages, animations, and computer games, the tools that are intended for hobby typographers who occasionally need to create or customize fonts.&lt;br /&gt;HTML Editors - A great collection of HTML editors, both for professionals and beginners.&lt;br /&gt;Image Editors - Powerful image editing applications to enhance, convert, resize your pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Web Design Tools&lt;br /&gt;Color Patterns - Excellent resources that offer a wide range of wallpapers patterns.&lt;br /&gt;Color Theory - Theoretical resources for Web designers.&lt;br /&gt;Color Tools - Tools that will help you to choose the right color combination, identify color harmonies, easily assemble your own color scheme, play with colors, experiment with various color schemes.&lt;br /&gt;Creativity - Various publications on graphic design, project intended to gather the most creative web sites, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;CSS Daily Reading  - Articles, tutorials, and comments on web design, development, web standards, collaborative problem solving for both developers and designers.&lt;br /&gt;CSS Layouts - CSS layout generators, filters and hacks, collection of CSS layouts and CSS templates.&lt;br /&gt;CSS Navigation Menus - Website navigation menus, CSS tabs and CSS navigation techniques for  lightweight and beautiful navigation designs.&lt;br /&gt;CSS Showcase - Showcases of the most beautiful CSS sites on the web. Some of them a re community-based  and allow voting and commenting.&lt;br /&gt;CSS Techniques - Buttons, positioning, style sheet switching, image replacement maps, forms, star rating and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;CSS Web Tools aHTML - HTML is the abbreviation for Hypertext Markup Language. HTML is the language that web pages are written in. A HTML editor is a web design software program that is used to edit the html on web pages and Services&lt;br /&gt;There is lots of web design software on the internet to choose from. Here are some of the most demanded programs.&lt;br /&gt;Windows Live Writer&lt;br /&gt;Blogs are a good place to start publishing online, since blog software is simpler to use and often free. Reviewers say Windows Live Writer makes it easy to write and edit your blog on your computer; you can then publishyour blog to Blogger.com or other blog hosts. Reviews say Windows Live Writer provides loads of features and is easy to use – but it's only for Windows users. &lt;br /&gt;Infinite Sushi ecto 2.3.4&lt;br /&gt;Infinite Sushi ecto blogging software for Mac also installs on your computer and makes it convenient to publish to the blog host of your choice. Like Windows Live Writer, reviewers say ecto makes it easy to create a blogthat has the look and features you want, without learning to write any code. It also gives you spell checking and other editing help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CoffeeCup Visual Site Designer&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to create a full-fledged website and not just a blog, reviewers say Visual Site Designer offers just the right mix of capabilities and ease of use for most beginners. It's easier to use than most budgetweb design software, with "drag and drop" usability -- no need to learn any code. It comes with lots of templates, backgrounds, textures and more. You can easily add video and insert Flash animations. An FTP tool is included for publishing directly to your web host. &lt;br /&gt;Realmac RapidWeaver 4.1.3&lt;br /&gt;For Mac users who find Adobe Dreamweaver overkill, too expensive or intimidating, reviews recommend RapidWeaver as exceptionally full-featured yet easy to use. It integrates with Apple iPhoto, and makes it easy to publishpodcasts, videos and a blog without learning any code. &lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Expression Web 2&lt;br /&gt;If you might want to develop websites for other people, or enjoy taking your own site to its fullest potential, the most recent reviews say Microsoft Expression Web is much easier to learn to use than Adobe Dreamweaver.Expression Web is ideal for Microsoft Office users, but also now integrates with Adobe Flash and Photoshop for a complete pro-level system. You can make a simple website without doing any hands-on coding, but you can also learn to use all the current web technology. Reviews especially praise Expression Web for elegant use of CSS (Cascading Style Sheets). Mac users should opt for Dreamweaver since Expression Web is Windows-only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurosoft First Page 2006&lt;br /&gt;If you're willing to learn some HTML and sacrifice some convenience, reviews recommend this HTML editor as more convenient than most free website software. It lets you see the results of your code as you edit it, andincludes spell checking and a quick browser preview. The main weak points are in setting up layouts and using PHP. &lt;br /&gt;Adobe Dreamweaver CS4&lt;br /&gt;New features preview and test web content twice as fast &lt;br /&gt;Using Live View is nearly twice as fast as previewing rendered pages in a browser. Using Live Code, you see the results of coding changes in Live View more than twice as fast as you would switching to a browser. Additionally, you can click a related file to see both its source in Code view and the parent page in Design view. &lt;br /&gt;Editing web pages is quick and easy&lt;br /&gt;Design your pages in Dreamweaver so end users can edit their web pages without help from you or additional software using the InContext Editing online service. As a Dreamweaver designer, you can limit changes to specific regions on the page.&lt;br /&gt;There are many choices available on the internet. The software depends on your personality and your skills. It is like a dress that shows character on its owner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.adobe.com/products/dreamweaver/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.consumersearch.com/web-design-software&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hooverwebdesign.com/definition-of-html.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.acrovela.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com.ph/search?hl=tl&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;channel=s&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;q=definition+of+a+web+design+software&amp;start=20&amp;sa=N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com.ph/search?hl=tl&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;channel=s&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;hs=9QT&amp;q=web+design+software&amp;start=40&amp;sa=N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4657888066663085766?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4657888066663085766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4657888066663085766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4657888066663085766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4657888066663085766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/web-design-software.html' title='Web Design Software'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-909019044150330576</id><published>2009-02-27T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:56:33.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphic Tablet</title><content type='html'>A graphics tablet (or digitizing tablet, graphics pad, drawing tablet) is a computer input device that allows one to hand-draw images and graphics, similar to the way one draws images with a pencil and paper. These tablets may also be used to capture data of handwritten signatures.&lt;br /&gt;A graphics tablet (also called pen pad) consists of a flat surface upon which the user may "draw" an image using an attached stylus, a pen-like drawing apparatus. The image generally does not appear on the tablet itself but, rather, is displayed on the computer monitor. Some tablets however, come as a functioning secondary computer screen that you can interact with directly using the stylus.&lt;br /&gt;Some tablets are intended as a general replacement for a mouse as the primary pointing and navigation device for desktop computers.&lt;br /&gt;A graphics tablet is an input device used by artists which allows one to draw a picture onto a computer screen without having to utilize a mouse or keyboard. A graphics tablet consists of a flat tablet and some sort of drawing device, usually either a pen or stylus. A graphics tablet may also be referred to as a drawing tablet or drawing pad. While the graphics tablet is most suited for artists and those who want the natural feel of a pen-like object to manipulate the cursor on their screen, non-artists may find them useful as well. The smooth flow of a graphics tablet can be refreshing for those who find the mouse to be a jerky input device, and repetitive stress injuries such as carpal tunnel syndrome are less likely when using a graphics tablet. &lt;br /&gt;A graphics tablet may come in a range of sizes, from smaller 3" by 4" (7.6 by 10.2 cm) models to larger 7" by 9" (17.8 by 22.9 cm) ones. Even larger graphics tablets exist, up to enormous 14" by 14" (35.6 by 35.6 cm) tablets targeted towards professional designers and architects. Size is the major factor in determining cost for a graphics tablet, however, and one should expect prices to ramp up dramatically at the high end of the size spectrum. A good range of pressure sensitivity in the drawing surface of your graphics tablet is also something to look for. High pressure sensitivity, ideally at least 512 levels, allows you to control a number of aspects of your drawing, including color and line thickness, simply by pressing the stylus more or less heavily, mimicking drawing with an actual pen.&lt;br /&gt;The stylus included with a graphics tablet is also an important consideration for the consumer. A stylus may be either attached to the tablet by a cord or tether-free. Corded tablets do not require batteries, but many people find the cord severely limiting to their range of motion. A good stylus will also have function buttons on the side, so that you can perform common actions, such as switching a tool in a drawing program from paint to erase, without having to use the mouse or keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Wacom is the most well known manufacturer of graphics tablets, and incredibly well respected. They have many different models, covering everything from amateur to professional artists, spanning the size range, and with many bells and whistles. At the low end of their product line, one can expect to pay about US$100 for a good graphics pad, while their high-end products may cost just over US$500. Other manufacturers include Aiptek, which has a number of models, including some with a cordless mouse in place of the stylus; KB Gear, which makes a graphics tablet targeted towards teens; and CalComp, which makes tablets primarily for architects and designers. &lt;br /&gt;Also referred to as a digitizing tablet, graphics pad, or drawing tablet, a tablet is an alternate type of input device that can be used in place of, or in conjunction with, a mouse, trackball, or other pointing device. The tablet consists of two parts, a flat surface for drawing, and a pen, stylus, or puck that is programmed to work with the tablet. Usually, you also get a pen holder, and some tablets even come with a cordless mouse that works on the tablet surface. Even non-artists may choose to use a tablet because it offers a more ergonomic method of input that can reduce the likelihood of developing repetitive strain injury. Let's explore some of the common features of graphics tablets... &lt;br /&gt;Size&lt;br /&gt;Size is one of the first factors you'll need to consider in choosing a tablet. Bigger is not necessarily better. For home users and hobbyists, the most common sizes are 4" by 5" and 6" by 8". CAD users, artists, and technical illustrators may desire a larger surface area, but the price escalates as the size increases. Remember, the larger your tablet surface is, the more you will need to move your arms. Many people prefer a smaller tablet to minimize arm motion. However, this may feel unnatural to an artist who is used to drawing or painting with large sweeping motions. Another important thing to know about tablet size is that the dimensions given almost always refer to the input surface area of the tablet. The actual footprint of the tablet can be as much as 4 to 5 inches larger than the input area. Keep this in mind as you shop, or you may be surprised that your tablet takes up much more desktop space than you may have considered. My 6" by 8" Wacom Intuos tablet, for instance, has a footprint of 10" by 13.5". &lt;br /&gt;Until recently, the popular sizes of graphics tablets have been 4x5, 6x8, and 9x12 which matches up neatly to the 4:3 aspect ratio of traditional computer monitors. But starting in the mid-2000s there has been a proliferation of widescreen aspect ratio monitors. Because of this, Wacom has begun producing wide-format graphics tablets to better correspond with the aspect ratio of widescreen monitors and for users working with multiple monitors. Although it's nice, it's not necessary that your graphics tablet match the aspect ratio of your monitor, because the tablet software takes care of the mapping.&lt;br /&gt;Interface&lt;br /&gt;The interface is how your tablet connects to your computer. Most tablets these days have a USB interface which is ideal since most computers in use today support USB. USB devices are hot swapable so you'll be ale to move the tablet more easily for use on multiple computers or just to get it off the desk when you need to. &lt;br /&gt;If you have a very old computer that does not support USB, you'll need to choose a tablet with a serial interface. If you need a serial interface, be sure your computer has an available serial port that does not conflict with another device. If you have both a serial mouse and a serial modem (rare these days), proceed with caution, because you could face a conflict if you add a serial tablet. A tablet with a USB interface gets its power from your computer, but a serial tablet requires a separate power connection, so you'll want to make sure you have an available outlet that can accommodate a medium-sized transformer. &lt;br /&gt;Bluetooth is another option for connecting a graphics tablet to your computer without the use of wires. Bluetooth is a wireless protocol frequently used for connecting electronics devices. Currently, Wacom is the only manufacturer I know of producing a Bluetooth-capable tablet, the Graphire Bluetooth, which can connect to your computer without wires. &lt;br /&gt;Pen/Stylus and Accessories&lt;br /&gt;Your tablet should come with a pen that feels comfortable and natural in your hand. Find out if the stylus requires a battery. A battery will not only require occasional replacement, but it will make the pen heavier, too. Your pen may be tethered or free. If the pen is untethered you'll have to be more careful about losing or misplacing it. If the pen is tethered, make sure you can choose which side of the tablet to attach the pen. Many pens will also have a switch or buttons built onto the pen, and some pens have an erasing end. This is an excellent feature because the buttons can be programmed for specific functions such as a right-click or double-click, and the erasing tip can perform a delete function in one swipe, or automatically activate the eraser tool in your graphics software. Some tablet manufacturers offer additional pens and other pointing tools that you can program independently. When using these optional accessories, your tablet should recognize it as a new tool and use the customized preferences you have specified for that specific tool.&lt;br /&gt;Pressure-sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;Pressure level refers to the sensitivity to pressure on the surface of the tablet. Most tablets have 256, 512, or 1024 pressure levels. The pressure-sensitivity can control line thickness, transparency, and/or color. The higher the pressure-sensitivity, the more responsive and natural your tablet will feel and the more control you will have.&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Pressure-Sensitive Graphics Tablets&lt;br /&gt;These are the most popular brands and models of graphics tablets available in the US. The pressure-sensitive graphics tablets featured here are well-suited to both professional and home users who will be using the tablet for photo editing and digital art, or as a mouse replacement for everyday computing.&lt;br /&gt;Wacom Intuos3 6X8 - PTZ630&lt;br /&gt;The Intuos3 pen provides 1,024 levels of pen tip and eraser pressure sensitivity, tilt sensitivity, is batterly-free and cordless, and features a programmable DuoSwitch and soft grip. It also comes with a cordless, programmable 5-button optical scroll mouse. The tablet features 2 touch strips, 8 ExpressKeys, and comes with a pen stand. With Intuos, you also have the option of purchasing additional programmable accessories. (Footprint ~13x10")&lt;br /&gt;Wacom Bamboo Fun Medium - CTE650 &lt;br /&gt;The Bamboo Fun tablet from Wacom is the successor to the Graphire4 series of consumer level pen tablets. Improving on the Graphire4 model, Bamboo Fun has an updated look, a wide-format active area, a new textured feel to the tablet surface, and a finger-sensitive touch ring for zooming and scrolling. For creative work like painting, drawing, and touching up photos, the medium size Bamboo Fun tablet is ideal. It has a fresh, fun look, and performs well. Unlike the Bamboo standard tablet, Bamboo Fun comes with a mouse and a bundle of creative software including Adobe Photoshop Elements 5 Win/4 Mac, Corel Painter Essentials 3, and Nik Color Efex Pro 2 GE. (Footprint: 11.0" x 9.3")&lt;br /&gt;Wacom Graphire Bluetooth Wireless Tablet - CTE630BT&lt;br /&gt;Graphire Bluetooth is slightly older and not as advanced as Bamboo and Intuos3, but it does have one big advantage — no wires. You can use the Graphire Bluetooth in the range of 30 feet and for up to 25 hours between charges. However, it does require that your computer have a Bluetooth adapter, and you will need a power source to charge the batteries on occasion. The power adapter is included, but the Bluetooth adapter is not. Many newer laptops come with built-in Bluetooth capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;Wacom Intuos3 6x11 Wide Format USB Tablet - PTZ631W&lt;br /&gt;Now you can get the Intuos in a wide format aspect ratio for working with a widescreen monitor or dual displays. The footprint of the Intuos3 6x11 is 16.5 inches wide x 10.3 inches deep and includes two sets of ExpressKeys and Touch Strips. If you don't have the desk space or need to spend a little less, there is also a 4x6 wide format Intuos3 with a smaller footprint of 10.6 by 8.5 inches and one set of ExpressKeys. Both models offer the highest level of pressure sensitivity and the advanced customization options and accessories available for the Intuos line.&lt;br /&gt;Wacom Bamboo Pen Tablet - MTE450&lt;br /&gt;For the price, Bamboo is an excellent entry-point to the Wacom product line. Bamboo is designed primarily for office tasks rather than artistic work. Although it functions just fine in creative software with pressure support, Bamboo does not come with software and is intended to be used with the built-in pen features of Windows Vista, Microsoft Office, and Mac OS X for marking up documents, jotting notes, and writing your signature. Of course, it can also be used as an alternative to the mouse to avoid repetitive stress fatigue. (Footprint: 7.88" x 7.36")&lt;br /&gt;Wacom Intuos3 9X12 USB Tablet - PTZ930&lt;br /&gt;The larger size of the Intuos 9x12 tablet will let you achieve the wider, sweeping strokes some artists prefer. It comes at a cost in desk space, though — this tablet has a footprint of about 18 by 14 inches. Except for the larger size, it is identical to the Intuos3 6x8 with the same software bundle and optional accessories.&lt;br /&gt;DigiPro 8x6 Graphics Tablet - WP8060&lt;br /&gt;The DigiPro drawing tablet is an inexpensive, yet capable, pressure-sensitive pen tablet for budget conscious users. It's not flashy or feature packed, but it does the job it's supposed to do. The DigiPro tablets will also work on older systems, including Windows 98Se and higher, Mac OS 9, and Mac OS X. If you're curious about using a graphics tablet, but don't want to spend a lot of money, the DigiPro drawing tablets are a solid choice.&lt;br /&gt;Aiptek 10x6 Slim Tablet - ST12&lt;br /&gt;If you want a larger tablet, but the budget is tight, Aiptek's Slim Tablet is hard to beat. This is a wide format, slim graphics tablet with cordless pen and a 10x6 inch active area. It feature 29 programmable macro keys around the sides of the tablet, s a resolution of 1000 lpi, and 1024 levels of pressure sensitivity. I have not used this particular brand of tablets, but have received many comments from happy Aiptek tablet users.&lt;br /&gt;DigiPro 5.5x4 Graphics Tablet - WP5540&lt;br /&gt;If you're extremely tight on budget, the DigiPro WP5540 can be purchased for less than $50. It has all the features of the WP8060 in a smaller size and lower price to match.&lt;br /&gt;Wacom Cintiq 21UX 21.3" Interactive Pen Display&lt;br /&gt;It's pricey, but as long as you can afford it, who wouldn't want to draw right on the computer screen? The Cintiq combines an LCD monitor with a pressure sensitive tablet surface, so you can do just that. The 21.3 inch Cintiq includes an adjustable stand that allows the display to be rotated, inclined, or detached. It also features a 2-button Grip Pen, 8 ExpressKeys and 2 Touch Strips, 1024 levels of pressure sensitivity, and a 1600x1200 resolution LCD with DVI or VGA video input. For Windows and Macintosh.&lt;br /&gt;Tactile graphic input/output tablets could be a valuable support for blind people reading text illustrated with drawings, creating drawings, using software with a graphic user interface, reading maps, or using electronic communication media. The construction of tablets containing conventional tactile elements is precluded not by fundamental technical problems but by the costs. We show that this problem could be overcome by the use of very simple tactile elements integrated in the tablet and driven by an electrorheological fluid.In our solution the tactile surface can be used also as an input tablet allowing immediate manipulation of perceived objects, and creation of drawings. Furthermore, by passive observation of the user's reading actions the system may support the blind in an intelligent manner, e.g. by presenting automatically additional informations about the object (text or graphic) just being touched. Beyond the description of the technological aspects of such a tablet we deal with its integration into a personal computer system, and give an overview on possible applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About.com - Before You Buy a Graphics Tablet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray, Elisha (1888-07-31), Telautograph, United States Patent 386,815  &lt;br /&gt;          http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digitizing_tablet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-graphics-tablet.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://graphicssoft.about.com/od/aboutgraphics/a/graphicstablets.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://graphicssoft.about.com/od/aboutgraphics/tp/graphicstablets.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fricke, Joerg and Helmut Baehring. Design of a Tactile Graphic I/O Tablet and its Integration &lt;br /&gt;          into a Personal Computer System for Blind Users. Department of Computer Science.&lt;br /&gt;          Fern Universitaet Hagen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-909019044150330576?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/909019044150330576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=909019044150330576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/909019044150330576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/909019044150330576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/graphic-tablet.html' title='Graphic Tablet'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-6566323315657954183</id><published>2009-02-27T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:53:30.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Processor</title><content type='html'>A central processing unit (CPU) is an electronic circuit that can execute computer programs. This broad definition can easily be applied to many early computers that existed long before the term "CPU" ever came into widespread usage. The term itself and its initialism have been in use in the computer industry at least since the early 1960s (Weik 1961). The form, design and implementation of CPUs have changed dramatically since the earliest examples, but their fundamental operation has remained much the same.&lt;br /&gt;Early CPUs were custom-designed as a part of a larger, sometimes one-of-a-kind, computer. However, this costly method of designing custom CPUs for a particular application has largely given way to the development of mass-produced processors that are suited for one or many purposes. This standardization trend generally began in the era of discrete transistor mainframes and minicomputers and has rapidly accelerated with the popularization of the integrated circuit (IC). The IC has allowed increasingly complex CPUs to be designed and manufactured to tolerances on the order of nanometers. Both the miniaturization and standardization of CPUs have increased the presence of these digital devices in modern life far beyond the limited application of dedicated computing machines. Modern microprocessors appear in everything from automobiles to cell phones to children's toys.&lt;br /&gt;Abbreviation for central processing unit, and pronounced as separate letters. The CPU is the brains of the computer. Sometimes referred to simply as the central processor,but more commonly called processor, the CPU is where most calculations take place. In terms of computing power, the CPU is the most important element of a computer system. &lt;br /&gt;On large machines, CPUs require one or more printed circuit boards. On personal computers and small workstations, the CPU is housed in a single chip called a microprocessor. Since the 1970's the microprocessor class of CPUs has almost completely overtaken all other CPU implementations. &lt;br /&gt;The CPU itself is an internal component of the computer. Modern CPUs are small and square and contain multiple metallic connectors or pins on the underside. The CPU is inserted directly into a CPU socket, pin side down, on the motherboard. Each motherboard will support only a specific type or range of CPU so you must check the motherboard manufacturer's specifications before attempting to replace or upgrade a CPU. Modern CPUs also have an attached heat sink and small fan that go directly on top of the CPU to help dissipate heat. &lt;br /&gt;Two typical components of a CPU are the following: &lt;br /&gt;The arithmetic logic unit (ALU), which performs arithmetic and logical operations. &lt;br /&gt;The control unit (CU), which extracts instructions from memory and decodes and executes them, calling on the ALU when necessary. &lt;br /&gt;The Central Processing Unit (CPU) is responsible for interpreting and executing most of the commands from the computer's hardware and software. It is often called the "brains" of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;The CPU is also known as processor, microprocessor, central processor, “the brains of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re in the market for a new computer, it’s necessary to understand the function of a CPU. Also known as the Central Processing Unit or processor, the CPU is essentially the “brains” of your computer. Without the CPU, you wouldn’t be able to play games, type research papers, or surf the Internet. Your computer would basically be a very expensive paperweight.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people mistakenly believe the case or chassis of a computer is the CPU. However, a CPU is an internal component of the computer. You can’t see it from the outside of the system; you’d have to peek inside and remove both the CPU heatsink and fan to get a good look. &lt;br /&gt;The first CPUs were used in the early 1960s. They were custom designed as part of a larger computer, making them prohibitively expensive. Once engineers figured out how to mass produce the CPU, personal computers became more affordable for the average American. With the introduction of the integrated circuit in the late 1970s, it became possible for smaller CPUs to be manufactured as well. This helped transform computers from large, bulky devices that took up entire rooms to more manageable desktop and laptop models.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Intel is the best-known manufacturer of computer CPUs. No matter what type of computer you have, however, your CPU works by executing a series of stored instructions known as a program. Most CPUs conform to the von Neumann architecture, which says that the CPU must fetch, decode, execute, and writeback the data in a fairly rapid succession.&lt;br /&gt;Since the CPU is one of the most important parts of a computer, it should come as no surprise that it is also the most expensive. In fact, if your computer is more than three years old and your CPU has been damaged by static electricity or some other factor, you may want to consider upgrading to an entirely new computer. A newer, faster CPU will often provide enough additional computing power to make the purchase a wise investment.&lt;br /&gt;CPUs are sometimes called microprocessors, although these two terms are not quite interchangeable. The microprocessor, first introduced in the 1970s, reduces the word size of a CPU from 32 bits to 4 bits in an attempt to allow the transistors of the logic circuits to fit on a single part. Often, it takes more than one microprocessor to perform all of the functions of a CPU. Microprocessors are also commonly used in cell phones, automobiles, and children’s electronic toys.&lt;br /&gt;So what is the processor? Well in the simplest of terms, it’s your computers brain. The processor tells your computer what to do and when to do it, it decides which tasks are more important and prioritizes them to your computers needs.&lt;br /&gt;There is and has been many processors on the market, running at many different speeds. The speed is measured in Megahertz or MHz. A single MHz is a calculation of 1 million cycles per second (or computer instructions), so if you have a processor running at 2000 MHz, then your computer is running at 2000,000,000 cycles per second, which in more basic terms is the amount of instructions your computer can carry out. Another important abbreviation is Gigahertz or GHz. A single GHz or 1 GHz is the same as 1000 MHz . Sounds a bit confusing, so here is a simple conversion : &lt;br /&gt;1000 MHz (Megahertz) = 1GHz (Gigahertz) = 1000,000,000 Cycles per second (or computer instructions). &lt;br /&gt;Now you can see why they abbreviate it, could you imagine going to a PC store and asking for a one thousand million cycle PC please. A bit of a mouth full isn’t it? &lt;br /&gt;So when buying a new computer always look for fastest you can afford. The fastest on the market at the time of writing this article is 3.8 GHz (3800 MHz). Remember though that it is not necessary to purchase such a fast processor, balance your needs, do you really need top of the range? Especially when the difference say between a 3.5 GHz (3500 MHz) and a 3.8 GHz (3800 MHz) processor will be barely noticed (if noticed at all) by you, while the price difference is around  £100. With the money you save you could get a nice printer and scanner package. &lt;br /&gt;Now that we have covered the speeds, there is one more important subject to cover. Which processor? There are 3 competitors at present, the AMD Athlon, Intel Pentium and the Intel Celeron. They come in many guises, but basically the more cores they have and the higher the speed means better and faster.&lt;br /&gt;Processors now come as dual core, triple core and quad core. These processors are the equivalent of running two cpu's (Dual core), three CPU's ( Triple core) or four (Quad core).&lt;br /&gt;In the past Intel Pentium the best and most expensive of them all, and remains today one of the most popular on the market. In layman’s terms it is/was the designer processor, although AMD have some superb if not better releases and equally highly priced and advanced products. It would be hard to say which is best as they are direct competitors.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly there is the Intel Celeron; this processor is a budget version of the Intel Pentium 4, the processor you find in most budget computers. If the purse is tight, and you need a computer, then this is your port of call. You will find many sub £400 computers fitted with this processor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amdahl, G. M., Blaauw, G. A., &amp; Brooks, F. P. Jr. (1964). Architecture of the IBM System/360,&lt;br /&gt;           IBM Research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown, Jeffery (2005). "Application-customized CPU design". IBM developerWorks. &lt;br /&gt;           http://www-128.ibm.com/developerworks/power/library/pa-fpfxbox/?ca=dgr-  &lt;br /&gt;lnxw07XBoxDesign. Retrieved on 2005-12-17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CPU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.webopedia.com/TERM/C/CPU.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://pcsupport.about.com/od/componentprofiles/p/p_cpu.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-cpu.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hardware.windowsreinstall.com/processor.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-6566323315657954183?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/6566323315657954183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=6566323315657954183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6566323315657954183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6566323315657954183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/computer-processor.html' title='Computer Processor'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-1348594109080711611</id><published>2009-02-24T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:15:38.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely People Have A Weak Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaSbPcvASOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8nvvnyGFQJ8/s1600-h/f_emo64m_5eaf419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaSbPcvASOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8nvvnyGFQJ8/s400/f_emo64m_5eaf419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306536950662973666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="text full"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Psychologists affirm that &lt;strong&gt;loneliness&lt;/strong&gt; is not less dangerous for one than smoking and overweight, maybe even more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lack of relationships with other people not only makes us unhappy, but also influences negatively the health of our body and mind. These are the last scientific facts, received during a research.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The feeling of rejection or isolation increases the blood pressure, the level of stress and the general level of tiredness. It also increases the risk of the development of Alzheimer's disease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides, this feeling decreases the strength of one's will and insistence, which is reflected later on the capability of leading a healthy lifestyle, scientists report.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The received results were published by Professor &lt;strong&gt;John Kacioppo&lt;/strong&gt; from the University of Chicago in the annual conference of the American Association Favouring Science Development.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to Professor Kacioppo, loneliness not only leads to behaviour changes, but it is also related to the development of the normal blood flow's resistance through the cardiovascular system. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loneliness leads to the morning increase of the stress hormone's level (&lt;strong&gt;cortisol&lt;/strong&gt;), which, in its turn, influences the immune system, raises blood pressure and leads to the development of depression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loneliness or social isolation also lead to sleep disturbances and to a quick progression of Alzheimer's disease. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The professor affirms that, from the point of view of health, the difference between a lonely and a socially popular man is similar to the difference between "a smoker and a non-smoker".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This discovery has totally surprised us all – me and my colleagues – because of the consequences brought about by loneliness. This fact shows how important human communication is for every one of us", he says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Lonely people, as a rule, have a &lt;strong&gt;weak health&lt;/strong&gt;. They rarely make physical exercises and consume more calories. In order to feel comfortable, they eat more sweet and fat food. Loneliness also decreases the capability of self-control. It is very easy for these people to have 2 or 3 drinks of alcohol at the end of a bad day", the professor added.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Professor Kacioppo is the founder of a new subject, called &lt;strong&gt;social neurology&lt;/strong&gt;. According to him, the human necessity in other people has deep evolutional roots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the past, in order to survive people had to cooperate, besides it was easier for them to raise their children in this way. This is how, during the process of evolution, loneliness became a "signal" to action, to the necessity of repairing social relationships, as when physical pain is a signal of the necessity of changing one's behaviour, of not touching fire for example.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/health-fitness/lonely-people-have-a-weak-health.html"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/health-fitness/lonely-people-have-a-weak-health.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;samy said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cool information. Now I understand why people who are emo commit suicide. Being lonely is bad for the health..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-1348594109080711611?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/1348594109080711611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=1348594109080711611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1348594109080711611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1348594109080711611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/lonely-people-have-weak-health.html' title='Lonely People Have A Weak Health'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaSbPcvASOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8nvvnyGFQJ8/s72-c/f_emo64m_5eaf419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4045130027985949945</id><published>2009-02-22T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:32:43.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-year-old Girl Proves To Be Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaH30PDijtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NyfdzXi_7GQ/s1600-h/embryo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaH30PDijtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NyfdzXi_7GQ/s400/embryo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305794312785792722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors in Saudi Arabia have registered a truly phenomenal case. A 1-year-old girl had proved to be pregnant. Doctors that have been occupied with this case affirm that they haven't heard of such cases to happen anywhere in the world. The Arabian Mass-Media has already turned on the discussion about the possibility of drawing out the &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/unborn-twin.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unborn twin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from the little girl's body to be a crime.&lt;p&gt;As it turned out, the girl's mother during her &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/search/index.html?cx=partner-pub-3262283838900528%3Aujk9fhos9r8&amp;amp;cof=FORID%3A10&amp;amp;q=pregnancy&amp;amp;sa.x=11&amp;amp;sa.y=6#1145"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pregnancy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has had 2 embryos and one of them began to grow in the uterus of the second baby. Although considered phenomenal, such cases were previously knon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Indian town Nagpur is famous for its 36-years-old farmer, from whose body the doctors have drawn out the embryo of his brother-twin. It is curious the fact that the man has come to see the doctors only when his belly had turned so big that he couldn't breathe. When he was brought to the hospital, he was urgently sent to surgery. The surgeons were sure that the patient had a huge tumor, which was pressing on his diaphragm. During the surgery, the doctor has pulled out from the man's abdominal cavity a strange half-formed being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;India, 2002 - doctors took out an embryo out of the body of a 6-months-old boy. "We couldn't believe that we had taken out a dead embryo with a weight of 1 kg from the body of a child, whose weight was 6.5 kg. It's a very rare case," says Pradip Kumar Mukherdgey, the leading doctor of that group. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 years before that, doctors from another hospital of Calcutta had drawn out a foetus of 230g from the body of a 40-days new born.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such abnormality is called &lt;strong&gt;"fetus in fetu"&lt;/strong&gt;. Specialists say that these cases are extremely rare in the medical practice. An embryo appears in another embryo in one out of half-million pregnancies. This phenomenon takes place on an early stage of the pregnancy and, as a rule, both embryos die in the mother's uterus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It also happens that the delivery is successfull, but the embryo "caught in the trap" continues on living as a &lt;strong&gt;parasite&lt;/strong&gt;, connected to his elder brother with a sort of umbilical cord. For a certain period of time, the second embryo continues growing up equally with the other one, still remaining inside it, and when the process stops, the undeveloped foetus turns into a parasitical body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A foetus in a foetus is considered to be alive when the tissues of his organism are not dead or have not been removed yet. The embryo's cells must have a normal metabolism in order to be capable of living. From the point of view of physical development, even if the organs of the "fetus in fetu" receive a normal blood supply from the "master", still, in all of the cases known, the parasitical embryo had a set of critical defects. As a rule, his brain, heart, lungs, gastro-intestinal tract do not function properly. Thus, the foetus in a foetus has no chances to survive beneath the limits of the brother's body. Besides, its existence is a &lt;strong&gt;real threat&lt;/strong&gt; for the normal twin brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/health-fitness/year-old-girl-proves-to-be-pregnant.html"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/health-fitness/year-old-girl-proves-to-be-pregnant.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;samy said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;There are mysteries in the world that only experts can explain, but not always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4045130027985949945?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4045130027985949945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4045130027985949945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4045130027985949945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4045130027985949945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-year-old-girl-proves-to-be-pregnant.html' title='1-year-old Girl Proves To Be Pregnant'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaH30PDijtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NyfdzXi_7GQ/s72-c/embryo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-2526582153450042990</id><published>2009-02-22T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:28:05.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses Never Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaFSepHr6kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GyWbhSIX6iA/s1600-h/kisses-do-not-lie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaFSepHr6kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GyWbhSIX6iA/s400/kisses-do-not-lie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305612522406799938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a saying, eyes are mirror reflection of the soul. But British scientists from the University of Belfast affirm that eyes can lie, while &lt;strong&gt;lips&lt;/strong&gt; can never do that. The way one kisses can say a lot about him/her, all-biz.info reports.&lt;p&gt;For example, the majority of men and women, circa 80 per cent of them, tend to incline towards the right side before kissing, which is a proof of a high level of &lt;strong&gt;sensibility&lt;/strong&gt;, while the rest of 20 per cent, who incline their heads to the left side, have a very &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/search/index.html?q=low+emotional+level&amp;amp;cx=partner-pub-3262283838900528%3Aujk9fhos9r8&amp;amp;cof=FORID%3A10&amp;amp;sa.x=45&amp;amp;sa.y=10#1085"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;low emotional level&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This affirmation scientists explain by the fact that, as it is known, every hemisphere of the brain is responsible for the opposite side of the body, that's why, when opening the left cheek to the partner, precisely the right hemisphere, responsible for our emotional-sensitive sphere, influences our actions. On the contrary, by opening the left cheek to the partner while kissing, one is led by &lt;strong&gt;cold mathematical reasons&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people consider that, during a kiss, partners interchange a lot of pathogenic &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/bacteria-and-microorganisms.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bacteria and microorganisms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but scientists say that it's not that bad: &lt;strong&gt;kisses&lt;/strong&gt; consolidate the nervous system, making us more resistant to psychological problems. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The proof to this is the following: German scientists have established that the ones who kiss more often live in average with 5 years more than those who don't like kissing. Besides, the persons from the first group also are rarely involved in car accidents, suffer less from professional diseases and, more than that, they receive higher salaries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This isn't surprising since one's psychological state of mind, consolidated by kissing, becomes more stable, which, without doubt, has a positive influence on all aspects of life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another interesting fact is that a lovers' kiss not only has an emotional energy, but also a complicated hormonal and chemical composition. Some studies determined that during kissing the level of &lt;strong&gt;cortisol&lt;/strong&gt; in the organisms of the lovers is lowered. Cortisol is a hormone responsible for the intensity of stress and general anxiety. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Researchers also established that, in the same time, in men the activeness of the hormone &lt;strong&gt;oxytocin&lt;/strong&gt; is increased (the increasing, in its turn, the general level of their tonus) and in women it is lowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/health-fitness/kisses-never-lie.html"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/health-fitness/kisses-never-lie.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;samy said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;it is really great to get a kiss ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;kiss is healthy, so let us find somebody to kiss ^^ LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-2526582153450042990?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/2526582153450042990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=2526582153450042990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/2526582153450042990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/2526582153450042990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/kisses-never-lie.html' title='Kisses Never Lie'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaFSepHr6kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GyWbhSIX6iA/s72-c/kisses-do-not-lie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-8483212564792529185</id><published>2009-02-21T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:47:10.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Google Searches Emit as Much CO2 as Boiling a Kettle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaCuV2L8QpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q7XXJyClQuw/s1600-h/google-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaCuV2L8QpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q7XXJyClQuw/s400/google-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305432051388531346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to researchers from the United States, performing two searches on number one search engine, &lt;strong&gt;Google&lt;/strong&gt;, can produce the same mount of &lt;strong&gt;CO2&lt;/strong&gt; as boiling a kettle. They found that one search generates around 7 grams of &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/carbon-dioxide.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carbon dioxide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, while boiling a kettle produces about 15 grams.  &lt;p&gt;When a search is made, several Google servers that can be located miles apart, compete to return the &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/search/index.html?cx=partner-pub-3262283838900528%3Aujk9fhos9r8&amp;amp;cof=FORID%3A10&amp;amp;q=search+results+in+the+quickest+time&amp;amp;sa.x=2&amp;amp;sa.y=12#1102"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;search results in the quickest time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Their primary concern is to make searches fast and that means they have a lot of extra capacity that burns energy,"&lt;/em&gt; says Alex Wissner-Gross, a physicist from Harvard University, adding that the accuracy and the speed of Google are those that produce a large amount of CO2 due to the energy and electricity used to bring the results. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The California-based company owns around &lt;strong&gt;450,000 servers worldwide&lt;/strong&gt;, these processing the demand of over &lt;strong&gt;200 million daily search inquiries&lt;/strong&gt;. The infrastructure of Google transmits information from the server that produces the search result quicker. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alex Wissner-Gross made a research on Google's influence on the environment. &lt;em&gt;"Google operates huge data centers around the world that consume a great deal of power,"&lt;/em&gt; he says. According to the physicist, the data centers are very efficient; however, their main goal is to perform quick searches, which leads to the use of a lot of energy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;According to Google officials, the company tries to take effective steps towards lowering the emission of carbon dioxide. Nonetheless Google has never presented any information on energy it spends or CO2 the company emits. &lt;em&gt;"We are among the most efficient of all internet search providers,"&lt;/em&gt; said a spokesman for the company. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another analysis was carried out by John Buckley, working on the website called &lt;script&gt; document.write(Mk('%3Db%21isfg%3E%23iuuq%3B00xxx/dbscpogppuqsjou/dpn%23%21ubshfu%3E%23%60cmbol%23%3Fdbscpogppuqsjou/dpn%3D0b%3F')) &lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carbonfootprint.com/" target="_blank"&gt;carbonfootprint.com&lt;/a&gt;, a British environmental site. It states that the emissions of carbon dioxide produced by one search ranges between 1g and 10g. It is the first time that scientists show the impact of computers and Internet use on the environment. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The data presented by Garnet, a US research company, the use of IT worldwide today causes around 2 percent of global carbon dioxide emissions. The emissions of CO2, produced by computer use today, outrun that of aviation industry. It is worth mentioning that last year the profits of number one search engine rose to about $6 billion, making Google one of the most popular brands in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/environment/google-emits-carbon-dioxide.html"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/environment/google-emits-carbon-dioxide.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;samy said;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Technology is indeed the enemy of environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-8483212564792529185?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/8483212564792529185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=8483212564792529185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/8483212564792529185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/8483212564792529185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-google-searches-emit-as-much-co2-as.html' title='Two Google Searches Emit as Much CO2 as Boiling a Kettle'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaCuV2L8QpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q7XXJyClQuw/s72-c/google-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-397139699242208304</id><published>2009-02-21T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:50:57.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Verse or Prose Helps Brain Regulate Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaAw6jxqq0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/P6qQ5pfCLVQ/s1600-h/writing-about-fears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaAw6jxqq0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/P6qQ5pfCLVQ/s400/writing-about-fears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305294143636548418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers from the &lt;strong&gt;University of California&lt;/strong&gt; claim that writing poems is good for a person's &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/search/index.html?q=mental+and+physical+health&amp;amp;cx=partner-pub-3262283838900528%3Aujk9fhos9r8&amp;amp;cof=FORID%3A10&amp;amp;sa.x=43&amp;amp;sa.y=6#1068"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental and physical health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The process of writing a poem helps our brain to regulate emotion, and decrease the feeling of nervousness, fear and sadness.  &lt;p&gt;According to the researchers, writing about personal experience has a therapeutic effect due to the fact that the process holds back parts of the brain that are related to &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/emotional-disorder.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotional disorder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and boosts the activity in the area that deals with &lt;strong&gt;self-control&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It doesn't matter if a person is a good writer or not. In fact, experts suggest that the simpler a verse or prose is written, the better. Currently experts are looking forward to developing special therapies based on their discovery. The therapies could be used to treat social fears and phobias. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The lead researcher of the study is &lt;strong&gt;Dr Matthew Lieberman&lt;/strong&gt;, who is a neuroscientist at the University of California. The study and its results the scientist presented at the &lt;strong&gt;American Association for the Advancement of Science&lt;/strong&gt; where he carried out a lecture entitled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Putting Feelings Into Words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He demonstrated the effect of writing after scanning the brains of 30 patients while they characterized distressing images. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dr Lieberman discovered that the act of writing reduced the activity in the amygdala, which is an area of the brain that is related to emotion and fear. At the same time, writing raised activity in the pre-frontal cortex, the mind's regulator. The finding suggests that a simple act of writing about an emotion represented a method of calming down the brain and recreating mental balance. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The more frontal activity we see, the less amygdala response. There seems to be a see-saw affect,"&lt;/em&gt; says the scientist. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another experiment involved the action of writing used in combination with exposure therapy for people who suffer from &lt;strong&gt;arachnophobia (fear of spiders)&lt;/strong&gt;. Experts discovered that writing about their fears increased the effect of the therapy compared to those who did not describe their feeling on the paper. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People expressing negative emotional responses in words while being exposed gave them greater attenuation (reduction) of fear,"&lt;/em&gt; says Dr Lieberman. The effect of the therapy was even stronger if patients were more descriptive in their fears. In addition, the scientist mentioned that writing in long-hand proved to be more effective than typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/science/writing-verse-or-prose-helps-brain-regulate-emotions.html"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/science/writing-verse-or-prose-helps-brain-regulate-emotions.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-397139699242208304?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/397139699242208304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=397139699242208304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/397139699242208304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/397139699242208304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-verse-or-prose-helps-brain.html' title='Writing Verse or Prose Helps Brain Regulate Emotions'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SaAw6jxqq0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/P6qQ5pfCLVQ/s72-c/writing-about-fears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-7471472758192253754</id><published>2009-02-17T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:28:01.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientists Discover Substance Harder than Diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SZrXZyuIKpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4W17iuLfH6U/s1600-h/hard-diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SZrXZyuIKpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4W17iuLfH6U/s400/hard-diamond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303788349294127762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/diamond.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diamond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has been considered the hardest material. Then it gave the first place to &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/search/index.html?q=man-made+nanomaterials&amp;amp;cx=partner-pub-3262283838900528%3Aujk9fhos9r8&amp;amp;cof=FORID%3A10&amp;amp;sa.x=38&amp;amp;sa.y=7#1192"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;man-made nanomaterials&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that proved to be somewhat harder than the diamond. Recently researchers discovered a natural substance that is 58 percent tougher than diamond. &lt;p&gt;Together with his team Zicheng Pan at &lt;strong&gt;Shanghai Jiao Tong University&lt;/strong&gt; analyzed two substances and noticed that the structure of &lt;strong&gt;wurtzite boron nitride&lt;/strong&gt; is similar to that of diamond, but is composed of different atoms, while the &lt;strong&gt;mineral lonsdaleite&lt;/strong&gt;, is composed of carbon atoms. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is worth mentioning that diamond is made up of carbon atoms as well, but mineral lonsdaleite's atoms are arranged in a different shape. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scientists simulated how the two substances withstand stress. They found that wurtzide boron nitride was able to withstand 18% more stress than diamond, while lonsdaleite 58% more. In case the same results will be registered with physical experiments, the two materials will prove to be much harder than any other substance. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The two substances are very rare in nature: lonsdaleite sometimes appears when &lt;strong&gt;meteorites containing graphite&lt;/strong&gt; reach Earth and wurtzite boron nitride appears as a result of &lt;strong&gt;volcanic eruptions&lt;/strong&gt; that generate extremely high temperatures and pressures, reports &lt;script&gt; document.write(Mk('%3Db%21isfg%3E%23iuuq%3B00xxx/ofxtdjfoujtu/dpn0bsujdmf0eo27721.ejbnpoe.op.mpohfs.obuvsft.ibseftu.nbufsjbm/iunm%23%21ubshfu%3E%23%60cmbol%23%3FOfx%21Tdjfoujtu%3D0b%3F')) &lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn16610-diamond-no-longer-natures-hardest-material.html" target="_blank"&gt;New Scientist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If the physical experiments will show that wurtzite boron nitride is indeed harder than diamond it may replace the diamond, being more stable in oxygen at higher temperatures. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The features of the substance would allow placing the wurtzite boron nitride on the tips of cutting and drilling devices that operate at high temperatures. Besides wurtzite boron nitride could be used in making &lt;strong&gt;corrosion resistant films&lt;/strong&gt; that are mounted on the surface of a space vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;source:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/science/substance-harder-than-diamond.html"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/science/substance-harder-than-diamond.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-7471472758192253754?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/7471472758192253754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=7471472758192253754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/7471472758192253754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/7471472758192253754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/scientists-discover-substance-harder.html' title='Scientists Discover Substance Harder than Diamond'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SZrXZyuIKpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4W17iuLfH6U/s72-c/hard-diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-6973406988677838613</id><published>2009-02-09T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:59:03.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of Tutankhamen ( Is it real? or Is it a Coincidence?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SZA78naEv7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/tm69NYLNpqY/s1600-h/tut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SZA78naEv7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/tm69NYLNpqY/s400/tut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300802673971609522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;" font=""  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Of the original team of archaeologists who were present when the ancient tomb of the boy king Tutankhamun was opened, only one lived to a ripe old age. Was this a bizarre coincidence? Or was it the manifestation of a curse that had passed down through the centuries - a curse too sinister, too mysterious and too lethal for the modern world to comprehend? And a curse that is still exacting its deadly toll today... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The final wall of the sealed burial chamber of the boy pharaoh was breached for the first time in 3,000 years on 17 February 1923. Archaeologist Howard Carter whispered breathlessly that he could see `things, wonderful things' as he gazed in awe at the treasures of Tutankhamun. As Carter, together with fanatical Egyptologist Lord Carnarvon, looked at the treasures of gold, gems, precious stones and other priceless relics, they ignored the dire warning written all those centuries ago to ward off grave robbers. In the ancient hieroglyphics above their heads, it read: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;`Death will come to those who disturb the sleep of the pharaohs.'  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The final blow of the excavators' pick had set free the Curse of the Pharaoh. Lord Carnarvon had never taken lightly the threats of ancient Egypt's high priests. In England before his expedition had set out, he had consulted a famous mystic of the day, Count Hamon, who warned him: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Lord Carnarvon not to enter tomb. Disobey at peril. If ignored will suffer sickness. Not recover. Death will claim him in Egypt.' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two separate visits to mediums in England had also prophesied his impending doom. But for Carter and Lord Carnarvon, who had financed the dig culminating in history's greatest archaeological find, all thoughts of curses and hocus-pocus were forgotten as they revelled in the joy of the victorious end to the dig. The site of Luxor had escaped the attentions of grave robbers down through the centuries, and the treasure-packed tomb was a find beyond compare. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The accolades of the world's academics rained down on him and his team. The praise of museums and seats of learning as far apart as Cairo and California was heaped on them. Carnarvon revelled in the glittering prize of fame - little knowing that he had but two months to enjoy the fruits of his success. On 5 April 1923, just 47 days after breaching the chamber into Tutankhamun's resting place, Carnarvon, aged 57, died in agony - the victim, apparently, of an infected mosquito bite. At the moment of his death in the Continental Hotel, Cairo, the lights in the city went out in unison, and stayed off for some minutes. And if further proof were needed that it was indeed a strange force that was at work, thousands of miles away in England, at Lord Carnarvon's country house, his dog began baying and howling - a blood-curdling, unnatural lament which shocked the domestic staff deep in the middle of the night. It continued until one last whine, when the tormented creature turned over and died. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The newspapers of the day were quick to speculate that such eerie happenings were caused by the curse, an untapped source of evil which Carnarvon and Carter had unleashed. Their sensational conclusion was reinforced when, two days after Carnarvon's death, the mummified body of the pharaoh was examined and a blemish was found on his left cheek exactly in the position of the mosquito bite on Carnarvon's face. Perhaps this could have been passed off as coincidence had it not been for the bizarre chain of deaths that were to follow. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortly after Carnarvon's demise, another archaeologist, Arthur Mace, a leading member of the expedition, went into a coma at the Hotel Continental after complaining of tiredness. He died soon afterwards, leaving the expedition medic and local doctors baffled. The deaths continued. A close friend of Carnarvon, George Gould, made the voyage to Egypt when he learned of his fate. Before leaving the port to travel to Cairo he looked in at the tomb. The following day he collapsed with a high fever; twelve hours later he was dead. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Radiologist Archibald Reid, a man who used the latest X-ray techniques to determine the age and possible cause of death of Tutankhamun, was sent back to England after complaining of exhaustion. He died soon after landing. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carnarvon's personal secretary, Richard Bethell, was found dead in bed from heart failure four months after the discovery of the tomb. The casualties continued to mount. Joel Wool, a leading British industrialist of the time, visited the site and was dead a few months later from a fever which doctors could not comprehend. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six years after the discovery,12 of those present when the tomb was opened were dead. Within a further seven years only two of the original team of excavators were still alive. Lord Carnarvon's half-brother apparently took his own life while temporarily insane, and a further 21 people connected in some way with the dig, were also dead. Of the original pioneers of the excavation, only Howard Carter lived to a ripe old age, dying in 1939 from natural causes. Others have not been so fortunate. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While countless Egyptologists and academics have tried to debunk the legend of the curse as pure myth, others have continued to fall victim to it's influence... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mohammed Ibrahim, Egypt's director of antiquities, in 1966 argued with the government against letting the treasures from the tomb leave Egypt for an exhibition in Paris. He pleaded with the authorities to allow the relics to stay in Cairo because he had suffered terrible nightmares of what would happen to him if they left the country. Ibrahim left a final meeting with the government officials, stepped out into what looked like a clear road on a bright sunny day, was hit by a car and died instantly. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perhaps even more bizarre was the case of Richard Adamson who by 1969 was the sole surviving member of the 1923 expedition. Adamson had lost his wife within 24 hours of speaking out against the curse. His son broke his back in an aircraft crash when he spoke out again. Still skeptical, Adamson, who had worked as a security guard for Lord Carnarvon, defied the curse and ave an interview on British television, in which he still said that he did not believe in the curse. Later that evening, as he left the television studios, he was thrown from his taxi when it crashed, a swerving lorry missed his head by inches, and he was put in hospital with fractures and bruises. It was only then that the stoic Mr Adamson, then aged 70, was forced to admit: `Until now I refused to believe that my family's misfortunes had anything to do with the curse. But now I am not so sure.' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perhaps the most amazing manifestation of the curse came in 1972, when the treasures of the tomb were transported to London for a prestigious exhibition at the British Museum. Victim number one was Dr Gamal Mehrez, Ibrahim's successor in Cairo as director of antiquities. He scoffed at the legend, saying that his whole life had been spent in Egyptology and that all the deaths and misfortune through the decades had been the result of `pure coincidence'. He died the night after supervising the packaging of the relics for transport to England by a Royal Air Force plane. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The crew members of that aircraft suffered death, injury, misfortune and disaster in the years that followed their cursed flight. Flight Lieutenant Rick Laurie died in 1976 from a heart attack. His wife declared: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;`It's the curse of Tutankhamun - the curse has killed him.'  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ken Parkinson, a flight engineer suffered a heart attack each year at the same time as the flight aboard the Britannia aircraft which brought the treasures to England until a final fatal one in 1978. Before their mission to Egypt neither of the servicemen had suffered any heart trouble, and had been pronounced fit by military doctors. During the flight, Chief Technical Officer Ian Lansdown kicked the crate that contained the death mask of the boy king, `I've just kicked the most expensive thing in the world,' he quipped. Later on disembarking from the aircraft on another mission, a ladder mysteriously broke beneath him and the leg he had kicked the crate with was badly broken. It was in plaster for nearly six months. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flight Lieutenant Jim Webb, who was aboard the aircraft, lost everything he owned after a fire devastated his home. A steward, Brian Rounsfall, confessed to playing cards on the sarcophagus of Tutankhamun on the flight home and suffered two heart attacks. And a woman officer on board the plane was forced to leave the RAF after having a serious operation. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The mystery remains. Were all those poor souls down the years merely the victims of some gigantic set of coincidences? Or did the priestly guardians of the tomb's dark secrets really exert supernatural forces which heaped so much misery and suffering on those who invaded their sacred chambers - and exact a terrible punishment on the despoilers of the magnificent graves of their noble dead? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most intriguing theory to explain the legend of the curse was advanced by atomic scientist Louis Bulgarini in 1949. He wrote: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;`It is definitely possible that the ancient Egyptians use atomic radiation to protect their holy places. The floors of the tombs could have been covered with uranium. Or the graves could have been finished with radioactive rock. Rock containing both gold and uranium was mined in Egypt. Such radiation could kill a man today.' &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="courier new" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;www.qsl.net&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Samy said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Since I was a kid, I really love mysteries, especially things that were unusual like different forms of writing of different nations. But my curiosity about hieroglyphs and Egyptians made me more interested in reading about pharaohs. And I found out the fact about the youngest king of Egypt, Tutankhamen or King Tut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;During those time, I was really amazed on how the Egyptians gave importance to the King. My theory was, because of being the youngest king to rule Egypt, his people loved him for being a good ruler. But that was only a theory of mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Then later on, after reading the facts about him, the dig of his tomb caught my attention. Its because of the materials used to make his coffin. But there was a line in that article in the magazine  that I was reading that there was a curse in the chamber of the king but they did not give further information about that matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I got so curious about the curse. I did a lot of reading to get what I want to know about that curse. Then years passed by until this time that we, in the English class of Philippine Christian University was given a requirement to make a personal blog to put our reading assignments here. A lot of things to this assignment, I found what I am looking for-for a very long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-6973406988677838613?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/6973406988677838613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=6973406988677838613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6973406988677838613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/6973406988677838613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/curse-of-tutankhamen-is-it-real-or-is.html' title='The Curse of Tutankhamen ( Is it real? or Is it a Coincidence?)'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SZA78naEv7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/tm69NYLNpqY/s72-c/tut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-783506400358562780</id><published>2009-02-07T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:00:37.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gloomy Sunday" (The Deadliest Song Ever Created)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT PLAY THE VIDEO IF YOU ARE DEPRESSED!&lt;br /&gt;BETTER READ THE ARTICLE FIRST BEFORE PLAYING IT. IT COULD END UP YOUR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-381cb03d785da9fb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D381cb03d785da9fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331182312%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71E5069B0CF2BB39932BB26E3033829FB81F6AAC.7F677DE20432D61F854BCC12EE7C86F77BD008C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D381cb03d785da9fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJXIAFm6EgN4NpesutH74MiXq0KQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D381cb03d785da9fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331182312%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71E5069B0CF2BB39932BB26E3033829FB81F6AAC.7F677DE20432D61F854BCC12EE7C86F77BD008C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D381cb03d785da9fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJXIAFm6EgN4NpesutH74MiXq0KQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;In December, 1932, a down and out Hungarian named Reszo Seress was trying to make a living as a songwriter in Paris, but kept failing miserably. All of his compositions failed to impress the music publishers of France, but Seress carried on chasing his dream nevertheless. He was determined to become an internationally famous songwriter. His girlfriend had constant rows with him over the insecurity of his ambitious life. She urged him to get a full-time 9 to 5 job, but Seress was uncompromising. He told her he was to be a songwriter or a hobo, and that was that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; One afternoon, things finally came to a head. Seress and h&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;is fiancée had a fierce row over his utter failure as a composer, and the couple parted with angry words.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; On the day after the row - which happened to be a Sunday - Seress sat at the piano in his apartment, gazing morosely through the window at the Parisian skyline. Outside, storm-clouds gathered in the grey sky, and soon the heavy rain began to pelt down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; "What a gloomy Sunday" Seress said to himself as he played about on the piano's ivories, and quite suddenly, his hands began to play a strange melancholy melody that seemed to encapsulate the downhearted way he was feeling over his quarrel with his girl and the state of the dispiriting weather.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; "Yes, Gloomy Sunday! That will be the title of my new song" muttered Seress, excitedly, and he grabbed a pencil and wrote the notes down on an old postcard. T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;hirty minutes later he had completed the song.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; Seress sent his composition off to a music publisher and waited for acceptance with a lot more hope than he usually had in his heart. A few days later, the song-sheet was returned with a rejection note stapled to it that stated: "Gloomy Sunday has a weird but highly depressing melody and rhythm, and we are sorry to say that we cannot use it."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; The song was sent off again to another publisher, and this time it was accepted. The music publisher told Seress that his song would soon be distributed to all the major cities of the world. The young Hungarian was ecstatic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; But a few months after Gloomy Sunday was pr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;inted, there were a spate of strange occurrences that were allegedly sparked off by the new song. In Berlin, a young man requested a band to play Gloomy Sunday, and after the number was performed, the man went home and blasted himself in the head with a revolver after complaining to relatives that he felt severely depressed by the melody of a new song which he couldn't get out of his head. That song was Gloomy Sunday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; A week later in the same city, a young female shop assistant was found hanging from a rope in her flat. Police who investigated the suicide found a copy of the sheet-music to Gloomy Sunday in the dead girl's bedroom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; Two days after that tragedy, a young secretary in New Yo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;rk gassed herself, and in a suicide note she requested Gloomy Sunday to be played at her funeral. Weeks later, another New Yorker, aged 82, jumped to his death from the window of his seventh-story apartment after playing the 'deadly' song on his piano. Around the same time, a teenager in Rome who had heard the unlucky tune jumped off a bridge to his death.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; The newspapers of the world were quick to report other deaths associated with Seress' song. One newspaper covered the case of a woman in North London who had been playing a 78 recording of Gloomy Sunday at full volume, infuriating and frightening her neighbors, who had read of the fatalities supposedly caused by the tune. The stylus finally became trapped in a groove, and the same piece of the song played over and over. The neighbors hammered on the woman's door but there was no answer, so they forced the door open - only to find the woman dead in her chair from an overdose of barbiturates.&lt;up&gt; As the months went by, a steady stream of bizarre and disturbing deaths that were alleged to be connected to Gloomy Sunday persuaded the chiefs at the B&lt;/up&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;up&gt;BC to ban the seemingly accursed song from the airwaves.&lt;up&gt; Back in France, Rizzo Seress, the man who had composed the controversial song, was also to experience the adverse effects of his creation. He wrote to his ex-fiancée, pleading for a reconciliation. But several days later came the most awful, shocking news. Seress learned from the police that his sweetheart had poisoned herself. And by her side, a copy of the sheet music to Gloomy Sunday was found.&lt;/up&gt;&lt;/up&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:COMIC SANS MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; At the end of the 1930s, when the world was plunged into the war against Hitler, Seress' inauspicious song was quickly forgotten in the global turmoil, but the sheet-music to the dreaded song is still available (on the Net too) to those who are curious to know if the morbid melody can still exert its deadly influence... &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TiOyvxgcob4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TiOyvxgcob4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qsl.net/w5www/gloomy.html"&gt;http://www.qsl.net/w5www/gloomy.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qsl.net/w5www/gloomy.html"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-783506400358562780?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=381cb03d785da9fb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/783506400358562780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=783506400358562780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/783506400358562780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/783506400358562780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/gloomy-sunday-deadliest-song-ever.html' title='&quot;Gloomy Sunday&quot; (The Deadliest Song Ever Created)'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4063953994069615767</id><published>2009-02-07T02:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:20:35.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Exercise in Adobe Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SY1ft2Z_17I/AAAAAAAAADw/aNiJt7o5bn4/s1600-h/samy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SY1ft2Z_17I/AAAAAAAAADw/aNiJt7o5bn4/s400/samy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299997577788250034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image is actually two different images combined into one to make an illusion that both scaters are racing with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The tools used in this photo manipulating are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crop tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Move tool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free Transform&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4063953994069615767?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4063953994069615767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4063953994069615767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4063953994069615767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4063953994069615767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-exercise-in-adobe-photoshop.html' title='First Exercise in Adobe Photoshop'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SY1ft2Z_17I/AAAAAAAAADw/aNiJt7o5bn4/s72-c/samy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-1914032302331637245</id><published>2009-02-07T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:15:35.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Output In Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SY1excaURBI/AAAAAAAAADo/6gD6OYvfwGA/s1600-h/abe+sam+lodor+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SY1excaURBI/AAAAAAAAADo/6gD6OYvfwGA/s400/abe+sam+lodor+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299996540018115602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our first output in Photoshop. Combining different pictures to form another image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-1914032302331637245?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/1914032302331637245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=1914032302331637245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1914032302331637245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1914032302331637245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-output-in-photoshop.html' title='First Output In Photoshop'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SY1excaURBI/AAAAAAAAADo/6gD6OYvfwGA/s72-c/abe+sam+lodor+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-1034740650621253392</id><published>2009-02-03T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:12:01.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYki_joXa1I/AAAAAAAAADg/smOXmCBffuE/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYki_joXa1I/AAAAAAAAADg/smOXmCBffuE/s400/house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298804911869750098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us has a dream of having the perfect house in the future.&lt;br /&gt;This photo shows my dream house. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-1034740650621253392?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/1034740650621253392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=1034740650621253392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1034740650621253392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1034740650621253392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dream-house.html' title='My Dream House'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYki_joXa1I/AAAAAAAAADg/smOXmCBffuE/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-8378107388944900739</id><published>2009-02-03T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:16:50.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys with Unpopular Names More Prone to Commit Crime?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYkInOKoHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/kPZZEX_gnhA/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYkInOKoHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/kPZZEX_gnhA/s400/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298775906488688130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the results of a study carried out by economists at the &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/search/index.html?cx=partner-pub-3262283838900528%3Aujk9fhos9r8&amp;amp;cof=FORID%3A10&amp;amp;q=Shippensburg+University+in+Pennsylvania&amp;amp;sa.x=19&amp;amp;sa.y=15#1051"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shippensburg University in Pennsylvania&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the more atypical is a boy's name the greater is the probability he will &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/commit-crimes-as-a-teenager.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;commit crimes as a teenager&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;p&gt;The goal of the researchers was to analyze the &lt;em&gt;"the relationship between first name popularity and juvenile delinquency"&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Two researchers, David E. Kalist and Daniel Y. Lee, made a comparison of the first names of adolescent offenders in one of US states with the first names of youngsters that are part of the general population of that state. Each name has been assigned, what researchers call &lt;strong&gt;popularity-name index&lt;/strong&gt; or PNI. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The assignment was based on the number of people with a certain name and the likelihood of that name to be linked with criminal behavior. Thus for the name Michael, the popularity-name index is 100 while foe the name David the PNI is 50. For less common names, including Alec, Ernest, Ivan, Kareem, and Malcolm the PNI was around 1. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During the analysis of young criminals, researchers found a dissimilar distribution of names compared to that of the youngsters from the general population. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The results of the study showed that young people with less common name were more likely to commit crimes, regardless of their race. The research and its results were included in a report entitled &lt;strong&gt;First Names and Crime: Does Unpopularity Spell Trouble?&lt;/strong&gt; The report was published in the journal &lt;strong&gt;Social Science Quarterly&lt;/strong&gt;. It outlines the fact that the names themselves are less likely to be the reason for illegal actions. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The study says that young people will less common names are more likely to get involved in a crime due to the fact that they &lt;em&gt;"are treated differently by their peers, making it more difficult for them to form relationships"&lt;/em&gt;. The authors of the research also mentioned that teenagers with unpopular names are more likely to commit crimes due to the fact that they consciously or unconsciously hate their names. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In conclusion the authors of the study state that &lt;em&gt;"First name characteristics may be an important factor to help identify individuals at high risk of committing or recommitting crime, leading to more effective and targeted intervention programs"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/science/boys-with-unpopular-names-more-prone-to-commit-crime.html"&gt;www.infoniac.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Samy said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;This information is amazing. It gives idea to what name will I give to my son or daughter in the future. But on the other hand, I think it depends on the person and how he or she is guided by his/her parents and the environment they belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-8378107388944900739?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/8378107388944900739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=8378107388944900739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/8378107388944900739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/8378107388944900739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/boys-with-unpopular-names-more-prone-to.html' title='Boys with Unpopular Names More Prone to Commit Crime?'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYkInOKoHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/kPZZEX_gnhA/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-320824640256434155</id><published>2009-02-01T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:08:02.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt Is Good For Our Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYZxljXCV3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ShFYmK3_rlE/s1600-h/goinggoing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYZxljXCV3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ShFYmK3_rlE/s400/goinggoing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298046901608929138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, an interesting article about the use of belly parasites, viruses and bacteria was published in &lt;strong&gt;The New York Times&lt;/strong&gt; by the correspondent Jane Braudey.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;It is widely known that children tend to put into their mouths all that comes into their hands, and that also includes all types of &lt;strong&gt;dirt&lt;/strong&gt;. It is considered that they do it instinctively. "Since instinctive models of behaviour give an evolutionary advantage (on the contrary, they wouldn't have been saved for so many years), there exists the possibility that this one also helped the human beings survive", Braudey says. She also affirms that there exist serious proofs for the hypothesis, according to which dirt is useful for our health.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;The mechanism of the useful influence of microorganisms, viruses and parasites on the human organism is the following: being introduced into the organism, they stimulate the development of the healthy &lt;strong&gt;immune system&lt;/strong&gt;. More than that, according to some data of unfinished yet researches, belly worms even help repair some "mistakes" in the immune system, which lead, in their turn, to asthma, allergy and autoimmune diseases.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;The microbiologist-immunologist Mary Rubush, who recently published a book called "Why Dirt Is Good", has claimed in an interview in The New York Times that "by introducing different objects into their mouths, children give their immune systems the opportunity to study their surroundings".&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;This is absolutely necessary for the right functioning of the immune system, because in a newborn "it's similar to an unprogrammed computer. It needs instructions", says Dr. Joel Weinstock from the Medicine Center Tufts in Boston. According to him, "the majority of &lt;strong&gt;belly worms&lt;/strong&gt; are harmless, especially for people who eat well".&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly worms&lt;/strong&gt; have a very good influence on the human immune system, according to Dr. David Elliot who's a gastroenterologist at the University of Iowa. Together with Weinstock, they made experiments on mice, during which, with the help of worms, they could not only prevent autoimmune diseases, but also treat them. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Dr. Rubush recommends refusing the use of antibacterial soap, in order not to kill the necessary human bacteria. He advices using common soap, and, in its absence, cleaning the hands with special alcoholic solutions. Dr. Weinstock goes far than that: he advices letting children out barefooted, allowing them playing in the dirt and not to wash their hands before eating, and, for a better effect, living with a pair of dogs and a cat in the same house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/health-fitness/dirt-is-good-for-our-health.html"&gt;www.infoniac.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Samy said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This is amazing. I can't imagine myself with belly worms inside my tummy. I used to hate worms, but not anymore. Thanks to this information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-320824640256434155?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/320824640256434155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=320824640256434155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/320824640256434155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/320824640256434155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/02/dirt-is-good-for-our-health.html' title='Dirt Is Good For Our Health'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYZxljXCV3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ShFYmK3_rlE/s72-c/goinggoing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-1889838632461644366</id><published>2009-01-27T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:56:19.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Want To Live Longer? - Be Positive, Believe And Work"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYAOvkDtd3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ctCgkC5XVFI/s1600-h/smile-optimism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYAOvkDtd3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ctCgkC5XVFI/s400/smile-optimism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296249372083582834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to &lt;strong&gt;prolong&lt;/strong&gt; your life by 8 full years you must be &lt;strong&gt;optimist&lt;/strong&gt;. This is the advice given by American scientists from a clinic in Mayo.     &lt;p&gt;They have established that optimistic people not only have a more interesting and filled with different positive events lifestyle, but they also get sick less. As it turned out, a person's mood and his attitude towards the surrounding world directly influence the capability of his &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/immune-system.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;immune system&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to overcome and &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/search/index.html?cx=partner-pub-3262283838900528%3Aujk9fhos9r8&amp;amp;cof=FORID%3A10&amp;amp;q=prevent+different+diseases&amp;amp;sa.x=19&amp;amp;sa.y=17#1127"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prevent different diseases&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This information has been published in "&lt;strong&gt;How to add supplementary years to your life&lt;/strong&gt;", a book which must appear this same year.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;In its turn, active &lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt; adds 7 years to human life, as it was counted by specialists from a university in the American state Iowa. They have found out that even if one attends church once a week, it positively influences his/her life length. Attending church can be replaced by individual meditation, but this will add only 3 supplementary years to life, according to researchers. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recently Western researches have proved that &lt;strong&gt;mental activity&lt;/strong&gt;, including reading newspapers, visiting museums, listening to the radio, solving crosswords, Internet navigation also increase life's length by 7 years. In addition, all these activities decrease the risk of Alzheimer's disease development in an older age. Active sexual life can add up to 4 years and a beautiful view out of the window of your house – up to 2 years. A pet will prolong your life by 2 years. A regular sleep after lunch will prolong it by a year, with the condition that it lasts not more than 30 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Another theory has been put forward by specialists from California. They have come to the conclusion that &lt;strong&gt;hard work&lt;/strong&gt; is the main cause of a happy and long life. This is due to the fact that hard work guarantees quite useful personality qualities.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;People who work too much are usually ambitious, organized and conscientious. These are the qualities that prolong life by 4 years, according to scientists. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Self-discipline also makes many bad human habits disappear and allows one to be more resistant to stress.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Besides, hard-working people are more careful, reliable, rational and polite. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These are the conclusions made on the basis of 20 researches dedicated to the influence of work on the psychological and physical state of health of people, with the participation of more than 8900 volunteers from USA, Canada, Japan, Germany, Norway and Switzerland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/health-fitness/want-to-live-longer-be-positive-believe-and-work.html"&gt;www.infoniac.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Samy said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This is great. If I we want to have a long life, all we need to do is to work hard. It adds more years to our life and it gives us motivation to our work to earn more money. Isn't that great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-1889838632461644366?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/1889838632461644366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=1889838632461644366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1889838632461644366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/1889838632461644366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/01/want-to-live-longer-be-positive-believe.html' title='&quot;Want To Live Longer? - Be Positive, Believe And Work&quot;'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SYAOvkDtd3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ctCgkC5XVFI/s72-c/smile-optimism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-333187993849179641</id><published>2009-01-22T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:13:16.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why People Yawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXh9ZVu48SI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T7g6qALP5fE/s1600-h/Yawning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXh9ZVu48SI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T7g6qALP5fE/s400/Yawning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294119236258033954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cases, &lt;strong&gt;yawning&lt;/strong&gt; is associated with &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/search/index.html?cx=partner-pub-3262283838900528%3Aujk9fhos9r8&amp;amp;cof=FORID%3A10&amp;amp;q=tiredness&amp;amp;sa.x=9&amp;amp;sa.y=7#1113"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tiredness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and boredom. Newly, it has been proved that a yawning person does not try to show lack of interest, but, on the contrary, just tries to catch your attention.     &lt;p&gt;One of the main causes of yawning was established by a group of scientists under the leadership of Andrew Gallup from Binghamton University, Animal Behaviour magazine reports. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The cause was the &lt;strong&gt;overheating of the brain&lt;/strong&gt; –its outrunning of a certain critical temperature. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The American scientists have made a study on a group of &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/parrots.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parrots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, as representatives of vertebrates. These birds have a relatively big brain, they live in Australia where a frequent temperature variation is a normal thing, and the most important fact is that &lt;strong&gt;"catching yawning"&lt;/strong&gt; (characteristic for humans and some animals) is not characteristic for this species of birds. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;parrots&lt;/strong&gt; were put into 3 different conditions: a raised temperature, high temperature and regulated average temperature. When zoologists started increasing the temperature from its average value, the frequency of birds' yawn increased by two times.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;It results that if the human brain is overheated, it's the most probably that, in a very short time, he or she will yawn. This physiological act resembles the work of a fan that cools the overheated processor of a computer.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Now it's clear why people frequently yawn before and after sleeping (the brain needs cooling and recovery), also why sometimes yawning can be a symptom of a disease. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Yawning is usually associated with &lt;strong&gt;tiredness&lt;/strong&gt;. Suppose a person is tired and wants to sleep, in such conditions the temperature of the brain is raised, so is the temperature of the blood that irrigates it. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;A frequent yawning is one of the symptoms of diffuse sclerosis and attack of epilepsy. In addition, frequent yawning is characteristic to people suffering from migraines. Insistent yawning can be a sign of problems linked with temperature regulation in the brain. This means that doctors should be more attentive to patients complaining from attacks of groundless yawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/health-fitness/why-people-yawn.html"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/health-fitness/why-people-yawn.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Samy said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now I understand why I yawn every time there is a change of temperature in our classroom. Its clearer to me now that yawning in front of your teacher is not a bad at all. Its just the temperature that makes us yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I wish my principal in high school would know this information. She hates a student who yawns in front of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-333187993849179641?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/333187993849179641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=333187993849179641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/333187993849179641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/333187993849179641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-people-yawn.html' title='Why People Yawn'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXh9ZVu48SI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T7g6qALP5fE/s72-c/Yawning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-3760837863939809968</id><published>2009-01-19T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:33:54.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Last Leaf"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYYzjO9vWI/AAAAAAAAACw/_rTvXqWTyRU/s1600-h/the+last+leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYYzjO9vWI/AAAAAAAAACw/_rTvXqWTyRU/s400/the+last+leaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293445685930999138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Leaf by O. Henry (Story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/o_henry/1303"&gt;http://www.online-literature.com/o_henry/1303&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Leaf by Oliver Wendell Holmes (Poem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/eldritch/owh/ll.html"&gt;http://www.ibiblio.org/eldritch/owh/ll.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my personal understanding, "The Last Leaf" of Oliver Wendell Holmes tells about the process of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells experiences in life of a human that happened in the past, whether it is successful or not. It also gives the idea of being strong, having faith, and courage to face obstacles in life no matter how hard it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my understanding is incorrect, well, you better read the poem to understand it with your self. I admit, I am not good in getting the idea of literature written figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Last Leaf" of O. Henry. This story is really nice. Though it makes me feel bored at first. But as I continue reading, I feel the essence of the story. It shows about the sacrifice of an old man just to give hope to a lady to pursue her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the last part of the story. It tells about how the old man do his sacrifice for the lady. He did a wonderful act by painting an ivy leaf clinging on its branch during a very cold night. But the sad part is, the old man died after doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the story flows. And I love paintings. Maybe its one of the reasons why I like this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I advice you to read the story. It is really a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-3760837863939809968?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/3760837863939809968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=3760837863939809968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3760837863939809968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/3760837863939809968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-leaf.html' title='&quot;The Last Leaf&quot;'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYYzjO9vWI/AAAAAAAAACw/_rTvXqWTyRU/s72-c/the+last+leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-7950320326895117971</id><published>2009-01-11T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:16:33.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Filipino, and so as YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SWoLbvzV6EI/AAAAAAAAACA/RXf89tw1WKc/s1600-h/tayo+ay+pinoy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SWoLbvzV6EI/AAAAAAAAACA/RXf89tw1WKc/s400/tayo+ay+pinoy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290053283616254018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Filipino spirit will always be alive and will never die.&lt;br /&gt;The blood of a Filipino will always give hope, life, and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;It only needs a spark to burst into flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Filipinos,&lt;br /&gt;be proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Filipino,&lt;br /&gt;and I am proud of it;&lt;br /&gt;and so as YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-7950320326895117971?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/7950320326895117971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=7950320326895117971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/7950320326895117971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/7950320326895117971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-filipino-and-so-as-you.html' title='I am a Filipino, and so as YOU!'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SWoLbvzV6EI/AAAAAAAAACA/RXf89tw1WKc/s72-c/tayo+ay+pinoy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4785439097440656221</id><published>2009-01-09T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:07:40.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneezing May Be Triggered by Sexual Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SWf0ztR09-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QslRn2JW-y0/s1600-h/M_Id_52786_sneezing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SWf0ztR09-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QslRn2JW-y0/s400/M_Id_52786_sneezing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289465456534812642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear someone sneeze you may think about what is on the mind of that someone, since recently researchers unveiled that &lt;strong&gt;sneezing&lt;/strong&gt; in some people can be produced by &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/sexual-fantasy.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexual fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Such a surprising find was made by Dr Mahmood Bhutta, an ear, nose and throat specialist at the &lt;strong&gt;John Radcliffe Hospital&lt;/strong&gt; in Oxford.  &lt;p&gt;The researcher carried out his study after observing a patient who had "uncontrollable" sneezing fits each time he had a sexual thought. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The results of the study were published in the &lt;strong&gt;Journal of the Royal Society of Medicine&lt;/strong&gt;. In the article Dr Mahmood Bhutta wrote: &lt;em&gt;"We thought this unusual and performed a literature search of the topic."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Both Dr Mahmood Bhutta and his colleague Dr Harold Maxwell, noticed that Google produced a huge number of results after they typed the keywords "sex", "sneeze" or "sneezing," reported The Independent. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Although internet reports do not give us an accurate incidence, our findings do suggest that it is much more common than recognized,"&lt;/em&gt; scientists wrote. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Experts say that sneezing is a result of &lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/search/index.html?cx=partner-pub-3262283838900528%3Aujk9fhos9r8&amp;amp;cof=FORID%3A10&amp;amp;q=nasal+irritation&amp;amp;sa.x=14&amp;amp;sa.y=5#1050"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nasal irritation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which triggers a reflex that pushes out air at speeds of more than 90 miles an hour. Sneezing can also be triggered by &lt;strong&gt;eyebrow plucking&lt;/strong&gt; through the stimulation of the trigeminal nerve. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scientists said that there are also other puzzling sneezing triggers such as the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"photic sneeze reflex,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is an inherited sneezing response to sunlight. Such reaction on sunlight affects about 1/4th of the population. There's also a rare condition when members of the same family sneeze after meals. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;According to Dr Bhutta, there is a probability that people from the same family may sneeze if they think about sex. He added that this reflex shows evolutionary remnants in the wiring of a part of the human nervous system. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes the signals in this system get crossed, and I think this may be why some people sneeze when they think about sex,"&lt;/em&gt; said the researcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoniac.com/science/sneezing-may-be-triggered-by-sexual-fantasy.html"&gt;http://www.infoniac.com/science/sneezing-may-be-triggered-by-sexual-fantasy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hmmm... This information makes me wonder. I had a classmate in high school who always sneeze everytime he opens a topic about sex. That catches my attention. Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4785439097440656221?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4785439097440656221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4785439097440656221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4785439097440656221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4785439097440656221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2009/01/sneezing-may-be-triggered-by-sexual.html' title='Sneezing May Be Triggered by Sexual Fantasy'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SWf0ztR09-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QslRn2JW-y0/s72-c/M_Id_52786_sneezing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-8866619639975474206</id><published>2008-12-09T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:21:21.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes For Today</title><content type='html'>Reading quotes is fun. I have never think about it before. Here are some of the quotes that made me laugh, and think deep about them.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is the best medicine; most people said. I agree with it. Enjoy laughing. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_stupidity.html"&gt;From: Bertrand Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_stupidity.html"&gt;"Most people would die sooner than think; in fact, they do."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_stupidity.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_stupidity.html"&gt;From: Mark Twain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_stupidity.html"&gt;"First, God created idiots.  That was just for practice.  Then He created school boards."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets go to quotes of imagination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I chose these quotes because it reflects my personality. Imagining something is usually what I do most. If I am sitting at the corner, or looking afar, or just sitting on a chair and staring at the ceiling or wall, there is something in my mind that makes another world for me. Those imaginations improve my way of reacting to my ideas or my principles in life. I love imagining things, maybe because one factor is being a painter. I love creating scenes that make others appreciate it or give negative comments on it. I don't care what they say about it, the most important is, I have shown my expression of saying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Its my world, its mine, not yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_imagination.html"&gt;From: Blaise Pascal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_imagination.html"&gt;"Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are everything in this world."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_imagination.html"&gt;From: Carl Sagan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_imagination.html"&gt;"Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_imagination.html"&gt;From: George Bernard Shaw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_imagination.html"&gt;"You see things; and you say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_imagination.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_imagination.html"&gt;From: Gloria Steinem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_imagination.html"&gt;"Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-8866619639975474206?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/8866619639975474206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=8866619639975474206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/8866619639975474206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/8866619639975474206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2008/12/quotes-for-today.html' title='Quotes For Today'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-2845819063384435173</id><published>2008-12-07T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:26:59.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Winning Piece"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/STwZi4hwJZI/AAAAAAAAABI/w_TUA_D0wT0/s1600-h/the+winning+piece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/STwZi4hwJZI/AAAAAAAAABI/w_TUA_D0wT0/s400/the+winning+piece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277120950451578258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories make others travel in a place where they have never been before. Most of the time, those places are just made by the mind. Imagination of an individual makes the story alive. That's why many people love reading. But in my case, I love writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a story of a father and his son which I have read a year ago. Their story was a good one I can say. Are you interested to know what the whole story is? Continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a village, there was a house near a big tree where a family settles. But the house is not that happy at all. It has a father who works hard for his son; and a son who always make his father disappointed all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a wake up call woke up the father. He was ordered to go to barracks within an hour because they will be leaving for a mission to search and rescue the Italian priest that has been kidnapped by the Abbu Sayyaf Group. As a soldier, duty first before anything else. But he love his son so much that he can not leave his son without saying "goodbye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 o'clock in the morning, he went to his son's room to say goodbye. But he was ignored by his son because of the argument they had last night about his grades in school. Before he leave, he cooked food for him and get money in his wallet and put it on his son's pillow and made a note saying, " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;son, I prepared food for you, here is your money. Spend it wisely. I'll be leaving for a mission today in Mindanao and I don't know when will I come back. Take care of your self&lt;/span&gt;. " Then he leaved his house disappointed. He had never got a chance to talk to his son nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour after, the father was in the barracks. He was immediately given a mission to lead a troop to search and rescue the Italian priest. They have to depart from the headquarters to Mindanao as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 o'clock in the morning, the son woke up. He did not notice the note written by his father. He just went to the kitchen and look for food. He found the food made by his father. Then ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, he went back to his room to dress up because he had a plan to go out and have fun with his friend. Then he made a look to his bed and found out that their is money at top of his pillow covered with a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the excitement, he did not read the note, he just get the money, dressed up, and leave the house. He spent his all day hanging out with his friend. He also spent all of his money in that whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 o'clock in the evening, a breaking news was broadcast. 13 members of the Marine Corps was captured and beheaded by the Abbu Sayyaf. He saw how other Marines who survived the encounter threw the dead bodies of their comrades onto the truck. At first he felt nothing. Until the wind blew his father's note near to him. He picked it up and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears fell on his eyes. His knees started to shake. He felt cold. He lost his appetite. He started to worry on his father's condition. Then asked himself, " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if his one of those beheaded? What if last night was the last time I will see him alive? How can I say to him that I love him if he's dead? Is it too late for us? What am I going to do?"&lt;/span&gt; He sat at the corner and cried. He shouted, and shouted, and shouted all night. He felt guilt deep inside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got tired crying. He laid on his couch and think very deep if what will happen to him without his father.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I'm sorry dad, I wish you were here, I realized how important you are, but its too late." &lt;/span&gt;Then he closed his eyes. He fall asleep without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, someone knocked the door very loudly. The son had woke up because of the noise made by knocking. He opened the door, and tears fell again on his eyes. His father was standing in front of him smiling, and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm home son, I'm home"&lt;/span&gt;. The he made a big hug to his father and ask for forgiveness. The father cried, he'd never expect that his son will hug him like that because that was the very first time his son did it to him. The son continued asking for forgiveness; and his father said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you're my son, you were already forgiven before I leave our home, that is because I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then, the bad habits of the son was gone. He served his father like a king. He showed his love and great appreciation to his father. And they lived with no boundaries to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how powerful the cycle of life is. Its very uncertain, many people say. Its a gift from God. A gift that should be kept and put extra care on it. Its very precious because we are only given one chance to walk on this beautiful world. Every moment of our life should be considered as a treasure, a treasure that no one can steal from us. Let us be thankful for what we are and what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"History of the Story"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;December 8, 2007, I was chosen by our school to participate in a competition on campus journalism. Since I was the Editor-in-chief of our school paper, I have the authority to choose what category I would be dealing with.I chose feature writing. The topic was, "make a story about a situation in your life this year that changed yourself into a better individual"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Like what I have said earlier, "I remember a story of a father and his son which I have read a year ago", yes its true, I have read a story about a father and a son, because on that date, that story that I am telling to you was born. And I am the one who wrote it. And I'm proud to say that this story won the first place in my category and I was sent to Occidental Mindoro to compete for other Regions in the Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Originaly it was written in Filipino. I translated it to English for this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The story was a combination of real emotions that I felt during the time that I'm writing it, real situations in life, it means that the whole thing in the story was based on true to life situation in which a friend of mine was involved, he is the son that I am refering to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I hope you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-2845819063384435173?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/2845819063384435173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=2845819063384435173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/2845819063384435173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/2845819063384435173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2008/12/winning-piece.html' title='&quot;The Winning Piece&quot;'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/STwZi4hwJZI/AAAAAAAAABI/w_TUA_D0wT0/s72-c/the+winning+piece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-7968802449197623437</id><published>2008-12-05T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:50:44.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/STkZ1omMhEI/AAAAAAAAABA/LmPD1Xbg0_4/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/STkZ1omMhEI/AAAAAAAAABA/LmPD1Xbg0_4/s400/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276276847662629954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it amazing how the sky becomes colorful when the sun sets? Its nice to stare at the sun while it loses its glow. From a very bright star, it transforms into a pale red giant ball which becomes visible to my naked eye. Its nice to stop working for a minute, sit, and watch the scenery. Wow, food for my eyes, food for my spirit, food for my thoughts, food for my soul, and food for my emotions. It enlightens me a lot. I feel that I am free; free like a bird, soaring the wind, flying above the clouds, beating the horizon, and my imaginations tell me that the whole world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel like this when I am sitting on rock watching a sunset. For some reasons, I get inspired when watching. New ideas come in to my mind. I feel like I am the wind that breezes the land. The rest, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a kid, I usually walk near the sea shore. Its because my father's working place is near the sea. The whole day, I'm with my Badjao friends. We go fishing every noon. Boating every after lunch. Flying kites in the afternoon. But when the time that the sky starts to change its colors, its time for me to say goodbye to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going home, I am climbing  a lighthouse and go to the very top of it and sit with my feet hanging in the air. Every minute of the scenery is very precious. Wanna know why? The answer is simple, because what happens at this moment, will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll say to me that the sun sets everyday. Yes its true, but I'll say to you that what happened yesterday will never be the exact happening of today. The colors that painted the sky yesterday is different from the colors of today. Yesterday, its red with yellow, orange and a line of pink. Now, its purple, red orange, and magenta. See what the difference is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I am not complete if I haven't watch a sunset. That is why every weekends I see to it that I'll watch a sunset. Its like a drug to me. I get in touched with it, and now I cannot  live without it. It became a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable sunset that I had watched was when I traveled from Puerto Princesa to Iloilo. While at the ship, I went to the roof top and watch. I was amazed because I only saw the sun sinking in the sea with no mountains or any form of land in my sight. Its just the sun, the horizon, and the sea. Its the first time that I saw the sky painted with red, orange, purple, yellow, and green. I never thought before that color green would be present  during a sunset. And its the first and the last time a saw such. Next is when I was going home from a competition from San Jose, Occidental Mindoro. When I was sitting beside the windshield of the plane, a saw glint from a far distance. This time, I saw the sun sinking in the clouds. I looks like a bulb covered with cotton. There were no colors present. Only the light from the sun. Maybe because it is above the clouds. The whole scenery turned into a dark purple with some orange cotton balls from dirty white and gray. Cute isn't it? Its the first time that I have watched a sunset from above the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice to know that God made a beautiful refuge for the mind, and emotions. Thanks to sunset, I found my home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-7968802449197623437?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/7968802449197623437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=7968802449197623437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/7968802449197623437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/7968802449197623437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/STkZ1omMhEI/AAAAAAAAABA/LmPD1Xbg0_4/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-4453698901111554016</id><published>2008-12-04T06:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:50:58.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does it happen??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many of us always ask the same question. Why is it happening? What is the reason why it happens? Is there any reason behind this? Sounds familiar right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my personal point of view, honestly, I don't know the answer. Like others, I am asking why. Many happenings in my life confuses me. I know I should look for answers. But another question comes into my mind. What I am going to do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that life is full of trials; trials that will mold you to be a better person. I think I am in that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like others, I have problems that are still unsolved. Maybe its normal to have problems. Uhm, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885229627790956672-4453698901111554016?l=apple1samy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/feeds/4453698901111554016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6885229627790956672&amp;postID=4453698901111554016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4453698901111554016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885229627790956672/posts/default/4453698901111554016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apple1samy.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-does-it-happen.html' title='Why does it happen??'/><author><name>apple1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16949620945168448288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/SXYIVqEPpXI/AAAAAAAAACY/35ue0p_pdoY/S220/1_139507839l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885229627790956672.post-6727112203729830959</id><published>2008-12-02T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:59:09.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Sam??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/STVQW71_9EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bjqtww5pAzc/s1600-h/my+wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-X9Eq-IiSU/STVQW71_9EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bjqtww5pAzc/s400/my+wings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275210893485929538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are asking if who is Sam? Well, I'll tell you more about him. I know him very much. We've been together since birth. Okay, now I'll start the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 27, 1990, 11:46 of that evening, a boy was born to this world.&lt;br /&gt;At first, his parents do not know what name they would give to their son. Then "O" was the name given to him. Can't you imagine that??How sad to have a name "O". Its "O Lodor" to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He carried that name until his baptismal came. The priest doesn't like the name "O" and suggested to changed it into a six letter name. Since his grandfathers were their at that time, their names were combined for "O". The name given to him was Bernabe Samuel. YUCK!!! Sounds awful right? Thanks to his mom, she decided to crop their names; so from Bernabe, it turned into Abe and Samuel to Sam. Cool huh!! That is what you called a name. So by then, he was called Abe Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years had passed. Sam grew up with no playmates. He was isolated for so long in his house. He was just reading books about animals, watching T.V. shows about animals, looking at pictures of animals, that's why he acts like an animal. ^^ hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he had childhood friends of course. But they did not play at all. They just enjoyed their time watching frogs how to leap, sleep overs every weekends, eating food that they would like to eat, sit under a tree and read nursery rhymes, run around in every place they wanted to run. See, how weird they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember, his childhood friends were Macky Reyes, (son of Dr. and Dra. Reyes), Jacob Asuncion, (son of Major Asuncion), Zera Mercado, (daughter of Cpt. Mercado), Bobbit Castro, (son of Bobby Castro, the owner of Palawan Pawnshop), Isabelle Yap, (daughter of Dr. Yap), the Yayen Brothers, (sons of Mr. Eric Yayen, the owner of Chicken Inato), Lara Carpezo (daughter of my mother's bestfriend). Hmm.. They were all rich kids, and Sam is the son of his father. Hehehe. Its nice to know that once in his life, he had an experience to be with those guys. Yes they were rich, but like Sam they were all weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the reason why Sam do not like to go to birthday parties, social gatherings, bonding moments with college friends, because he was not able to developed his social skills. After the age of 6, him and his childhood friends did not see each other anymore. From then, he was always alone. Making himself laugh and always talk to himself. See how weird he was? He was doing it until now. Maybe this boy is crazy. Laughing out of nothing? Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, inspite of those abnormalities in him, he was good at school. He was always chosen to compete with other schools in different levels. His first contest was to recite a poem. Of course, he was a first timer, so its normal for him to act like a puppet at the stage. He was in grade two at that time. Next competition was a Math quiz bee. I can't beleive it, Sam realy hates math, but why him? We'll no comment for that. So years on his grade school have passed. He left a good record in his school to be one of the very first ever pupil qualified for a national level competition. That was on campus journalism. He graduated as the first honorable mentioned. He can't beleive it. Because he knows that he did not do any effort to get that rank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by then, new chapter of his life started. He persued his studies at City High, a school between a grassland filled with Cogon. His high school was in deed very memorable and successful. Why? He got a chance to travel the three major islands of the Philippines. He had been to some parts of Luzon, Visayas, and Mindanao. For about four years in secondary level, he almost visited more than 12 regions of the Philippines. Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;This time, he wanted to prove to himself that he can do the impossible. I dont know what came into his bird brain to think like that. We'll what I have said before, he is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miracle changed him. From being alone all the time, he transformed into an outgoing guy. He'd rather go with his friends playing computer games, explore jungles, hike to mountains, swim at the beach, and many more. Maybe its the time for him to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..What else should I tell about him??&lt;br /&gt;I guess its not a big deal anyway. 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